After her senior sister was reborn, she actually became a powerful and arrogant protagonist?!

In a side hall of the imperial city of Qiu Kingdom.

Zhao Jingren carried the wine jar in one hand, his feet barely touching the ground, and with a light leap, he landed steadily on the roof.

In areas near southern Xinjiang, this season is typically characterized by continuous rain.

Earlier, the sky had been somewhat sunny, but by noon it was already overcast, just like Zhao Jingren's mood at that moment.

"Never mind, he's just a talisman cultivator who's good at flattery and sophistry."

"When you suffer later, you'll realize that apart from this childhood bond of camaraderie, all those other bullshit friendships are utterly unreliable!"

Zhao Jingren muttered to himself as he raised his hand and poured the wine from the jar down his throat.

The spicy and mellow liquor inexplicably brought him a little pleasure to his depressed mood.

"This time, we were able to find the lair of the Demon Language Insects and take it out. Needless to say, we will definitely be the number one in the Red Dust Trial at Xiaoyao Peak again."

"Judging from the recent rankings among the elite disciples, Chu Luobai will probably be able to participate in this Immortal Alliance's Dao Discussion Conference..."

"Don't be foolish like before and give your spot to your so-called junior brothers and sisters."

After drinking the strong liquor, Zhao Jingren's thoughts gradually began to wander.

All the past events surfaced in his mind, and he even remembered clearly the time when Chu Luobai stood up for Jiang Yuzhe.

"I thought it would be good that Jiang Yuzhe was gone, but now you have another junior brother and fellow Daoists from other sects..."

"Don't you know that you have a terrible eye for people?"

Zhao Jingren looked at the drifting dark clouds in the distance and muttered to himself, unaware of the figure appearing behind him.

"When I first heard that Senior Brother Zhao Jingren of Wenling Peak was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, I was wondering who spread such an outrageous rumor."

Zu Yang leaned down and sat down beside Zhao Jingren, jokingly.

"Drowning their sorrows in alcohol? They can celebrate their successful missions with strong liquor, so why can't I, Zhao Jingren?"

Zhao Jingren turned his head to look at Zu Yang, pursed his lips, and said rather impatiently.

"Disciples of Wenling Peak have never been involved in such things. Last time, two new disciples secretly drank some on the mountain and were punished by you to practice swordsmanship for five hours without stopping. Have you forgotten all that?"

Zu Yang said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, and then produced a jar of wine from somewhere.

乓。

The wine jars collided, making a crisp sound.

"If they want to try it again someday, don't punish them."

Zu Yang shook the wine jar at Zhao Jingren and took a big gulp.

"It's been a while since I've had this, so it's quite refreshing."

“…”

Zhao Jingren remained silent, only gulping down more and more wine.

The cultivator's body had already been modified, so this kind of mortal wine wouldn't make him drunk; at most, it would make him feel a little dazed for a while.

"Alright, Junior Sister Chu is just going to do a mission. Why are you making it sound like she's about to join another sect?"

Seeing Zhao Jingren's half-dead state, Zu Yang found it amusing. If his master saw this, he would surely be dragged out to practice swordsmanship for decades.

But then Zu Yang thought about it again. As the senior brother, apart from the first few years, he had neglected the thoughts of his disciples due to various incidents, except for their swordsmanship and cultivation.

Upon careful consideration, compared to all that Chu Luobai had done at Xiaoyao Peak, he himself seemed utterly inadequate to be a qualified senior disciple.

"That was not what I meant."

Zhao Jingren remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter this sentence.

“I’m just…worried about her.”

"She's just a fellow cultivator. Why are you worried about her? We're both sword cultivators. Do you really think her combat strength is lower than yours?"

“Looking down on female cultivators is not the kind of thinking that a disciple of Wenling Peak should have.”

Zu Yang lay half-reclined on the roof, his tone carrying a slight reproach.

"How could I look down on her? She's on a completely different level than me..."

Zhao Jingren crossed his legs, hugged the wine jar to his chest, leaned his head against the jar, and muttered something about dissatisfaction.

"I just feel that she's already been harmed so badly by Jiang Yuzhe, yet she's still so easily trusting of others..."

"I haven't made any progress over the years."

Zu Yang found Zhao Jingren's complaints somewhat amusing.

The disciples selected to join the Spirit Inquiry Peak are all pure-hearted and have an extraordinary dedication to the way of the sword.

In such an environment, these disciples matured later than those from other peaks and found it more difficult to understand the affairs of the world.

"Then why don't you go and try to persuade her?"

Upon hearing Zu Yang's question, Zhao Jingren suddenly raised his voice.

"How could I not have advised her? That Jiang Yuzhe before..."

Zhao Jingren couldn't help but grit his teeth when he thought of those past events.

If Chu Luobai hadn't pretended nothing was wrong and greeted him earlier, he would never have bothered with her again, even if he died on Wenling Peak.

"Forget it, those things are in the past. Now she has her own ideas, and it's not good for me to interfere rashly. It's just that I worked so hard to clean up the demonic insects, and she didn't even come to comfort me. Instead, she just ran away without saying a word."

"If she really is my sister, I'll break her legs sooner or later!"

Zhao Jingren muttered to himself, and Zu Yang could clearly hear the resentment in his tone.

"Given your current cultivation levels and combat strength, it's hard to say who will break whose leg."

Zu Yang said leisurely, looking at Zhao Jingren's distressed face, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

From childhood friendships to the budding romance of young love, this kid seems to have it all mixed up, which has become a source of worry for Junior Sister Chu.

Unfortunately, times have changed, and people are not the same as before, let alone a sword cultivator who pursues the Great Dao.

If my foolish junior brother doesn't get his senses sooner, he'll probably be left drinking and crying pathetically on Wenling Peak when everyone else has ascended to immortality.

"My cultivation level is similar to Chu Luobai's. Even if my combat strength is slightly weaker than his now, how much weaker can it be!"

Zhao Jingren continued to mutter discontentedly.

"I said back then that she had talent in swordsmanship, but what happened? She didn't cherish her talent and insisted on revolving around Jiang Yuzhe, acting as both his father and mother. In the end, she met a woman who sold her out."

"Now there's Qiu Lin and that talisman cultivator. I'm not saying Qiu Lin is bad, but who knows if she's soft-hearted and thinking of paving the way for Qiu Lin, disregarding her own future..."

Zhao Jingren, holding the wine jar, rambled on and on.

Zu Yang's expression gradually turned serious, and he reached out and slapped Zhao Jingren on the back of the head.

"What do you mean by revolving around others? As a sword cultivator, all your actions should come from your heart. If you do anything against your conscience for a long time, you will be devoured by your inner demons."

"If someone is unlucky in love, it's their fault. How can we blame someone as kind-hearted as Junior Sister Chu?"

"If you really have any ideas, you might as well take the initiative to stand with Junior Sister Chu. When you explore new secret realms in the future, take the initiative to find people to team up with. Don't wait until Junior Sister Chu finds someone else and then feel sorry for yourself here."

Zhao Jingren was slapped and subconsciously touched the back of his head. He knew that what he had said earlier was a bit too much, and that Zu Yang's suggestion was more reasonable.

After a long silence, he answered awkwardly.

"...I see."