World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 49: Taking Senior Sister to Visit a University

In his previous life, university life offered Wang Sheng four carefree and indulgent years. Though his later obsession with "online cultivation" led him astray, causing him to let some people down and miss certain opportunities, he still looked back fondly on his college days.

This time around, he chose a different path. To find stability and purpose, he decided to leave everything behind and seek out a master on the mountain, forcefully altering the course of his life. This meant prematurely saying goodbye to friends, classmates, and lovers he could have otherwise encountered.

With gains came losses. Such was the principle of the Great Dao, a truth that pervaded all things.

The Dajiang River, one of the Great Land of Hua Republic's two great mother rivers, divided the nation into southern and northern regions, shaping their cultures and nurturing thousands of years of civilization. Wang Sheng's seemingly brainwashed junior sister was a second-year student at a university in a city along the southern riverbanks.

The campus had a massive bridge nearby and was surrounded by high-tech industrial parks that had sprung up over the last decade. A few upscale neighborhoods boasting river-view apartments were also in its vicinity.

With convenient transportation, towering skyscrapers, and a prestigious university, the area was considered a bustling part of the city.

University campuses were typically well-landscaped, and his junior sister's school was no exception. From the gates, one could see paths flanked and shaded by willows, grassy slopes covered in fresh greenery, and an atmosphere brimming with youthful vitality.

In such a beautiful and comfortable environment, students who didn't take the opportunity to pursue relationships in the downtime between their relatively light academic workloads were surely missing out on the goodwill of their school administrators.

As they neared the area, the polluted primal qi of the city gradually became clearer. A gentle breeze wafted over from the river, dispelling some of the restlessness inherent in urban life.

Escorted by Bulldozer and Mou Yue, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan arrived at the university at 1:00 PM and met with several Special Investigation Unit members who had been preparing in the area.

In just half a day, the Special Investigation Unit had mobilized huge resources, and the subsequent operation plan was already fully deployed.

As special collaborators for the mission—or more accurately, its primary combatants—Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan were treated with sincerity and respect. At the very least, the young team members addressed them with formal language and refrained from giving orders. Instead, they made suggestions through discussion with Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan.

When their mistress established the Special Investigation Unit, she deliberately recruited recent graduates to cultivate talent. It seemed her efforts were now paying off handsomely. Though Wang Sheng thought they weren't fully mature yet, their efficiency was certainly impressive.

Their primary objective was to find and rescue their junior sister from danger, while the Special Investigation Unit's mission was to investigate the cultivators who had appeared on campus. Though their goals were intertwined, their focuses were slightly different.

On the way, Wang Sheng discreetly discussed with his senior sister that if rescuing their junior sister went smoothly, they should give the Special Investigation Unit a hand.

After all, their mistress was leading the unit.

***

2:30 PM, in a suite on the eighteenth floor of a chain hotel near the campus.

Mu Wanxuan sat obediently on the sofa by the window as she gazed at the other two women in the room.

Mou Yue stood beside her, reading information and instructions from her phone, while another female investigator was busy at the bedside, organizing a suitcase for Mu Wanxuan. It was filled with trendy and "typical" clothing, all in Mu Wanxuan's size. They had quickly picked them for her.

The few antique-style dresses that Mu Wanxuan had brought along had been confiscated, deemed too conspicuous for the mission.

"Daoist Priest Bu Yu, have you memorized all the details about the role you'll be playing?" Mou Yue asked skeptically.

Mu Wanxuan nodded earnestly. "Mm!"

There was no way Mou Yue would ask her to repeat all the information. All Mu Wanxuan had to do was follow her junior brother's lead.

"Alright," Mou Yue muttered, though still a bit doubtful. She grabbed a folder from the side, took out several items, and handed them to Mu Wanxuan one by one: a student ID, a Bluetooth earpiece, a brand-new smartphone, and some accessories like hairpins, earrings, and pens.

"These all have tracking devices installed. We will do our utmost to ensure your safety. If you find yourself in danger, prioritize protecting yourself," Mou Yue advised softly.

"Mm!"

Mu Wanxuan's responses left Mou Yue feeling a bit powerless. Why did the Fairy Bu Yu seem far less reliable than the Sword Immortal?

"Mou Yue, is it my turn now?"

The female investigator by the bed had come over with two outfits in hand. She looked at Mu Wanxuan with anticipation.

Mou Yue smiled. "Daoist Priest Bu Yu, it's time for you to change."

Hesitant, Mu Wanxuan furrowed her brow slightly as she looked at the small clothes in the investigator's hands.

***

Meanwhile, in the adjacent suite, Wang Sheng was checking out his own outfit.

He had tied his hair into a ponytail, swapped his Daoist robe for jeans and a floral shirt, donned a silver cross necklace, and fastened an expensive-looking designer belt to complement his rich kid persona.

Bulldozer chuckled. "You look pretty handsome with a little styling."

Two other staff members, who were tinkering with electronic devices, glanced up. One of them laughed. "I think he looks more dashing in his Daoist robe."

"No, no, no." Bulldozer shook his head vehemently. "Daoist robes aren't trendy anymore. Modern outfits are not only more comfortable but don't hinder sword movements."

The other staffer countered, "But jeans are restrictive! Loose training clothes don't impede highly difficult moves, and Daoist robes even offer some defensive capability—they're artifacts from Daoist sects, after all."

As the discussion veered into strange territory, Wang Sheng stepped in to redirect the conversation. "Any new intel?"

The group immediately turned serious. Bulldozer glanced at his phone and shook his head. "For now, all we have is the current information."

Wang Sheng nodded lightly and walked to the window, gazing at the quiet campus across the road.

Cultivators using talismans to injure ordinary people, a renowned university, and a junior sister seemingly controlled by a pyramid scheme... How are these three connected?

My junior sister doesn't know the mistress's hidden identity. In her eyes, her mom is just a highly successful career woman who has never endured any hardship, even while raising her since she was young.

Being brainwashed into a pyramid scheme would make sense if she lacked financial stability or were desperate to make big bucks quickly. However, she grew up accustomed to wealth and luxury. She doesn't even feel the pressure of graduation yet. How could she be tricked into asking her family for money to 'start a business'?

What exactly was brewing in this school?

Lost in thought, Wang Sheng stood by the bed with his hands in his pockets. Bulldozer and the other two didn't dare disturb him. Instead, they kept themselves busy with their tasks.

According to the information provided by the Special Investigation Unit, Wang Sheng's junior sister attended classes and participated in campus activities as usual every day, showing no apparent changes from before.

However, that seemingly normal situation only made Wang Sheng more worried. They had to find her and ensure her safety as soon as possible.

After another ten minutes, Bulldozer remarked, "Daoist Priest Wang, the preparations next door are complete. When do we start?"

"Now. No more delays."

Wang Sheng exhaled slowly and glanced at Abyss Listener in the corner. He then picked up the backpack on the sofa and slung it over his shoulder.

He and his senior sister were posing as newly arrived art exchange students. Their documents seemed pretty real; anyone who checked would find a complete, flawless background.

"Operation begins," Bulldozer said into his earpiece.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway as a young couple walked intimately toward the elevator.

As soon as Wang Sheng opened the door, he felt several gazes on him. Paying them no attention, he walked to the suite next door and knocked on the door.

"Sis, time to report to the school."

A few seconds later, the door slowly opened, and a faint scent of perfume drifted into Wang Sheng's nose. Looking up, he couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

No, he felt like he was falling in love.

Enchanting eyes, delicate eyebrows, silky hair that cascaded down to her slender waist, and soft lips that exuded a natural allure.

Wang Sheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Her faint smile alone could captivate nations.

His rationality reminded him that he shouldn't stare at his senior sister like this—it was improper, even if they were close. However, he found it difficult to look away.

A tiny hair clip near her forehead accentuated her smooth, waterfall-like hair, seemingly ready to slide down at any moment.

Her white shirt barely covered her midriff, and her light gray shorts accentuated her nearly perfect slender legs, making them appear even longer.

This was, in Wang Sheng's memory, the "sexiest" and most revealing outfit that his senior sister had ever worn. Every inch of her skin seemed to shimmer with a radiant glow, making it impossible for anyone to avert their gaze.

Sensing her junior brother's stare, Mu Wanxuan blinked softly, looked down at her outfit, and blushed slightly. Her expression was tinged with awkwardness.

Tight shirts and shorts really didn't suit her. Her junior brother probably never expected her to wear something like this, and he likely even thought that she was embarrassing herself...

"Um..."

She looked at Wang Sheng with wide eyes, hesitating over whether she should go back and change into something more proper.

Fortunately, Wang Sheng felt a sense of calm while looking into her eyes. He smiled and raised his left arm. "We have to report to the school, Sis. The academic affairs office might close soon."

Mu Wanxuan exhaled lightly in relief. She stuck out her tongue at Wang Sheng before quickly reverting to her dignified, elegant, and demure demeanor.

Wang Sheng stepped forward and pulled out the suitcase beside her, making sure his every move appeared as gentlemanly as possible. He then took her wrist and placed her hand around his arm.

Mu Wanxuan didn't find anything inappropriate about the gesture. On the contrary, she even naturally leaned closer to her junior brother.

Her small hand, comfortably nestled in his grip, felt cold and delicate.

Wang Sheng leaned close to her ear and said seriously, "Stay in character. We're now childhood sweethearts in a sibling-like relationship. I call you Sis, and you call me Sheng."

"Mm!" Mu Wanxuan nodded earnestly. Her understanding of a sibling-like relationship was limited to its literal meaning.

Meant to blend in and make their appearance less conspicuous, the young couple stood close together at the elevator, whispering sweet nothings.

Mu Wanxuan glanced at a young woman's chest, taking in her strapless dress with a thoughtful look.

She subtly glanced down at her own chest, recalling the hushed conversation she overheard while changing in the bathroom earlier.

Mou Yue and the other female staff had thought their whispers were quiet enough, but thanks to her spiritual consciousness—two stages higher than Wang Sheng's—Mu Wanxuan heard every word.

As the elevator descended smoothly, she lightly poked Wang Sheng's arm, her back turned to the investigation team members nearby.

"What's wrong?" Wang Sheng asked casually, his thoughts already on the next steps of the mission.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, pointed at her own chest, and softly whispered a single letter in his ear.

"D?"

Wang Sheng coughed. He nearly choked on his true essence.