Third Senior Sister Is Right

Donggua gently pushed aside a corner of the curtain, cautiously surveying the scene with a sidelong glance.

Her thoughts raced as she considered whether there might be another way out of their current predicament. Her gaze then shifted to Lin Luoyu, whose expression was eerily calm.

Donggua understood that when dealing with someone brimming with righteous aura, the more selfish she appeared, the lower their goodwill toward her would sink. With firm resolve, she declared,

"I still have the strength to hold them off. Since I’m their primary target, I’ll stay behind. You take Xigua and go."

Cui Hao promptly feigned a slightly dazed expression.

Lin Luoyu straightened up. "No need for that. You stay and protect my junior brother—he knows where to go. I’ll be the one to intercept them."

Hearing this, Donggua inwardly sighed in relief. If she could keep her life, she certainly wanted to. Yet, she maintained a facade of urgency as she protested,

"But those are two Golden Core cultivators, and likely..."

"Just two heretics," Lin Luoyu replied calmly, pushing past Cui Hao and stepping outside the carriage. "Evil has never triumphed over righteousness since ancient times."

Cui Hao still wore a look of astonishment, hastily reaching out to grab Lin Luoyu’s sleeve—but in the next moment, she transformed into a streak of rainbow light and vanished.

Donggua felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

Her worst-case scenario had been having to risk her life in battle so Lin Luoyu could escape with Xigua.

At the very least, Xigua needed to deliver the critical intelligence they had gathered.

Even if she had to die, she wanted it to mean something—and if possible, to avenge herself along the way.

Donggua glanced at Cui Hao, who now wore a slightly panicked expression, then squeezed past him, seizing the reins and urging the carriage forward.

"Don’t hesitate. Trust your senior sister. Those from major sects like yours must have plenty of protective treasures. Even if she can’t win, she should be able to retreat. We can’t offer support, but we mustn’t become deadweight either."

Cui Hao didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on that righteous streak of rainbow light.

Even though this was a staged fight, his senior sister had never been much of an actress—would their enemies see through the act?

Donggua also extended her spiritual sense toward Lin Luoyu’s direction.

She needed to gauge the situation. If Lin Luoyu couldn’t hold out for long, she’d have to consider other plans.

But in the next moment, an immense surge of righteous aura erupted out of nowhere. Even with her spiritual sense observing, Donggua couldn’t help but turn her head to look.

Lin Luoyu stood mid-air, gripping the Sword of Righteousness.

Even before unsheathing it, waves of pure, luminous energy poured from the hilt, swirling like morning mist and rosy clouds.

Though it was the Sword of Righteousness, it yearned for its first true battle.

Lin Luoyu let out a soft laugh.

She drew the sword.

The world turned frigid as sword light flashed, and righteous energy erupted in full glory.

Yu Jing and Wen Zuo, who had been charging forward, abruptly slowed, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at Lin Luoyu, who seemed to hover in the air, buoyed by the righteous aura.

Her icy spiritual power harmonized perfectly with the righteous energy, and the cold gleam of her spiritual sword was nothing short of breathtaking. A biting chill swept outward.

Was this really the power of an early-stage Golden Core cultivator?!

Yu Jing halted slightly, tightening her grip on her sword but not daring to test her luck.

If she took a direct hit and her own ally accidentally finished her off, who would she even complain to?

She had thought only Leader Li was capable of such earth-shaking might—who knew his junior sister would be just as formidable?

Wen Zuo also paused, his expression wary. Clearly, he too feared that this righteous cultivator might not understand the concept of "acting."

Donggua watched the scene with mixed emotions. Was she lucky or unlucky to have randomly encountered such a prodigious talent?

Her gaze flicked toward Cui Hao.

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Could someone who was the junior brother of a prodigy really be useless?

Donggua studied Cui Hao’s face—now brimming with pride as if saying, "Look, that’s my senior sister!"

...Well, maybe he really was that useless.

Lin Luoyu held her sword aloft, calmly observing Yu Jing and Wen Zuo, two mid-to-late-stage Golden Core cultivators who had stopped in their tracks.

They were decent opponents, though their auras seemed somewhat unstable for their level.

Yet after a moment of waiting,

Lin Luoyu noticed Yu Jing and Wen Zuo remained on high alert, showing no intention of engaging in even a mock battle.

This was her first time staging a fight—no rehearsals, no experience, just a few verbal instructions and Cui Hao.

But surely those assigned to this task should be seasoned professionals.

So… had she missed a step?

Cui Hao was truly unreliable—he hadn’t reminded her of anything crucial.

After a brief contemplation, Lin Luoyu realized—she must have skipped the dialogue.

Her master had once mentioned during casual conversation: "Whenever possible, deliver a righteous speech before fighting. It reinforces your moral high ground and makes the battle more satisfying."

"The heavens see all!" Lin Luoyu declared coldly. "You heretical minions should count yourselves lucky I haven’t hunted you down yet. But since you’re so eager to die, today I’ll purge your kind from this world!"

With that, she lunged forward, sword raised.

A razor-sharp sword aura, infused with righteous energy, slashed toward Yu Jing.

The sheer force of the attack, even before impact, sent Yu Jing’s spiritual sense into a frenzy, her pressure skyrocketing.

This strike seemed to hold nothing back.

At that moment, only one question burned in Yu Jing’s mind—was this an act, or did Lin Luoyu genuinely intend to eliminate her? Had Leader Li even told her they were allies?

But survival took precedence.

Yu Jing channeled all her spiritual energy, her sword transforming into a streak of light as she parried.

When the blades clashed, she felt no overwhelming force or piercing spiritual pressure—in fact, the impact was surprisingly light.

Though terrifying energy swirled around the Sword of Righteousness, most of it veered left, missing her entirely.

The true devastation lay behind her.

The sword’s energy erupted, its destructive power rippling outward.

By the time Yu Jing realized what had happened, it was too late to pull back—her own strike sent Lin Luoyu flying a short distance.

Lin Luoyu stabilized herself mid-air, her spiritual energy surging as she dissipated most of the force with her sword. She glanced at Yu Jing, slightly puzzled.

Yu Jing met her gaze and immediately understood.

Oh no.

Who would’ve thought Lin Luoyu, with her righteous aura and impeccable demeanor, would be so skilled at fake combat?

Her strike had looked devastating, yet its true force had been redirected.

Yu Jing’s mind raced—if this misunderstanding escalated, she might end up taking a real, full-powered strike.

She quickly barked, "What fool dares stand in our way? Leader Li is already on his path here! If you value your life, don’t interfere!"

Lin Luoyu caught the hint, especially when Yu Jing’s expression—utterly at odds with her fierce words—turned almost pleading.

Now she understood—the earlier mishap had just been a miscommunication.

She couldn’t help but feel a little exasperated.

No wonder her third senior sister had once said, "Most people out there are just winging it."

How come their fake fighting skills are even worse than mine, a complete novice trying this for the first time?