Don't Cause Trouble Chapter 30: Flying Mirror Armor

Ye Su looked down and saw that You Fushi had already put on the Mistflower Fang. The jet-black, serpent-shaped bracelet shimmered faintly with gold on his pale, slender wrist. The contrast between black and white was unexpectedly striking.

Leaning over the table, You Fushi played idly with the bracelet, clearly intrigued by it.

But the next moment, his senior sister shut him down coldly: "No."

You Fushi glanced up just in time to see Ye Su lean in and firmly grip his wrist, removing the Mistflower Fang without hesitation.

He didn’t say a word.

Perhaps he’d never been refused anything before. By the time he processed what had happened, Ye Su had already stowed the bracelet back in her Qiankun bag.

Seeing the disbelief in her junior brother’s eyes, Xiyu couldn’t help but say: "That’s Senior Sister’s favorite artifact, Little Brother. Don’t even think about it."

Ye Su was usually indifferent about her belongings—she often gave things away to her juniors without a second thought. But if it was something she truly cared about, she would never hand it over to anyone.

"Just make another one," You Fushi said, frowning as he stared at her bag. "I want that one."

Ye Su met his eyes calmly and rejected him again: "I can’t."

The Mistflower Fang had only turned out so well because of a burst of inspiration and a perfect feel during crafting. If she tried to make another, it might look the same—but the spirit would be gone.

Artifact crafting was mysterious like that. Skill and cultivation level didn’t guarantee success. Sometimes, it simply couldn’t be replicated.

You Fushi fell silent.

His senior sister meant what she said—if she said no, it was a dead end. In the end, the frustrated junior brother stormed off and slammed the door to his room.

---

The next day, Ye Su went to find Quan Jiaying to let him know they’d soon be heading down the mountain for experience training.

"Training?" Quan Jiaying was a bit surprised.

Artifact cultivators typically stuck to sparring and competitions—they rarely ventured out like sword cultivators did.

"You’ve seen the state of Qianji Sect," Ye Su said with a faint smile. "It’s not just that our spiritual vein has dried up—someone’s suppressing us from behind the scenes too. The secret realm is the only place where we’re free from outside control."

Quan Jiaying could hardly believe what he was hearing: "You’re going into a secret realm?"

"Yes," Ye Su replied seriously. "Everything inside is unclaimed, and the spiritual energy is abundant. It suits us well."

"But… secret realms are too dangerous. You’re just artifact cultivators."

After staying at Qianji Sect for some time, Quan Jiaying understood why they were desperate. But Ye Su’s resolve still stunned him.

"We’ll go in with sword cultivators," she said, offering no more detail.

Quan Jiaying looked skeptical.

"Do you have the spirit stones to hire sword cultivators?"

"A friend is willing to go with us," Ye Su replied. "And in a few days, we’ll visit the Sword Sect to negotiate a deal."

Quan Jiaying didn’t ask what the deal was. He stayed quiet for a long time, then finally took something out of his Qiankun bag and handed it to Ye Su.

"This is the Flying Mirror Armor. It can withstand attacks from Nascent Soul stage cultivators. If you run into danger, it should keep you safe for a while."

Ye Su looked down at the palm-sized bronze mirror in her hand. For it to defend against a Nascent Soul-level attack, the artifact must have been crafted by someone at or above that level.

"I have enough protective gear myself and rarely use this. You can borrow it for now," Quan Jiaying said as he turned to leave. "By my count, it’s about time I returned."

Ye Su looked up with a smile and said sincerely: "Brother Quan, thank you."

Quan Jiaying paused in his steps, tilted his head slightly, then quietly returned to his room to pack.

Not long after, he left Qianji Sect.

……

"Senior Sister, the robes are done."

Xia Er returned with their sect uniforms.

"I used a few mid-grade spirit stones and had ‘Qianji Sect’ embroidered in gold thread on the front and back."

"Put them on," Ye Su instructed. "We’re heading down the mountain."

The group took their robes to change, then stepped out of the courtyard, ready to ride their swords toward the Sword Sect.

Just as Ye Su took out her sword, You Fushi appeared out of nowhere, silently stepping onto her sword as if it were his place.

"Little Brother, we’re leaving the mountain—it’ll be a long time before we’re back," Xia Er said, turning to him.

You Fushi ignored him. He simply stared at Ye Su with his dark eyes, as if silently urging, What are you waiting for?

"You want to come?" Ye Su reminded him. "Once we’re down the mountain, it’ll be dirty and tiring."

"Ye Su," You Fushi said coldly. "Are you going or not?"

Still holding a grudge.

"Going." Ye Su jumped onto her sword, standing in front of him, not forgetting to correct him: "Call me Senior Sister."

You Fushi pretended not to hear—he was getting good at that. As the sword rose into the sky, he casually reached out and grabbed Ye Su’s robe.

This time, they weren’t all crammed onto one sword—they had four. Xiyu and Ming Liu Sha flew behind, occasionally racing to see who could sword-fly faster.

Typical: not very skilled, but still competitive.

After flying for most of the day, You Fushi reached out and poked Ye Su with a finger.

"Hey, let me see it."

"See what?" Ye Su glanced back.

"This." He held out his smooth, pale wrist and turned it slightly in front of her.

"...You followed me down the mountain just to play with the Mistflower Fang?" Ye Su couldn’t help but ask.

You Fushi didn’t reply. He simply opened his palm, demanding it like he had every right to.

Ye Su, helpless against him while still flying on her sword, gave in.

"Get it from my Qiankun bag yourself. Just put it back after."

Satisfied, You Fushi reached over, took her bag, and pulled out the Mistflower Fang. He slid it onto his wrist like it belonged to him.

---

The Sword Sect was located in Tushou City. Before setting out, they had already sent word to Lu Jiu to meet halfway.

It took two full days of sword-flying before they arrived at a small town where they would wait for her.

Though Lu Jiu’s cultivation wasn’t particularly high, Ye Su had worked with her before and found her trustworthy—at least the type who wouldn’t stab you in the back. She decided to invite her along.

More importantly, Ye Su didn’t know much about the Sword Sect. The original story had focused heavily on the male and female leads. As for the second male lead, most of his story was glossed over. The sect itself was barely mentioned.

She only knew that Yi Xuan had left the Qianji Sect and later joined the Sword Sect. He made a name for himself in the sect competition, but was ultimately defeated by the male lead. Later, he turned to demonic cultivation—and destroyed the Qianji Sect.

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"Fellow Daoist Ye!"

Lu Jiu spotted them from a distance, gathered inside a teahouse. Ye Su’s group stood out far too much—the bold golden characters Qianji Sect on their black robes were impossible to miss.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, long time no see."

Ye Su stood to greet her, noticing the heavy scent of blood clinging to Lu Jiu. She had clearly just rushed over from somewhere.

"You disappeared on us in the secret realm last time. Gave us quite a scare. I’m just glad you’re okay." Lu Jiu said. "Shall we leave now?"

"Have some tea first. There’s no rush," Ye Su gestured to a long bench.

"Alright." Lu Jiu looked down at herself, cast a cleansing spell to freshen up, and then sat down.

The tea here didn’t contain much spiritual energy, but it was refreshing and helped sweep away fatigue. After drinking a large bowl, Lu Jiu finally relaxed—only to notice someone she hadn’t seen before.

He was sleeping on the table, using the corner of Ye Su’s robe as a pillow. Just the sight of his moon-white robes made it clear he wasn’t ordinary.

"Who’s that?"

"Our little junior brother," Ye Su replied briefly.

"Yi Xuan?" Lu Jiu looked surprised.

After the secret realm incident, she had stayed to help search for Ye Su and had met Yi Xuan during that time. But this person didn’t seem like him at all…

Yi Xuan wasn’t so…

She couldn’t quite describe the difference. While she was still puzzling it out, the person lying on the table suddenly sat up. His long black hair, loosely tied with a single jade pin, fanned out and brushed Ye Su’s shoulder as he moved. His face caught the light, momentarily stunning her.

"Do I look like Yi Xuan?" You Fushi asked, staring straight at her.

It was the second time someone had mistaken him for Yi Xuan.

Lu Jiu blushed under his gaze—her sun-darkened face actually turning red.

"N-No, not really."

"He’s my Master’s new disciple," Ye Su quickly stepped in to break the tension.

"Is Yi Xuan better-looking than me?" You Fushi ignored Lu Jiu and turned to ask Ye Su.

What kind of question was that?

Everyone around the table fell silent.

Ye Su paused, then calmly said: "You’re better-looking."

You Fushi still wasn’t fully satisfied with her delayed response, but grudgingly accepted it.

In his mind, Yi Xuan got a few more mental black marks.

---

After resting at the teahouse, they continued their journey to Tushou City. This time, You Fushi didn’t ride on the sword. Instead, he made Ye Su hang a giant basket underneath.

The basket was big enough to fit all three of Ming Liu Sha, but now held only one You Fushi—and still had room to spare.

It was ugly, but comfortable enough for napping.

You Fushi accepted the compromise.

So, beneath Ye Su’s flying sword, a large basket now dangled as they traveled toward the city.

Lu Jiu, watching all this from behind, leaned toward Xiyu and whispered: "Your new junior brother… doesn’t seem like the old one."

Yi Xuan’s face had always been striking, but his pride, stubbornness, and repressed ambition made him intense.

This new one looked equally noble and refined—but there was… something else she couldn’t quite name.

"Little Junior Brother?" Xiyu gave a thumbs-up. "He’s rich."

Lu Jiu had a sudden realization.

"That’s why he felt different."

Rich Boy Junior Brother was currently lying in the basket, fiddling with the Mistflower Fang on his wrist. No one noticed he had quietly infused it with a thread of his spiritual energy.

……

Outside Tushou City.

Xia Er stared into the distance, eyes wide with awe.

"That’s Tushou City?"

A massive, towering city shaped like a sword stood at the peak of the mountain range. From its base, countless waves of sword aura surged upward. Sword cultivators came and went around the perimeter, but not a single one flew their sword into the city.

"Sword-flying is forbidden inside Tushou City. We’ll have to walk in," Lu Jiu said, hiding the envy in her eyes.

"There are countless sword sects here, both big and small. Sword cultivators are constantly making breakthroughs, and powerful cultivators often release waves of sword intent. To prevent accidents, sword-flying is restricted within the city limits. The inner city has formations to enforce it."

The group landed outside the city and looked up at the towering walls. Compared to Dinghai City, this place was far grander and more majestic.

Xia Er, a sword-forging enthusiast, was practically glued to the spot. His eyes fixated on the swords carried by passing cultivators, unable to stop staring. He looked like he wanted to see through the scabbards and study the structure of the blades.

Sword cultivators are sensitive by nature and quickly noticed Xia Er’s gaze. Some gripped their swords tightly and walked away in haste; others glared at him, even half-drawing their blades in warning.

Catching sight of a bare blade only made Xia Er’s eyes sparkle brighter. He was practically drooling.

"Stop staring," Ye Su said, grabbing the back of her junior brother’s collar. "Let’s go."

"Senior Sister, one day I want to open a shop here in Tushou City—only selling swords!" Xia Er said excitedly. "There are so many sword cultivators here!"

"You could open one at the foot of Kunlun for all I care," Ye Su replied, unfolding a map as she walked toward the Sword Sect.

"For now, focus on what we came to do."

"Senior Sister."

"Hmm?" Ye Su responded instinctively to the call.

Beside her, Ming Liu Sha nudged her and signaled with her chin.

"Yi... Xuan."

Yi Xuan stood across the road, sword in hand, his gaze fixed on You Fushi. His expression was unreadable.

"So that’s the new junior disciple?" he asked.