Chapter 012: Little Sister’s Request (18++)

[Ding. Class Advancement Successful.]

Name: Long Tian

Class: Prayer Master (Sub-class: Light Cavalry)

Stats: 

Attack: 900

Defense: 750

Magic Attack: 100

HP: 1200

MP: 350

Reputation: 40

Technical Exp: 100 | Agriculture Exp: 30 | Industrial Exp: 20

Construction Exp: 0 | Astronomy Exp: 0 | Geography Exp: 0 | Sorcery Exp: 0

Traits: 

Marching: Movement speed of the commanded unit increased by 100%, ignores terrain obstacles.

Ultimate Skill: 

Cross Slash: Gains Rage with each kill and hit. Can be activated when at least forty Rage points are accumulated. Each Rage point deals 1% of max HP damage. Rage points are cleared upon activation.

Spells: 

Life Healing: Heals a single target within 10 meters, restoring twice the caster’s spell attack value as HP. Costs 5 MP.

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The panel was simple and easy to understand. 

Aside from his own, there were panels for other characters, displayed as half-body portraits. 

Clicking them allowed him to see their status, including Martial Power, Intelligence, Reputation, Command, Charisma, Skills, and their relationship with him.

The system only recorded strategists and generals, aside from the women in his life. 

Only those with sufficient strength were recognized. 

Ordinary soldiers without extraordinary abilities were not considered “Generals” and thus had no panels.

The sound of footsteps interrupted Long Tian’s thoughts. A pair of boots appeared in his vision. 

Looking up, he saw a tight-fitting outfit; her high, firm peaks were tightly bound, tracing an alluring curve.

With ruby lips, pearl-white teeth, peach-blossom eyes, and almond brows, it was his younger sister, Long Le!

“What is it, little sister? Is something the matter?” 

Long Tian invited her to sit. His feelings for his sisters weren’t particularly deep, but they weren’t bad either, it was a calm, distant relationship.

His elder sister, Long Xue, had married out long ago. His younger sister was a year younger than him. Having grown up close to their maternal aunt, she loved playing with blades and spears. Her martial skills were so refined that she was undoubtedly a match for any man.

Long Le’s personality was blunt. Influenced by her aunt and the rugged culture of Xiliang, she didn’t care for flowery words. 

“I don’t want to get married. Mother told me today that she wants to find a matchmaker for me.”

“Oh? A parent’s command and a matchmaker’s word… there’s not much I can do,” Long Tian shrugged. 

This sister of his was too fierce; whoever married her would have to worry about being beaten into internal injuries.

To his surprise, Long Le stared at him with a direct, piercing gaze. 

Though she seemed reckless, she said straightforwardly, 

“The eldest brother is like a father. If you speak up for me, Mother will surely reconsider. I don’t want to marry. If there isn’t a man worthy of me, I won’t marry at all!”

Her words sounded arrogant, but Long Le was tall enough to look down on most men and possessed genuine strength. 

Growing up in a culture that worshipped martial skills, she naturally looked down on men who were weaker than her.

A strange thought suddenly occurred to Long Tian. 

He looked at his sister again and realized she was actually quite beautiful. 

Her lean muscles didn’t make her look bulky; instead, she was slender with a streamlined physique. 

Combined with a face that still held a hint of youthful innocence, she possessed a unique, budding charm.

“What kind of man are you looking for?”

“One who can beat me in a fight!” 

Long Le raised her chin proudly. She wasn’t some delicate lady from a sheltered household, and she certainly wasn’t the type to cry.

She stood tall, her peaks, which were already more developed than many adult women, thrust forward. 

Long Tian imagined that burying his head in them would probably feel incredible.

Gulp.

Long Tian swallowed hard, suppressing his thoughts. 

“If I agree to help, does that mean you’ll marry me instead? Haha!”

It was a ridiculous thing to say. A normal person would likely be furious, but Long Le defied expectations. 

She looked at Long Tian and nodded firmly. 

“Sure. As long as you can beat me.”

“Uh…” 

Long Tian didn’t know how to respond. Something felt off. 

He poured a cup of water and took a large gulp. 

“Little sister, have you been drinking?”

Instead of answering, Long Le stood up and leaned in, her face so close they were almost touching. 

“I’m telling the truth. In the Qiang and Hu tribes, it’s normal for a son to take his father’s wives. Brother, don’t tell me you aren’t a man? Stop being so wishy-washy. Do you actually dare to speak to Mother or not?”

How could a man admit he “couldn’t”? Even if he couldn’t, he had to push forward!

“Of course I can. Little sister, I’ll show you exactly how ‘capable’ I am!” 

Long Tian couldn’t take the provocation. 

In the past, he might have restrained himself, but with the system, and having already defiled his mother and cousin Dong Yuan, even completing that “In Front of Husband” mission, his ambition was swelling by the day.

Long Le laughed and dropped into a boxing stance. 

“Then let me see.”

Whoosh!

She threw a standard straight punch. It landed squarely on Long Tian’s chest, but it felt to her as if she had hit a solid rock. 

Her knuckles actually stung from the impact. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, replaced quickly by a serious expression.

Long Tian didn’t dodge.

When she threw her next punch, he moved in and pulled her directly into his arms, hugging her tightly. 

His erect member pressed firmly against her lower abdomen. 

“You lose!”

There were no fancy moves or counters. He simply used his overwhelming Defense and Attack stats to suppress her. 

Forget Long Le; even a first-rate general might have been caught off guard and restrained by him.

Long Le struggled but couldn’t break free. Feeling his hardness pressing against her stomach, even the tomboyish girl felt a rare blush creep onto her face. 

“You’re cheating!”

Long Tian let her go. 

“Then let’s go to the courtyard. Grab your weapon; we’ll have a real fight with steel.”

Five minutes later, Long Le watched as her cleaver was sent flying, embedding itself deep into the wall. 

The hilt was still vibrating, showing just how much force had been behind the throw.

She knew she had lost. For a martial artist, having your weapon knocked away was no different from a total defeat.

Long Tian walked over and playfully pinched Long Le’s nose. 

“I’ll go talk to Mother about your situation now. Don’t worry, I won’t force you. You… just let me know when you’ve ‘opened your mind’ to the idea.”

“Mhm. Thank you, Brother.” 

Long Le lowered her head, uncharacteristically obedient. 

Although they were blood-related, she didn’t seem to care much about that detail.