The Junior Sister Isn't Flirtatious At All; It's All Their Fault for Being Too Seductive - Chapter 85

Aided by Yun Jian’s high-level artifacts, the Gold Core cultivators managed to hold their own, working in groups of three or four to take down a single monster. However, the rift in the sky continued to widen, and the sheer number of invading creatures was becoming overwhelming.

The two sides clashed like waves, blood blossoming in the air and exploding like grim fireworks. The leader of the invaders watched with narrowing eyes; he hadn’t expected the inhabitants of this plane to be so united, or so suicidal in their defense.

“Troublesome ants,” he sneered.

Jiang Luoyue had exhausted most of her spiritual energy after unleashing the power of the Four Sacred Beasts’ inheritance. A circle of monster corpses lay piled around her. The creatures, sensing she was a dangerous prey, circled her warily, waiting for a lapse in her guard. Her hand trembled as she gripped her sword. There were simply too many of them to kill. She looked toward her partners; every one of them was locked in their own life-and-death struggle.

Suddenly, thunderclouds began to gather in the sky. Jiang Luoyue looked up. A breakthrough now? It was as good a time as any.

As the first bolt of heavenly lightning arched down, she lunged toward the enemy leader. He saw through her intent and laughed. “You think the puny lightning of this world can kill me?”

Jiang Luoyue ignored him. She could feel that these clouds were exceptionally powerful—as if the World’s Will itself had recognized the foreign invaders and was using her tribulation to purge them.

“Yue’er, leave him to me!” Yue Chongshan shouted. He had swallowed two Realm-Crossing Pills, forcing his cultivation directly into the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Had he not been suppressing it, he would have ascended then and there. I cannot let my daughter-in-law come to harm, he thought.

But Jiang Luoyue refused to retreat, continuing her assault near the leader as lightning rained down incessantly.

In the Tai-Xu Realm, Gu Wangfeng felt a sharp tug at his heart. Sensing Jiang Luoyue was in danger, he prepared to leave his sanctuary. Little Wan’er, sensing the shift, looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. She remembered the prophecy: if her master left the secret realm, a catastrophe would follow.

“Don’t be afraid, Wan’er. Wait for me here.” Gu Wangfeng patted her head and stepped out into the world.

Thanks to their bond as partners, he materialized directly near Jiang Luoyue. Seeing the Immortals, Demons, and Foxes fighting side-by-side against a common foe, he finally understood. It wasn’t that his appearance would cause a catastrophe; rather, he was destined to appear when the world faced its greatest disaster.

“Wangfeng!” Jiang Luoyue cried out in surprise as he joined the fray.

The lightning tribulation ended, but the invading leader remained standing, albeit slightly scorched. Jiang Luoyue, however, felt her dantian swell with fresh, potent energy from her successful breakthrough. She felt like she could fight a thousand more.

As Yue Chongshan and Gu Wangfeng teamed up to strike the leader, Jiang Luoyue had a realization. If they could repel the invaders ten thousand years ago, they could do it now. She needed to fuse the powers within her into a single point.

Luan Yao’s voice, now a mere whisper of divine sense, spoke in her mind. “Luoyue, I am happy I got to see you live this life. I’ll leave all my remaining power to you.”

“Wait—” Jiang Luoyue started, but she didn’t refuse.

“Yun Jian, use the artifacts!” Jiang Luoyue screamed.

Yun Jian saw the sheer volume of spiritual energy gathering around her. His pupils contracted in fear for her safety, but he respected her resolve. He threw his black umbrella into the sky; it expanded until its demonic mist shielded every inhabitant of their world.

Jiang Luoyue concentrated her own power, the inheritance of the Four Sacred Beasts, and the ancient strength left by Luan Yao. She forged them into a colossal sword of light and swung it at the rift.

The monsters were vaporized instantly. The leader’s eyes went wide with shock before he, too, vanished into nothingness. The rift shrieked as it shrank, closing tighter and tighter until the sky was whole once more.

Silence fell over the battlefield. For a moment, no one moved, stunned by the suddenness of the victory. Then, the cheers erupted.

“We won!” “Oh gods, we actually did it!” “I’m going to cultivate so hard after this—next time they show up, I’ll blow them away!”

Strangers hugged each other; former enemies from the Demon and Immortal sects wept on each other’s shoulders as brothers-in-arms. But amidst the joy, there was the heavy weight of the fallen.

A cultivator patted the cheek of his dead friend. “You actually did it, you bastard. I’ll make sure you get a monument.” He spoke with a grin, even as tears were swept away by the wind.

“Everyone, gather the fallen! We are going back to build a Hero’s Tomb!” Yun Mingfeng, father of Yun Kaiji, announced through an amplification talisman.

But near the center of the field, Yue Wenqiu was cradling his father, his eyes red.

Yue Chongshan had been invincible after taking the pills, but the backlash was now tearing him apart. He was bleeding from his eyes, nose, and ears. His vision was blurring, and he could no longer see the faces of his wife and son.

“I shouldn’t have given him those pills. His body couldn’t take it,” Jiang Luoyue whispered to Luan Yao in her mind.

There was no answer.

“Luan Yao?” Her heart went cold. Had Luan Yao completely dissipated after giving up her power? The realization hurt more than she expected.

Madame Yue, however, remained remarkably composed, though her eyes were brimming with tears. “Did you hear that? They’re building a Hero’s Tomb. We’ll have a shrine for you at home, and a monument in the tomb,” she said softly, staring at the man she had loved for a thousand years.

“Good. You always were thoughtful, wife,” Yue Chongshan smiled. His smile was pale and streaked with blood, but to her, it was perfect.

Yue Wenqiu, who had grown up protected by his parents’ love, was inconsolable. His father reached out with a trembling hand. “Wenqiu… I have no regrets.”

With those final words, Yue Chongshan closed his eyes.

“Father!” Yue Wenqiu wailed, hugging the body. As a child, his father had always seemed like a mountain. Now, holding him, he realized his father’s frame wasn’t much larger than his own.

Madame Yue patted her son’s head. “Enough. Your father’s death had meaning. From now on, the Yue family rests on your shoulders.”

Yue Wenqiu bowed his head, his tears hitting the dirt in heavy drops. Jiang Luoyue sat beside him in silence, taking his hand and squeezing it tight.

Finally, Madame Yue spoke up. “Alright, let go of your father now. I need to make sure his monument looks handsome.”

Yue Wenqiu looked at his mother’s face. He knew she was holding it together for his sake. He let go, allowing his mother and father one last moment of solitude.