Beat Up Junior Sister - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Master had gone into seclusion.

He said he would not emerge until he broke through to Deity Transformation.

Thirty-three restrictions had been placed over his cave residence.

Forget Little Junior Sister-even a fly couldn’t get in.

This was good.

At the very least, Master wouldn’t end up like he had in my previous life.

Back then, under Little Junior Sister’s sweet and tender feedings, he had transferred half a lifetime’s worth of cultivation to her.

As a result, when he later fought off the Fiend Race, he had no choice but to detonate his Nascent Soul.

Gravely wounded, he was then finished off by Little Junior Sister.

In the end, his body perished and his Dao vanished!

I swallowed the last piece of pastry on the plate and smacked my lips.

Hm?

You know what? Don’t even joke about it!

Little Junior Sister might have a rotten heart, but her cooking skills were genuinely excellent.

My gaze drifted back to the pastry crumbs on the plate, and I pressed my lips together.

I struggled with myself for an appropriate few moments.

Then I glanced around.

No one was there~

With a slight twitch of my fingers, spiritual energy wrapped around the crumbs, rolled them into a ball, and tossed them into my mouth.

Chapter 7

Today was the day my junior brothers practiced swordsmanship together.

With Master absent, I, as Eldest Senior Sister,

naturally had to go supervise them.

But I had barely taken two steps when a wrenching pain suddenly seized my abdomen.

Immediately after, it was as if I had gnawed down two pounds of arsenic; the blood throughout my body almost froze solid.

Had Little Junior Sister drugged me?

Pretty potent stuff.

Cold sweat broke out across my forehead.

Gritting my teeth, I sat down cross-legged.

Oh… right.

I forgot.

It wasn’t the pastry. It was me.

I wasn’t human.

Literally. I was a half-demon.

My parents were unknown, and I had wandered alone since childhood.

The Human Race and the Demon Race had never gotten along.

Which made my identity a little awkward.

So I had always kept it buried as deeply as possible.

Aside from me, no one knew.

The bloodline of the Demon Race gave me a physique far stronger than ordinary people.

Of course, there were drawbacks too.

Nothing too serious.

Just that I was prone to dying.

Like right now, when the two bloodlines collided, my entire body would suffer a tearing pain.

But I was used to it.

This pain came once every month.

Sometimes early, sometimes late. In any case, it had never once been on time.

Generally speaking, half-demons did not live past eighteen.

I was very lucky. Master had picked me up and brought me back.

Later, I found a secret art in the sect’s archive that could suppress it.

Only half a volume of it.

An hour later, I gradually forced the pain down.

The secret art was excellent. It just had a few side effects.

Possibly because it was only half a volume.

The side effects weren’t that serious. After the pain passed, I simply became prone to irritability.

I always wanted to destroy something.

To put it simply, I wanted to hit someone.