After Being Rejected by Senior Sisters, My Demoness Master Actually Gave Herself to Me

Chapter 47: The Seven Senior Sisters Gather

“What? The disciple competition? Everyone has to participate?”

Ye Shu, who was practicing swordplay at home, received the news from a messenger disciple, and his expression turned complicated, a mix of reluctance and resignation flickering across his face.

“Oh, I almost forgot! It’s that time of the year again—the annual disciple competition!”

Ye Shu slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that half a month after the Lantern Festival, it would be time for the sect’s annual disciple competition, the most intense event of the year.

Whether it was the disciples under Luo Jiuyan, the personal disciples of the various elders, or those exceptionally talented disciples, they were all eagerly awaiting this moment.

Participating in the disciple competition meant rewards, opportunities, and a chance to rise to greatness!

As long as one performed well and caught the attention of the elders, they could become a personal disciple of an elder, or even earn the chance to cultivate under Luo Jiuyan herself!

Wasn’t this a feast of opportunities?

But for Ye Shu, it was neither here nor there. However, there would undoubtedly be a bunch of people challenging his position, which meant he couldn’t avoid a few fights.

“I’m not really a fan of all this fighting and killing,” Ye Shu sighed, speaking his mind.

Especially in this kind of competition, where killing was forbidden, and the matches had to end with a clear winner. If he accidentally killed someone, his identity as the Demon Prince would make him a target, damaging his reputation.

But even if he didn’t kill anyone, there would inevitably be friction during the matches. Plus, there would be a bunch of people at or above his level, eager to step on him to prove their own strength.

How could this end well?

“Demon Prince, the Sect Leader has summoned you to the main hall!” the messenger disciple added.

“Alright!”

Ye Shu had been planning to go up the mountain to see his master, Luo Jiuyan, so he immediately agreed.

As the Demon Prince, Ye Shu had the rare privilege of flying over Heavenly Fiend Mountain—a right normally reserved for Luo Jiuyan alone.

He stepped onto his Great Silver Sword, using his spiritual energy to propel himself forward at incredible speed, heading straight for the peak.

He rarely used this privilege, but today, feeling somewhat anxious, he decided to exercise it and flew up.

Rushing to the main hall, he found it bustling with activity. Not only was his eldest Senior Sister, Nie Qing, present, but Senior Sister Bai was also there.

“Well, well, everyone’s been summoned!”

Ye Shu immediately recognized them—his seven stunningly beautiful Senior Sisters, the seven personal disciples under Luo Jiuyan. They looked like the seven fairies from ancient legends.

Including him, there were eight personal disciples under Luo Jiuyan.

He hadn’t expected all of them to be gathered in the hall this time. It seemed something big was about to be announced.

It was likely related to the upcoming disciple competition.

As Ye Shu walked into the hall, all eyes turned to him.

Some gazes were filled with confusion and anger, others with complexity and concern.

“Why is he still alive and well?”

“Damn it! Didn’t Eldest Senior Sister say she was going to kill him?”

“Eldest Senior Sister, what’s going on?”

They all turned to Nie Qing, their eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and accusation.

Back then, Nie Qing had confidently declared that Ye Shu, a scoundrel who had disgraced the sect, deserved the death penalty. She had even rallied their support to report him to their master, Luo Jiuyan, which led to all seven Senior Sisters filing complaints against Ye Shu.

Yet, after so many days, he was still alive and well—and even more carefree than before!

What was going on?

“Ahem!”

Under the scrutiny of her junior sisters, Nie Qing’s face turned red. She raised her hand to calm them down. “Stay calm, everyone!”

Except for Bai Rourou, how could the others stay calm?

Seeing him strutting around unharmed, they all felt the urge to smash his head in.

“Junior Brother Ye… he’s not really that bad. If you get to know him better, you’ll understand.”

At this moment, a voice spoke up.

The women turned to look at Bai Rourou, who had been silent until now, and were shocked.

“Little Bai, are you defending him?”

They were stunned. What was going on? Was someone actually speaking up for that scoundrel? And it was one of their own!

“Actually, he’s… quite alright,” Nie Qing muttered, her voice hesitant as she unexpectedly joined Bai Rourou’s defense, despite having once led the charge against him.

“Huh?”

They turned to look at their eldest Senior Sister, Nie Qing.

Shock was written all over their faces!

What was going on?

Wasn’t it you who insisted on killing him? Why are you defending him now?

Under the collective gaze of the women, Nie Qing remained calm. She knew she had to protect Ye Shu no matter what.

After all, she had been afflicted by the demon of love.

If something happened to him, who would help her with her condition? If it came to light, where would her dignity as the eldest Senior Sister go?

“Silence!”

At this moment, a figure of unparalleled grace walked out from the direction of the inner chambers. Seeing the commotion among the disciples, she shouted.

With that one word, the hall fell silent.

The authority of their master, Luo Jiuyan, was indeed formidable.

Ye Shu, who had been frozen under the women’s pointed stares, finally dared to move.

He quickly moved to stand beside his Senior Sisters, keeping some distance to avoid being drowned in their spit. He’d rather stand alone than risk that.

Sitting back on her throne, Luo Jiuyan found the scene both amusing and exasperating. She shook her head lightly and decided to address the matter at hand.

She tapped the newly repaired dragon head on her armrest. “You should all know that in half a month, it will be time for our Heavenly Fiend Sect’s disciple selection.”

The disciples nodded. Of course, they knew. The reason for summoning them here was likely related to that.

However, in previous years, such a grand gathering hadn’t been necessary. Why had they been specially summoned this time?

Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Luo Jiuyan continued, “This year’s disciple selection will be somewhat different.”

“The exchange students will also participate and enjoy the same treatment as you.”

“What?!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Even Ye Shu frowned.

What did this mean?

The disciples from other demonic sects who had come to Heavenly Fiend Sect for exchange would also participate?

Just like Qing Yunzi from Demon Sword Mountain before, they would also take part in the disciple selection.

This seemed… inappropriate.

“Master, how can outsiders be allowed to participate in our sect’s disciple competition? This shouldn’t be allowed!”

Someone immediately objected.

How could the sect’s disciple competition allow disciples from other sects to participate?

Luo Jiuyan had already prepared an explanation for this. “Staying stagnant will only lead to decline.”

Her eyes burned with a hint of anger. “In recent years, I’ve been watching your performance. You’ve grown complacent and lazy, making slow progress. You’re far behind the cultivation progress of disciples from other sects!”

She swept her gaze across the room, and the disciples fell silent.

Because what she said was true. Outside, geniuses were emerging one after another, while within Heavenly Fiend Sect, things remained lukewarm.

Sure, there was Junior Brother Ye Shu, who had made quite a name for himself with his supposed saintly reincarnation and great fortune. But he was just one person. For a top-tier demonic sect like Heavenly Fiend Sect, that was far from enough.

In Luo Jiuyan’s eyes, the sect was on the verge of decline.

“Therefore, this year’s disciple selection will introduce external forces to push you to grow!”

“If anyone dares to lose to them, well, I have plenty of punishments waiting, and you won’t enjoy them!”