Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World

Ye Anping disguised himself in the gray cloak and mask, carefully ensuring that his appearance was unrecognizable.

He examined the attacker’s body on the floor, noticing that the man was slightly taller and more muscular than himself.

To match the physique, Ye Anping tore a strip of cloth from the bedsheet and stuffed it inside his clothes to bulk up his appearance.

Finally—

Swish—

He made a shallow cut on his left arm with his sword, smearing some blood on himself, and disfigured the man’s face by stabbing through his nose and mouth, rendering the features unrecognizable.

After completing his preparations, Ye Anping cautiously listened for any sounds outside.

Satisfied, he returned to the wardrobe, grabbed Huang Quan’s wrist, and ensured her injuries were not life-threatening.

He then took out a small bottle of pills and a warm cloak, placing them inside the wardrobe.

“Huang Quan, take one pill every hour. Use this cloak to keep warm. Stay in this wardrobe until dawn, and remember…”

Huang Quan, pale and weak, anxiously grabbed his sleeve.

“Yo-Young Master, what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. Just rest.”

“…Okay.” Huang Quan suppressed her cough, hesitated briefly, and then released her grip. “Be careful, Young Master”

“I will.”

Creak—

Ye Anping gently closed the wardrobe doors, exhaling quietly.

He then glanced at the headless man on the floor, stepped over, and retrieved the man’s storage pouch.

With a quick sweep of his spiritual sense, he assessed the contents.

“Spirit stones, pills… and what’s this?”

Muttering to himself, Ye Anping flicked his finger, causing a circular jade pendant to fly out of the pouch.

Examining it closely, he noticed a tassel and a bamboo tag engraved with two names—”Ye An” and “Yu Shuiting”—which immediately gave him a clue.

“Ye An?” He glanced at the lifeless head beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. “Attacking someone with your personal belongings on you? How considerate of you, Brother Ye.”

Ye Anping returned the pendant to the storage pouch and fastened it to his waist.

Gripping the blood-stained sword, he stepped out of the room.

…

Beneath the overhanging eaves of the courtyard, the wind and snow reached the sky, and large, goose-feather-like snowflakes fluttered down.

Two masked men in gray cloaks crouched low on the roof tiles, their eyes fixed on the open door of Ye Anping’s bedroom, their ears filled with the howling wind.

Whoo—whoo—

One of them, slightly puzzled, counted silently to sixty, but still did not see their man come out of the room. He asked in confusion, “Why isn’t he out yet?”

“Just wait a little longer. He might be ransacking the place. Brother Ye is usually stingy, and Ye Anping is the young master of a sect, so he’s bound to have plenty of valuables. He’s probably enjoying himself in there.”

“But it’s taking too long…”

“Prepare your sword. If there’s really a problem, Ye Anping must be seriously injured. The two of us finishing him off wouldn’t be hard.”

“You’re right.”

As they conversed, someone finally emerged from the open door of the bedroom ahead.

The two on the roof squinted to observe, but due to the heavy snowfall, they couldn’t clearly see the person’s face. However, they could make out a gray cloak on his body.

…

Ye Anping stepped out of the room and paused, sensing that the two men were likely watching him.

If he went the wrong way now, he might be exposed.

However, the blizzard made it impossible to locate them visually, and if he used his spiritual sense to find them, it would be too obvious if one of them was adept in soul arts.

After a moment of contemplation, he simply knelt on one knee, planting his spiritual sword into the ground and feigning injury, hoping to draw them out.

Sure enough, shortly after he knelt, two figures leapt from the courtyard eaves not far away, quickly appearing before him.

“What happened? How are you hurt?” A rough voice, laced with the local accent of the Southern Region, echoed, seemingly mocking him for being weak.

From the voice and speaking style, Ye Anping deduced that this man was probably a boisterous character.

The other man, a tall and thin figure, stared intently at Ye Anping, suspicion flickering in his eyes. After a brief hesitation, he suddenly asked, “Brother Zhou? That man was poisoned; how could he have injured you?”

Brother Zhou?

Ye Anping frowned. The jade pendant earlier clearly had “Ye An” and “Yu Shuiting” engraved on it. The latter was obviously a woman’s name, and even if he was wrong, it still didn’t add up with this Brother Zhou…

It was also possible that the jade pendant didn’t belong to the man from earlier…

Ye Anping wasn’t entirely sure and gripped his spiritual sword tighter. The cultivation levels of these two men were at the mid and early Foundation Establishment stages, respectively. If he could first eliminate the mid-stage cultivator in a sneak attack, the other would be no threat.

He paused, then rasped in a hoarse voice with a Southern Region accent, “Brother Zhou? Who’s Brother Zhou?”

“Right, Brother Liu.” The rough-voiced man suddenly realized and turned to ask his companion, “You confused? This is Brother Ye, Ye An, my old friend.”

“Oh… sorry, got mixed up.” The tall, thin man shrugged and glanced towards the direction of Yun Yiyi’s bedroom, saying, “It’s probably done over there; let’s head over quickly.”

However, Ye Anping had already made up his mind not to let these two leave alive.

—One was loud and careless, but an old friend of “Ye An.”

—The other was overly suspicious, and keeping him around posed too high a risk of exposure.

He gripped his spiritual sword, waiting for the moment when the loud man turned to jump back onto the roof. His legs bent slightly, and he pushed off forcefully.

The sword that had been planted in the ground sprang up with a clatter, scattering snow on the ground.

Swish—

The slender spiritual sword, glinting coldly, sliced through the swirling snowflakes in the air.

Under Ye Anping’s control, it drew a silver line, precisely aimed at the heart of the man’s back.

The white blade pierced through his back, and the bloody tip emerged from his chest.

Through the sword in his hand, Ye Anping sensed that it had pierced his heart, left lung, and two ribs in the front but had not severed his vital meridians.

He immediately twisted the sword half a turn inside the man’s chest and swung it horizontally.

Slash—

The blade cleaved through the chest, and hot blood splattered out.

He quickly reversed his grip on the sword, positioning it defensively behind his back.

Clang—

He had bypassed the tall, thin man to kill the mid-stage cultivator first.

Though his back was turned, Ye Anping’s sword blocked the blade aimed at his neck.

The tall, thin man’s eyes widened in shock as Ye Anping glanced at him over his shoulder. Feeling threatened, he attempted to retreat and flee.

But Ye Anping wouldn’t give him the chance.

Pivoting on his right foot, he twisted his body.

The slender sword traced a crescent arc, slicing across the man’s neck.

Slash—

Ye Anping retracted his sword, flicking off the blood.

Whoosh—

Closing his eyes, Ye Anping exhaled deeply and sheathed his sword.

In the next moment, the two men fell forward and backward, collapsing onto the ground.

He glanced at them, ignoring the decapitated tall man, and approached the mid-stage cultivator.

Raising his sword, he stabbed at several vital acupoints to ensure he was thoroughly dead before crouching down to loot their belongings.

Judging from their possessions, Ye Anping inferred their identities.

He then stood up, deliberately slashing his waist and left arm to add a couple more wounds.

Using his fingers, he smeared blood on his forehead and nose, then leaped onto the eaves, searching for the location of their other comrades.