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  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 19

    Chapter 19: Linlang’s Light

    But how can someone like me, born with a predetermined limit, ever hope to make those descendants of the True Ancestor pay?

    Celeste’s anger, hatred, and shame ultimately felt like nothing but a cruel joke. Perhaps she was nothing more than a clown, forced to watch as the person she loved was…

    In the soft glow of the morning sun, the golden-haired girl rose, tears staining her cheeks. Her eyes, usually bright and clear like a summer sky, were now dull and lifeless.

    She brushed the dust off her knees, carefully smoothing away the footprint on her hair. A last shred of dignity.

    Head bowed, she stumbled into her classroom, unable to meet anyone’s gaze, not even for a moment.

    ………………

    Adele was known in her class for her good grades in general knowledge and her diligent work ethic. However, when it came to magic-related subjects, her limitations as a Sequence Five half-blood were glaringly obvious.

    She was, without a doubt, at the bottom of the class. The weakest among vampires, the weakest among humans. And to make matters worse, as a half-blood, she was accepted by neither. A pitiful creature caught between two worlds.

    If you were to ask why she was so weak… well, go ask the author!

    As far as Adele was concerned, *I just can’t do it, okay? * This kind of inherent weakness, written into her very being, wasn’t something she could overcome with mere effort.

    In the original story, Adele’s first taste of true power didn’t come until after the academy exams, after she had secured her place as the worst student in the entire school. It was during a mission to hunt down a rogue, incredibly dangerous “witch” that she finally found an opportunity to grow stronger.

    Until then, she was nothing but a soft, helpless little cake, ripe for the taking.

    Since there was no way to become stronger in the short term, Adele decided to embrace her fate as a hopeless case. And what better way to do that than to sleep through her classes?

    It was a mystery why school desks seemed to possess a universal sleep-inducing quality. They weren’t as soft as a bed, and the posture was terrible, yet they seemed to amplify drowsiness tenfold. Adele had even begun to suspect that the desks were some kind of magical tool created by a Dream Eater, allowing them to steal the life force of unsuspecting, slumbering students.

    The girl slept soundly, unaware that her actions had attracted the attention of another girl in the class.

    This girl, dressed in the standard academy uniform, had opted for a tie instead of the usual pink ribbon. With her hair in neat pigtails and an earnest expression on her face, she looked every bit the pure, innocent girl next door. Specifically, the kind of girl next door who was diligently preparing for her high school entrance exams.

    She was almost as petite as Adele, but unlike Adele’s delicate, alluring aura, this girl radiated an air of righteousness and determination. An unwavering commitment to justice, even if she lacked the strength to back it up.

    The academy uniform, thankfully, allowed for some degree of personalization. Besides the standard shirt and blazer, both boys and girls could choose between a skirt or pants, a tie or a ribbon. Generally, boys wore ties, and girls wore ribbons.

    But this girl, who had approached Adele’s desk after class and gently shaken her awake, was different.

    She wore a tie. Thankfully, she hadn’t gone as far as wearing pants. Otherwise, Adele would have been denied the sight of her long, slender legs clad in white stockings.

    Adjusting her own rather modest chest, the girl looked at Adele with a mixture of concern and disapproval in her eyes. “Adele! You can’t just give up on yourself like this!”

    “Huh…?”

    Suddenly awakened from her peaceful slumber, Adele was utterly bewildered.

    Um, do I know you? Who are you?

    Confusion clouded her pink eyes. She scrutinized the girl for a moment, trying to recall if there had been a character like this in the original story.

    This was the biggest difference between reading a novel and transmigrating into one. She now had to navigate a complete and complex world, encountering characters who hadn’t been fleshed out in the original story, facing unexpected situations. No longer could she simply observe from a detached, omniscient perspective.

    Seeing Adele’s confused and vulnerable expression, the girl bit her lip, a wave of sympathy washing over her. She remembered that morning, watching Hermione drop Adele off at her classroom.

    *Poor Adele… taken away by that Sequence One again… *

    The girl couldn’t bear to imagine what that Ice Queen, Hermione, might have done to her. The only thing she could guess was that Adele must have been exhausted after last night, which was why she had fallen asleep the moment she arrived at school.

    In the past, Adele had been so hardworking, pushing herself to improve her grades, determined to prove that she was just as capable as anyone else, that even a Sequence Five could achieve great things. Back then, even when she was tired, her eyes had shone with a captivating light, a spark of hope that had inspired others.

    But now… had she given up completely?

    No… She can’t give up!

    Adele, I won’t let you lose that light in your eyes! I won’t let you become a plaything for those arrogant, self-important purebloods!

    Adele, I won’t let you fall!

    Gathering her courage, the girl straightened her back and declared, “Adele, let me tutor you after school!”

    “…”

    Seriously, who are you?

    Adele didn’t dare to speak, afraid of revealing her ignorance. She hadn’t exactly been speed-reading the novel, nor had she unlocked any time-bending abilities. This girl was definitely not one of the memorable characters from the early parts of the story.

    Maybe… my slacking off and sleeping in class changed the plot? After all, if she hadn’t been asleep, this girl wouldn’t have approached her.

    But wouldn’t that be a bit too simplistic…?

    Adele was experiencing the butterfly effect firsthand. A small change could indeed lead to vastly different outcomes.

    But to expect her to work hard, to practice magic and waste her time like the original Adele… that was just too much to ask. Until those crucial plot points arrived, there was no way for her, for this body, to grow stronger.

    Adele was well aware of this fact, however much she disliked admitting it. Sometimes, hard work truly couldn’t compete with opportunity.

    After a moment of silence, Adele devised a plan to uncover the girl’s identity.

    With a slightly ashamed expression and a pitiful look in her eyes, she turned to the girl who had so earnestly offered her help. “Thank you for reminding me… I won’t give up. At least, not now.”

    “So… could you please lend me your notes from last class?”

    The girl with the pigtails visibly relaxed. That’s the Adele I know! The Adele who refuses to give up!

    She’s just tired… That’s why she dozed off…

    “Of course! I’ll get them for you right away!”

    “My handwriting is a bit messy, but I hope you don’t mind!”

    “Not at all.”

    With a blush, the girl returned to her seat and began rummaging through her bag for her notes.

    Adele soon received the notebook. The handwriting wasn’t messy at all, contrary to what the girl had claimed. It was just… a reflection of her state of mind.

    She had spent the entire class not only paying close attention to the lesson but also worrying about Adele, her thoughts a jumbled mess. So naturally, her notes were a bit haphazard, the characters written in a hurried, almost frantic manner.

    But the handwriting itself was neat and elegant.

    “Tang Linlang… Linlang…” Adele murmured the girl’s name, her brow furrowed in thought.

    Suddenly, her eyes widened in realization.

    It’s her…

    In hindsight, she should have guessed sooner. Most of the elite human students were concentrated in the Sequence Two and One classes, true prodigies all. Only Tang Linlang, with neither a powerful lineage nor exceptional talent, had ended up languishing among the Sequence Fives.

    And ironically, she harbored a deep-seated hatred for vampires. But even so, she lacked the power to escape this environment, forced to remain among the lowest of the low.

    To be fair, Tang Linlang did have a “lineage” of sorts. She was a descendant of the Tang family, a long line of vampire hunters. And the Tang family… were the masterminds behind the attack that had nearly killed the Vampire True Ancestor all those years ago, the ones who had sacrificed everything to shatter the “false peace” treaty between humans and vampires.

    The attack had left the Vampire True Ancestor severely wounded, still recovering to this day. But the price the Tang family paid was even greater. Almost all of their able-bodied fighters had perished. Even those who had survived were left crippled and broken. Their family, once strong and proud, was now nothing but a shadow of its former self, kept afloat by the elderly, the women, and the children.

    Tang Linlang was one of the many orphans left in the attack’s wake. She lived for revenge, for the day she could make the vampires pay for what they had done to her family.

    But she had no talent. Not a shred of it. It was her greatest sin, her inability to live up to the expectations of those who saw potential in her.

    There had been a time when she had wanted to give up, to simply drift through life in a haze of apathy. It would have been easier that way.

    And then she saw Adele.

    She had been watching her, secretly, from a distance. This girl, a mixed-blood, a Sequence Five… someone she should have despised… but couldn’t. She saw her endure her miserable circumstances without breaking. She saw her bloom like a flower in a world covered in dust, fragile yet strong.

    Adele… was the light that had pierced through the darkness of Tang Linlang’s world.

    And now, it was her turn to rekindle the fading flame within Adele.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 108

    Chapter 108: He’s Here!

    BOOM!

    The dragon puppet’s massive claws slammed against the floor, shaking the entire hall. The Foundation Establishment cultivators staggered, struggling to maintain their balance. Huang Manting, her black dress accentuating her alluring figure, looked up at the puppet, its comical appearance belying its terrifying strength.

    “If you hold back any longer, none of us will pass Senior Ling Long’s trial!” she called out, her voice melodious and captivating.

    The disciples who had entered the Two Polarities Sect might have included a few individuals who lacked common sense, but most were intelligent. They understood that wasting their spiritual energy here would jeopardize their chances in the subsequent trials. And losing the opportunity to gain destiny would be a source of regret for years to come.

    “We have to fight with everything we have! We need to repel these puppets!” a disciple shouted.

    “Easy to say, but if someone holds back, how would we know?” another retorted.

    The disciples, struggling against the puppet’s oppressive aura, exchanged glances, their thoughts hidden. They were all talented individuals, their strength and potential undeniable among their peers. But they were only strong relative to others their age. Against these puppets, which seemed to be at Core Formation, especially with everyone holding back and their hearts divided, they were outmatched.

    Ye Yu dodged the puppet that was pursuing him, then looked up, his voice filled with anger. “This is all Mu Zhi’an’s fault! If not for him, we wouldn’t be facing this difficult trial!”

    Gongsun Cheng turned to look at him. “What do you mean, Young Master Ye?”

    “Didn’t you see? That silver-haired woman beside him, she was Senior Ling Long! Perhaps he’s the one who made the trial so difficult!”

    He chuckled coldly. “Didn’t you see what happened to the Third Prince? He criticized the trial, he insulted Mu Zhi’an, and Senior Ling Long immediately expelled him. Perhaps he’s found a way to curry favor with her…”

    The hall fell silent. His words made sense, but they weren’t so easily swayed.

    “Perhaps we’re just wasting our time. Mu Zhi’an might have already taken the destiny inheritance,” Gongsun Cheng added, his voice laced with a hint of malice.

    “Senior Ling Long wouldn’t stoop to such deception. She wouldn’t leave us with nothing,” a disciple protested, chuckling.

    “She might not, but we can’t be sure about Mu Zhi’an. Perhaps he’s already found the inheritance and left,” another agreed.

    “Are you seriously discussing this before even passing the trial?”

    A melodious voice rang out, and the disciples turned to look. It was Huang Manting, the young mistress of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, who had passed the entrance exams with flying colors.

    “You’re not fools. If you give up so easily, you might as well leave now.”

    She raised her hand, gathering her spiritual energy, forming a barrier to protect herself from the puppet’s aura.

    “Miss Huang is right. We need to focus on these puppets, not on infighting,” a female disciple said, her voice clear and sweet, her gaze fixed on Huang Manting’s beautiful face, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

    “It’s too early to be discussing such things,” another agreed, also looking at her.

    In just a few days, Huang Manting had gathered four or five followers, three of them beautiful women. If Mu Zhi’an were here, he would be impressed. Her ability to captivate was astonishing.

    “What if we pass the trial, but the inheritance is gone? What if Mu Zhi’an has already taken it? What if there’s only one inheritance left? How will we divide it?” Ye Yu asked.

    “It’s all because of him! He’s taken one of the inheritances!” Gongsun Cheng added, fueling the flames of discontent. “And perhaps the one he took was the only one…”

    Huang Manting looked at Ye Yu, then at Gongsun Cheng, her brow furrowing slightly. They’re determined to make him the target. But the other disciples weren’t fools. They wouldn’t be so easily swayed. They were intelligent. They wouldn’t turn against Mu Zhi’an because of a few rumors. Of course, they wouldn’t defend him either. He was a stranger to them. Not making enemies, but not helping others; it was the way of the world.

    She narrowed her eyes, deciding not to speak up for him. He was definitely with Ling Long earlier. Perhaps he had received an inheritance. He has even charmed Ling Long, not just Senior Sister Lan. Perhaps he’s more capable than I thought. She looked up at the puppets, her thoughts racing.

    She wasn’t sure if she could have remained calm in Ling Long’s presence. It was Ling Long, the embodiment of destiny. Who wouldn’t have thoughts about obtaining its immense power? And it was sensitive to malicious intent. Most, upon meeting it, would be immediately expelled. How had he managed to approach it without revealing any greed?

    She didn’t realize that there was a certain breed of man known as the “Lust Seeker Protagonist.” They valued beauty above all else.

    BOOM!

    A deafening roar echoed through the hall, and the disciples looked up to see the two puppets shaking their heads, their bodies radiating a powerful aura. Judging by their aura, their true strength was far beyond Core Formation. At least not early Core Formation. But they didn’t attack. They simply returned to their original positions, as if ordered to stand down.

    The hall fell silent, the disciples staring at them, their eyes filled with confusion.

    “What’s happening…?”

    “They stopped attacking…?”

    As they wondered what was going on, a calm, gentle voice echoed from the far end of the hall.

    “I was only gone for a short while, and it’s already so lively…”

    “I thought I heard someone discussing me…”

    They turned to look and saw a young man approaching, his luxurious robes flowing gracefully, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He scanned the crowd, then stopped before them, chuckling.

    “I apologize for the wait…”

    “…Mu Zhi’an.”

    Ye Yu glared at him, his voice cold. “What are you doing here?”

    “I encountered Senior Ling Long when I entered the realm. After much effort, I managed to persuade her to reveal the locations of two destiny inheritances within this hall,” Mu Zhi’an replied, smiling. “I’m here to guide you.”

    “If you know the locations, why don’t you go yourself?” Ye Yu asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

    “Destiny inheritances aren’t simply claimed by the first person who finds them. It depends on whether your destiny is compatible,” Mu Zhi’an explained calmly. “If it’s not compatible, even Senior Ling Long can’t force it upon you.”

    “That’s just your word,” Gongsun Cheng said, his voice laced with disbelief.

    Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “If you don’t believe me, ask the sect elders.”

    “But I have one condition.”

    He looked at them, his voice clear and firm. “I went through a lot of trouble to obtain this information from Senior Ling Long. So if we find the inheritances, I want to be the first to test them, to see if I’m worthy.”

    The disciples nodded, their previous resentment fading.

    “It’s only fair, Young Master Mu. You’ve worked hard for this.”

    “Even if you receive an inheritance, it’s only natural.”

    They had been jealous, but now, their gazes were filled with gratitude.

    “How can we be sure you’re leading us to the right places, Young Master Mu?” Gongsun Cheng asked suddenly.

    Mu Zhi’an smiled. “If you don’t trust me, leave.” If you’re so suspicious, find the inheritances yourself. I don’t have to cater to you.

    He ignored Gongsun Cheng’s darkening expression, bowing to the others. “There are many trials within this hall. Some paths are incredibly difficult, and even if you pass them, there might not be any inheritances. If you trust me, I’ll lead you to the right places.”

    He paused, then added, smiling. “If not, feel free to explore on your own. But if you trigger any traps, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

    His words were sincere, and the disciples nodded, their trust in him solidified.

    He smiled, pleased. “You’ve all exhausted yourselves fighting those puppets. Rest for a while, then we’ll set off.”

    He found a spot to sit and meditate.

    “Why are you helping them?” Wei Mengrou’s voice whispered in his mind. As a Core Formation cultivator, she shouldn’t be able to enter this hall, but Ling Long had bent the rules for her.

    He smiled, his gaze sweeping over the disciples, discreetly comparing their figures. “It’s more believable this way,” he replied mentally. After all, people were more likely to believe in something earned through effort. And even in the world of cultivation, one had to navigate social dynamics.

    The disciples who left the Two Polarities Sect rarely failed in life. He didn’t want to make enemies. Others might choose to be lone wolves, but he preferred the brotherhood of cultivation.

    The disciples knew that Gongsun Cheng and Ye Yu were trying to provoke them, but they hadn’t spoken up for him. Because he was a stranger to them. But after today, whether they received an inheritance or not, they would remember his kindness. If someone spoke ill of him in the future, they might not defend him, but they wouldn’t oppose him either. It was a matter of reciprocity.

    And there was another benefit to adventuring with these disciples. Several of the female cultivators were glancing at him, their gazes lingering on his handsome face. And since they were indebted to him, they were naturally inclined to please him. Of course, with so many people watching, none of them dared to approach him. But their current hesitation didn’t mean they wouldn’t approach him later, perhaps during their journey, or even within the sect.

    Of course, he was a devoted man. Even if some women pursued him, he wouldn’t give in easily. He wasn’t that kind of casual person.

    He sat there, enjoying the scenery, the beautiful faces surrounding him, and Wei Mengrou’s disgusted gaze, which seemed to be saying: You’re such a creep.

    She had clearly guessed his other intentions. But he didn’t care. She knew him intimately. She understood his nature. With other women, he might have pretended to be a kind and gentle young man. But with her, there was no need. It would only seem insincere.

    If he ever conquered her, he would definitely say something like: Please step on me, Mengrou. He imagined her reaction, her disgust. It would be exquisite.

    “What if Ye Lingxuan receives an inheritance from Lin Ling and her strength increases dramatically? Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to control her?” Wei Mengrou asked suddenly, her voice a mental message.

    He snapped out of his thoughts, looking at her, her figure almost blending into the shadows, and he chuckled. “Their strength increasing only benefits me, doesn’t it?”

    “Not just Lingxuan, but also Ruoxi and Qian’er. The stronger they are, the more secure I am.” He didn’t mention Senior Sister Lan. She was already strong. That was why she was so difficult to conquer.

    He paused, then added, “And perhaps Ling Long’s inheritance can reduce your bad luck, Mengrou.”

    She scoffed. “Don’t waste it on me.”

    “My bad luck, it’s not something that can be offset by a mere destiny inheritance.”

    “If one isn’t enough, we’ll get three,” he said, smiling. “Any improvement in your luck, Mengrou, it’s worth any price.”

    She looked at him, then remained silent.

    Fifteen minutes passed.

    He stopped chatting with her, standing up and looking at the disciples, smiling. “It’s time to go.”

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 107

    Chapter 107: She’s Just My Sister

    Ling Long, an auspicious beast from ancient times, her very existence was a sign of good fortune.

    In the world of cultivation, destiny was paramount. To reach the pinnacle, one needed both talent and destiny. And Ling Long could bestow destiny upon others. It was an irresistible temptation.

    But Mu Zhi’an wasn’t particularly interested in destiny.

    Within this Celestial Realm, destiny was indeed a treasure, but there was a greater treasure here. He discreetly observed the silver-haired woman, who seemed to be from the same era as the Two Polarities Sect’s founder. She held a teacup in her hands, her gaze calm and serene, her crimson eyes bright and clear, giving her an air of innocence.

    He glanced down, unable to resist. Indeed, ample and fair, perhaps even more so than Bai Ruoxi.

    She seemed to sense his gaze, turning to look at him, tilting her head. “Aaa?”

    He tilted his head as well. “Aaa?”

    She wrote on the table with her finger: You were staring at me. Were you thinking bad thoughts?

    He froze, then quickly shook his head. “I apologize. It was just a natural reaction. I’ll try to control myself.”

    Senior Sister Lan was right. She was sensitive to malicious intent, and not just malicious intent, but also certain thoughts. Fortunately, she seemed to have a good temperament. She simply smiled, not expelling him like she had the Third Prince. She was tolerant towards those she favored.

    He sipped his tea, glancing at the two dragon puppets in the hall. They were crudely made, their eyes mismatched, one large, one small, giving them a comical expression. Despite their appearance, their strength was undeniable. They swooped down on the disciples, their wings beating powerfully, their attacks relentless. The Foundation Establishment cultivators struggled to defend themselves.

    Ye Yu, however, was holding his own, barely managing to fend off one of the puppets. He’s not as useless as he seems. He watched Ye Yu fight, then his gaze shifted to a woman standing in the corner, watching Ye Yu. That girl beside him is quite pretty.

    He studied the female cultivator who had been accompanying Ye Yu. Her beauty was above average, but her figure was exceptional. He looked away, his gaze returning to the silver-haired woman.

    He cleared his throat. “Senior Lin Ling, did you choose me because of my destiny?”

    She sipped her tea, her lips moist and alluring. She wrote on the table with her finger: Your destiny is sweet.

    I’ve never heard of destiny being sweet. He watched as the disciples battled the puppets. “What does sweet destiny mean?”

    It couldn’t be because my destiny is pink, right? Do destinies have different flavors? Is purple destiny lavender flavored?

    She set down her teacup, moving closer to him. A sweet fragrance, stronger than the tea’s aroma, filled his nostrils. She turned to him, her face inches from his, then, to Ye Lingxuan’s astonishment, she licked his cheek, her tongue soft and wet.

    He froze, the unexpected sensation sending a shiver down his spine. He looked at Ye Lingxuan, his eyes wide. He knew she probably didn’t care. She lacked experience with human relationships. But still, this was unexpected.

    If she had licked him in her dragon form, it wouldn’t have been so shocking. But she was in her human form! And she was a silver-haired, crimson-eyed beauty! It was overwhelming.

    Wei Mengrou also stared at them, her mouth agape, then she closed it, seemingly deciding to remain silent. As he wondered if she had a crush on him, she sat back, a shy smile playing on her lips.

    She retrieved a black stone tablet and handed it to him. It was the Destiny Testing Monument! She wants me to test my destiny now?

    He looked at the tablet, then placed his hand on its surface. A pink light emanated from the stone, but this time, he noticed something different. A purple aura was intertwined with the pink.

    “Imperial Aura?” Ye Lingxuan exclaimed, staring at the monument. I don’t remember seeing that purple aura before. She frowned, confused.

    He also stared at the purple aura, which resembled a dragon. Then he shook his head. “No, this isn’t Imperial Aura.” It felt familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

    “What is it, Senior?” he asked, looking at Lin Ling.

    She wrote four words on the table.

    He stared at the words, his eyes widening with realization, then he looked at her, his voice filled with disbelief.

    “Heavenly Dao Aura?!”

    It was true. She had just placed a fragment of Heavenly Dao Aura within him! No wonder it felt familiar. Bai Ruoxi possessed Heavenly Dao Aura, and he had been helping her cultivate. He was acquainted with its aura.

    “You placed a fragment of Heavenly Dao Aura within me?” he asked, looking at her, his voice laced with confusion. “Why?”

    There was no such thing as a free lunch. He believed that wholeheartedly.

    She wrote on the table: I have too much Heavenly Dao Aura. I need to share it.

    Before he could process her words, she spoke, her voice soft and clear. “We’re a thousand feet above the ground.”

    The scenery shifted again. Moments ago, they had been able to see the hall where the disciples were being tested. Now, they were surrounded by clouds. They were floating in the air! It’s inconvenient, but also convenient. He looked around, a flicker of envy in his eyes.

    She touched the Destiny Testing Monument. Three different auras, each a different color, emanated from the stone. He stared at the monument, his eyes widening. She possessed three types of Heavenly Dao Aura! She wasn’t just a rich lady. She was a tycoon!

    Even Ye Lingxuan, who had grown up surrounded by wealth and luxury, was stunned. Heavenly Dao Aura granted its possessor immense destiny. Even if all the cultivators in the world combined their Heavenly Dao Aura, they might not have seven portions. Yet this dragon possessed three different types! And even more astonishing, she could withstand such immense destiny.

    She wrote on the table: You can absorb a portion of other people’s destiny.

    His eyes flickered, his thoughts racing. So my destiny is connected to the women around me? The more women I know, the more women I pursue, the stronger my destiny becomes?

    He had suspected as much, but now, seeing her confirmation, he was certain. He remembered how, back when he was a wastrel, his destiny had been unremarkable. But after meeting Bai Ruoxi, after their relationship deepened, he had noticed a significant improvement in his luck. That’s why my destiny is pink. It’s all from the other women. He understood.

    He had started as a minor antagonist, a supporting character in the tutorial village. His destiny had been mediocre. His current pink destiny was most likely from Bai Ruoxi, the Ye sisters, and even Senior Sister Lan.

    “Will absorbing their destiny affect them?” he asked.

    She shook her head. Normally, when destiny reached a certain level, it would overflow. It wouldn’t continue to accumulate.

    A long-held question had been answered, and he felt a sense of clarity. He then asked another question that had been on his mind. “Why did you summon me, Senior?”

    She wrote on the table: To exchange a portion of our destiny. Then she added: Too much destiny attracts karmic fire. I need to transfer some of it.

    Her destiny was too vast, so she was using this method to reduce it? He thought about it. It made sense. Possessing three types of Heavenly Dao Aura, a normal person wouldn’t be able to handle it.

    “You want to absorb a portion of my destiny, and in return, you’ll give me a portion of yours?” he asked.

    She nodded, her bright eyes fixed on him, as if seeking his approval. She didn’t act like a powerful being at all. It was a profitable deal, no matter how he looked at it. Ling Long’s existence represented destiny. Who would complain about having too much destiny?

    He bowed respectfully. “I’m willing to help you, Senior.”

    But how will she absorb my destiny, and how will she transfer hers to me? Will she lick me again?

    He looked at her, a shy smile playing on her lips, and he couldn’t help but wonder. She didn’t hide her emotions at all. Her joy, her shyness, it was all transparent.

    “Senior, I have a question. When we entered the realm, my friend sensed something calling to her. Do you know what it might be?” he asked.

    She tilted her head. “Aaa?”

    “Could you write it down, Senior?” he chuckled.

    She wrote on the table: What is she to you?

    Ye Lingxuan also saw the words, glancing at him.

    He looked at her, his smile gentle. “Lingxuan is my precious sister.”

    She frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with his answer, but she didn’t say anything, maintaining her usual composure.

    Lin Ling pondered for a moment, then looked at Ye Lingxuan, pointing at the words on the table.

    “Follow me.”

    Ye Lingxuan looked at Mu Zhi’an, as if seeking his permission.

    He smiled at her, his voice soft. “Go with her, Lingxuan. This is your opportunity.”

    She bowed to Lin Ling. “Thank you, Senior.”

    Lin Ling nodded, then stood up to leave.

    “What about the other disciples, the ones taking the trial?” Mu Zhi’an asked suddenly.

    Words appeared on the table: Five destiny inheritances. You decide.

    She’s not worried that I’ll take them all? He thought about it, then looked at her, her crimson eyes blinking innocently, and he understood. She hadn’t opened her realm to bestow destiny upon the disciples. She didn’t care what happened to them.

    As she led Ye Lingxuan away, he noticed an ancient scroll lying on the table. He opened it, revealing a map. Five locations were marked, each labeled “Destiny Inheritance.”

    Wei Mengrou glanced at the map, then at him. “What are you going to do?”

    He pondered for a moment. “I’ll take three and give away two.”

    He wasn’t sure if Ling Long was testing him. Taking all five inheritances would be unwise. But taking a portion, it was a good compromise.

    She traced the rim of her teacup, her voice soft. “You might make some enemies.”

    He shook his head, looking up at the clouds, a smile playing on his lips. “If they knew there were five inheritances, and I suddenly told them only two were available, they would be unhappy. They might even resent me.”

    “But if I tell them there was only one inheritance, and I pleaded with Ling Long to grant them two more…”

    “They won’t complain.”

    “In fact…”

    He shook his head, meeting Wei Mengrou’s disgusted gaze, his smile gentle.

    “They’ll be grateful.”

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead vol2 c72

    Chapter 72: Yan Zhen, What Are You Doing Here?

    Returning to his room, Yan Zhen collapsed onto his bed and let out a melancholic sigh.

    Instructor Yu Xuan’s feelings for him were undeniable. However, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t fathom why she would be attracted to him.

    The heroic rescue scene from the script hadn’t even happened yet. He hadn’t made any moves on Instructor Yu Xuan since enrolling. Besides, she wasn’t the type of woman easily swayed by romantic advances. Otherwise, some love-struck expert would have swept her off her feet long ago.

    The only unusual event between them was the initial bathroom mishap.

    To apologize, Yan Zhen had gifted her the Snow Wind Pearl and a vial of Ice Condensation Dew.

    Unfortunately, this led to him accidentally uncovering one of her private hobbies. In a moment of shared awkwardness, he confessed his own preferences, only to be misunderstood as being incredibly “thirsty,” which resulted in their agreement for “special tutoring.”

    Carefully retracing his steps, Yan Zhen concluded that the root of the problem likely stemmed from his confession that day. However, he couldn’t recall the specifics of what he had said.

    System.

    […]

    Hello? System?

    After two attempts, a sound akin to a computer booting up echoed in his mind.

    Was this system really as intelligent as it claimed to be?

    [System online. How may I assist you, Host?]

    Do you have a dialogue playback function?

    [Affirmative. The system records the Host’s actions and dialogue, constantly comparing and correcting them against the script. Which time period would you like to review?]

    Yan Zhen thought for a moment before stating the specific time.

    It should be the evening of the third day after I enrolled.

    [Acknowledged. Retrieving data… Retrieval complete. The following is a record of your dialogue from that evening.]

    Yan Zhen scanned the lengthy text displayed on the system interface, quickly locating the words he had spoken.

    (“…After all, I have a thing for older women, especially mature beauties like you, Instructor. You perfectly match my preferences!”)

    “As I suspected, those words were easily misconstrued. Instructor Yu Xuan could have very well interpreted that as a confession.”

    Being the kind and gentle soul she was, and with this being her first time taking on a male disciple, she was likely caught off guard by his confession.

    To help him focus on his cultivation, she proposed the special tutoring sessions.

    And somewhere along the way, she developed feelings for him. After all, Instructor Yu Xuan had no prior experience with romance.

    It sounded far-fetched, but he was currently playing the role of the protagonist in this world, possessing an aura that naturally attracted women. Even though this was a “no-female-lead, wish fulfillment story,” it didn’t prevent the women around him from developing feelings for him.

    Like his cousin, for example. Her “step-sibling” tendencies were becoming increasingly apparent. He wouldn’t be surprised if she climbed on top of him one day while he slept.

    Although he now understood the situation, Yan Zhen’s heart remained heavy.

    It seemed he had inadvertently “led on” Instructor Yu Xuan, resulting in their current predicament.

    Meaning he shouldered the majority of the blame.

    But he couldn’t reciprocate her feelings, at least not now.

    According to the script, there were only two women he was destined to be with, and Instructor Yu Xuan wasn’t one of them.

    He couldn’t keep stringing her along, enjoying her affections while feigning ignorance.

    That would be utterly despicable.

    In all honesty, Yan Zhen genuinely liked Instructor Yu Xuan. Whether as her disciple or as a man, he didn’t want to hurt her.

    “It seems I really need to talk to her.”

    The question was, how?

    Instructor, you misunderstood. I wasn’t actually confessing my feelings. You don’t have to like me back. Because there’s no future for us?

    That was way too awkward!

    Only a card-carrying member of the “Cringelord Society” would ever utter those words.

    And what if, by some chance, Instructor Yu Xuan didn’t actually have feelings for him? What if she was simply trying to guide a promising disciple down the right path? Wouldn’t he just come across as incredibly self-absorbed?

    Distance myself from her? Reject her kindness? Make my intentions clear?

    Thinking back to his cousin’s heartbroken reaction, Yan Zhen knew that wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

    Besides, he and Instructor Yu Xuan still had scenes together at the Sacred Land Academy. If their relationship soured now, it would disrupt the plot.

    “Argh, this is so frustrating! System, any helpful advice?”

    [Ding! Helpful System Tip: As long as the Host doesn’t initiate and doesn’t refuse, you are not obligated to take responsibility.]

    Yan Zhen’s expression instantly turned flat. In a monotone, he replied, “You know, in some cultures, that kind of advice would get you drowned in a pig cage.”

    It seemed seeking relationship advice from a system with the emotional intelligence of a brick was futile.

    “Let’s just focus on finishing the academy arc for now. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

    His biggest fear was succumbing to Instructor Yu Xuan’s charm, falling into her arms and deviating from his protagonist persona.

    He had to stay strong!

    He needed an iron will!

    System, show me “How the Steel Was Tempered!”

    [Acknowledged.]

    The system interface promptly displayed the process of steel forging. Clang, clang, clang! A hammer pounded against a red-hot piece of iron, powerful and awe-inspiring.

    “…”

    Physical steel forging wasn’t quite what he had in mind. He wasn’t planning on embarking on a technological farming route.

    Yan Zhen decided to seek out his Beautiful Sect Master for their next scripted interaction.

    Just as he was about to activate his Star Shifting Fire Seal, he remembered. During his bath, Instructor Yu Xuan had showered his neck, shoulders, and ears with kisses, likely leaving behind plenty of evidence.

    He checked his reflection in the mirror. As expected, several telltale marks were clearly visible.

    If his Beautiful Sect Master saw those, he would be in deep trouble.

    Yan Zhen channeled his Mystic Power, massaging the skin around his neck to erase the evidence before entering the Crystal Stone Space.

    This feels strangely like cheating on your girlfriend.

    Stepping into the Fire Refining Starry Sky, Yan Zhen was once again struck by the sight of the towering pillars surrounding the plaza and the blazing stars beyond. It was a breathtaking spectacle.

    Of course, nothing captivated him more than the sight of his Beautiful Sect Master at the center of the altar.

    Silver hair, ample bosom, bare feet, mature beauty.

    His Beautiful Sect Master was the best in the world!

    “Master.”

    Yan Zhen greeted her with utmost respect.

    Although their relationship had grown intimate, she was still his master, and he would not neglect proper decorum.

    Chen Xi opened her eyes, her gaze settling on him. “Zhen’er, is your arm feeling better?”

    “Thanks to the miraculous medicine you gave me yesterday, Master, it’s almost fully healed. It’s just still a little weak.”

    The memory of the milky taste in his mouth that morning resurfaced, stirring a strange feeling within him.

    Chen Xi felt her own cheeks warming. The experience had been a first for her, akin to a maternal instinct, yet different from the pleasure she felt during their dual cultivation sessions. It was a happiness that enveloped her entirely, a desire to lose herself in that moment, as if her mind and body had been enthralled by his gentle suckling.

    “Ahem, in that case, we’ll continue your alchemy lessons once your arm has fully recovered. For today, I’ll teach you a mental Mystic Technique that doesn’t require the use of your hands.”

    Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up. “A mental Mystic Technique?”

    “That’s right. Like Mystic Power, Spiritual Power also has cultivation techniques and skills. The ‘Ancestral Talisman Scripture’ is a cultivation technique. While it does possess offensive capabilities, it’s not something you can grasp at your current level. We need to start with the basics.”

    “I understand. Please, Master, teach me.”

    Chen Xi nodded slightly and began her lesson. “Although you possess Spiritual Power now, Zhen’er, you are only using it to control your Mystic Power and muscles. You haven’t tapped into its greatest potential—its sensory abilities. What I’m going to teach you is the technique for expanding your Spiritual Power and integrating your perception with it.”

    [Ding! Key plot point commencing.]

    Before the system could finish its announcement, Yan Zhen swatted the notification away from his face and focused intently on his Beautiful Sect Master’s instructions.

    “Your Spiritual Power was born from the foundation of the Fire Talisman. Imagine it as a spark, spreading with the wind, gradually transforming into a boundless inferno, engulfing everything in its path. In this way, your Spiritual Power can naturally extend outwards.”

    Yan Zhen nodded thoughtfully.

    “For your first attempt at extending your Spiritual Power, you’ll need to maintain a calm mind for one to two hours. The range will be limited at first. Encompassing a ten-meter radius around your body is considered a pass. However, your soul is naturally powerful, Zhen’er. I estimate you should be able to reach at least thirty meters.”

    Following his master’s guidance, Yan Zhen attempted to extend his Spiritual Power, integrating his perception with it.

    He quickly succeeded, but the range was limited, barely reaching a meter around him.

    His Beautiful Sect Master had estimated he could reach over thirty meters, and the script mentioned forty-nine meters.

    He continued to extend his Spiritual Power outwards, forming an invisible barrier. One meter, two meters… ten meters… twenty meters… forty meters… forty-nine meters!

    There! Just as he was about to withdraw, he realized his Spiritual Power still had room to grow.

    Fifty meters… sixty meters… ninety meters… His Spiritual Power finally came to a halt, encompassing a radius of one hundred meters!

    Within his perception, the surrounding hundred meters pulsed with incredibly pure Heavenly and Earthly Mystic Power, each strand shimmering with a rainbow of colors.

    His Beautiful Sect Master appeared as a silhouette of pure, white light, a five-colored flame flickering within her lower abdomen.

    Unaware of her disciple’s astonishment, Chen Xi’s eyes widened. Despite her Half-Saint cultivation and mastery over her emotions, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of disbelief.

    Impossible! In his previous life, Zhen’er’s initial range was only forty-nine meters, a far cry from her own eighty-one meters at his age. She had even teased him about it back then. How could it have doubled?

    According to her knowledge, the most powerful Mystic Refiner in history, a being naturally gifted with exceptional Spiritual Power, had only managed to achieve a range of one hundred and one meters on their first attempt. Could Yan Zhen truly rival such a legend?

    Yan Zhen opened his eyes, excitement bubbling over. “Master, I did it! I… Master, what’s wrong?”

    He immediately noticed the stunned expression on his Beautiful Sect Master’s face.

    Chen Xi quickly composed herself, schooling her features into a serious mask. “Zhen’er, your initial Spiritual Power range has reached an astonishing one hundred meters. This is practically unheard of, possibly even the second highest in recorded history. Until you are strong enough to protect yourself, you must never speak of this to anyone, lest you attract unwanted attention. Do you understand?”

    “Yes, Master.”

    “Master is not trying to frighten you. There is a faction in the Mystic Heavenly Continent known as the ‘Demon Realm.’ They are sworn enemies of the Azure Lotus(Jia Lan) Sacred Land. If they were to discover your existence, Zhen’er, they would stop at nothing to either capture you or eliminate you.”

    “I understand, Master. I will heed your warning.”

    Yan Zhen was well aware of the Demon Realm. It was a massive, terrifying organization with a presence in all seven continents. Its members were all evil cultivators, devoid of morals and known for their brutal acts. They thought nothing of slaughtering entire cities and villages to fuel their cultivation. Due to their wicked cultivation techniques, many of them had been twisted into grotesque mockeries of human beings.

    The master of the Demon Realm was a truly vile and powerful entity, as cunning as he was ruthless.

    In the final battle of his previous life, Yan Zhen had shattered the Demon Realm Master’s physical body and destroyed his soul, leaving only a sliver of his essence to escape the Mystic Heavenly Continent and flee to the realms beyond.

    The story ended there, so it was unclear whether Yan Zhen had remained in the Mystic Heavenly Continent to enjoy his well-deserved glory or if he had pursued the Demon Realm Master to conquer new territories in the vast unknown.

    He was getting ahead of himself.

    In the script, his master hadn’t revealed this information at this point in the story. His Spiritual Power was supposed to stop at nineteen meters.

    “There, there. You’ve just pushed your Spiritual Power to its limit. It’s natural to feel a bit dizzy. Would you like Master to massage your head for you?”

    Now that she mentioned it, Yan Zhen did feel a slight dizziness, but it wasn’t severe. He could recover with a bit of rest.

    However… Gazing at his Beautiful Sect Master’s breathtaking beauty and alluring smile, he couldn’t resist the temptation of her gentle touch. With a blush warming his cheeks, he nodded.

    “Yes, please, Master.”

    Chen Xi chuckled softly. She shifted from her meditative position to a kneeling posture, patting her thighs invitingly.

    “Come here then.”

    Yan Zhen shuffled over to his Beautiful Sect Master and leaned back, resting his head upon her lap.

    Her thighs were soft and yielding, their warmth spreading through him. He instinctively nuzzled closer, closing his eyes as he surrendered to her touch.

    Emerging from the Crystal Stone Space, Yan Zhen was still in high spirits. The system interface, however, had other plans. It materialized abruptly, practically slapping him in the face.

    [Ding! Friendly System Reminder: Mission incomplete. Please do not slack off, Host.]

    Yan Zhen glanced at the notification. Besides extending his Spiritual Power beyond ten meters, his current objective also included “Preventing Xiao Shi from drugging and assaulting Xiao Xinyan.”

    Right, right.

    He dismissed the system interface. The thought of being drenched by Xiao Xinyan’s bathwater didn’t exactly thrill him.

    He checked his clothes. Fortunately, he wasn’t wearing his favorite outfit.

    Closing his eyes, he extended his Spiritual Perception. The world around him became transparent, every object within range taking shape as a distinct outline within his mind.

    With his current Soul Realm cultivation, he could only perceive outlines, not specific details.

    He focused his Spiritual Perception towards the backstreets, quickly locating a shadowy figure lurking beneath a window, eavesdropping on the sounds from within.

    Inside, Xiao Xinyan was taking a bath. Having already succumbed to the effects of the concentrated Dream Drop Dew, she was sprawled in a tub filled with flower petals, her breathing ragged and punctuated by soft moans. Both her hands were submerged in the water, indicating she had already begun pleasuring herself.

    Why they couldn’t have waited until after class to act out their little scenario, he had no idea. Now, he had to play the role of the unwelcome savior.

    Yan Zhen slipped out of his room, leaping onto the roof and using the rooftops to reach the Xiao family’s residence in the backstreets. He dropped down just as Xiao Shi was impatiently trying to pry open the window, intent on entering his cousin’s room and having his way with her.

    “Hey!”

    Yan Zhen delivered a swift kick to Xiao Shi’s backside, sending him sprawling. “What do you think you’re doing?”

    Xiao Shi whirled around, his face contorted with rage, only to freeze when he saw who had interrupted him.

    “Yan Zhen? What… what are you doing here?!”

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead vol2 c71

    Chapter 71: Instructor Yu Xuan’s Care

    Yan Zhen had never tasted such a delicious medicinal liquid. He couldn’t help but take a few extra sips.

    The potent medicinal power rapidly healed his injuries. Coupled with his Beautiful Sect Master’s soft, delicate hands gently massaging his stomach, his entire being relaxed. The day’s fatigue transformed into overwhelming drowsiness, and he drifted off to sleep.

    His steady breaths brushed against Chen Xi’s chest, causing her cheeks to flush.

    Gazing down at Yan Zhen’s sleeping face, Chen Xi gently withdrew her hand from his head and slowly straightened her back.

    A palm-sized Mystic Refining formation flashed across her chest, halting the tingling sensation.

    She examined Yan Zhen’s right arm. Full recovery would take some time. She carefully re-bandaged his arm, ensuring his meridians healed correctly.

    With the treatment complete, Chen Xi’s thoughts shifted. Her doctor attire dissolved into specks of Mystic Power, dispersing like fireflies. Her pristine, flawless body materialized atop the altar, soon draped once more in her flowing black robes, concealing her beauty.

    The infirmary setting vanished like an illusion, reverting to the familiar altar chamber.

    Chen Xi lingered for a moment, her gaze lingering on Yan Zhen’s sleeping face. She bent down and planted a light kiss on his forehead before returning him to his bed in the outer room.

    As much as she wanted to keep him by her side, she knew that with him injured, the other girls would undoubtedly visit. It wouldn’t do for them to discover his absence and cause a stir.

    Besides, she had accomplished what she set out to do, and her beloved disciple’s reaction had left her feeling deeply satisfied.

    Yan Zhen dreamt he was scaling a snow-capped mountain. The path was covered in knee-deep snow, soft and slippery, making his ascent arduous.

    He persevered, finally reaching the summit. There, amidst the icy expanse, a lone cherry blossom tree bloomed in vibrant defiance. As the wind swept through its branches, countless petals danced in the air, a breathtaking spectacle.

    He climbed the cherry blossom tree, reaching its very top. There, nestled amongst the blossoms, lay a tiny ruby, no bigger than his fingertip, from which flowed a milky-white, ethereal spring.

    Parched and weary from his climb, Yan Zhen leaned towards the spring. Opening his mouth wide, he covered the spring’s opening and drank deeply.

    The liquid was warm, fragrant, and slightly sweet, reminiscent of something he had recently consumed.

    The ethereal spring instantly rejuvenated him, banishing his exhaustion and invigorating him.

    He woke with a start.

    Blinking, he took in the familiar bedframe and gauzy curtains, his senses slowly returning.

    The pain in his right arm was gone, replaced by a slight stiffness.

    His Beautiful Sect Master’s healing medicine was truly remarkable! His arm had recovered faster than described in the script. He wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing.

    Of course, he didn’t enjoy being in pain for days on end, but every time events deviated from the script, a sense of unease settled upon him.

    He was overthinking things.

    Yan Zhen stifled a yawn. As he did, a faint hint of sweet milk lingered in his breath.

    A hazy memory surfaced, causing him to furrow his brow. He concentrated, trying to recall last night’s events.

    That sensation… could it be that the medicine he took last night was… No, impossible!

    Creak.

    The door opened, and Instructor Yu Xuan entered. She swept aside the beaded curtain and beamed when she saw Yan Zhen sitting up in bed. She hurried over to his side.

    “You’re awake, Yan Zhen. How are you feeling?”

    Yan Zhen smiled faintly and made a fist with his right hand. “It’s almost fully healed, just a little weak still. I should be fine after another day of rest… What about class? Has it already started?”

    “Yes, the other three have already gone to the academy. It’s my turn to stay and look after you.” Instructor Yu Xuan’s voice was gentle. “Don’t worry about the academy. Since you’re going to skip ahead to the Advanced Class, missing a few Intermediate Class lessons won’t matter.”

    “Thank you, Instructor.”

    “Don’t mention it. I’m your instructor. It’s my responsibility… You must be hungry! I’ve saved you some breakfast. I’ll go heat it up and bring it over.”

    As Instructor Yu Xuan turned to leave, Yan Zhen stopped her. “Wait, Instructor Yu Xuan, I’d like to take a bath first. I didn’t get a chance yesterday. Sleeping in my clothes has left me feeling sticky and uncomfortable.”

    “Ah, of course. Then, then I’ll help you wash up.” Instructor Yu Xuan blurted out, her cheeks flushing crimson as soon as the words left her mouth. She quickly added, “Your right hand is still bandaged, after all. It wouldn’t be convenient for you to move around too much.”

    What? Yan Zhen hadn’t intended for her to help him at all. While his right hand wasn’t very mobile, he still had his left. Taking a bath wasn’t that difficult.

    He had simply meant that she didn’t need to bring him breakfast; he would eat after he finished bathing.

    It seemed his words had been misconstrued by the ever-so-kind Instructor Yu Xuan. He had to clear this up immediately. If he let her help him bathe, there was no guarantee he could keep his composure.

    Yan Zhen swiftly raised his left hand. “Instructor, I can manage on my own. I still have my left hand. Taking a bath won’t be a problem.”

    “Don’t be silly. How can you wash properly with only one hand? Let me help you.” Instructor Yu Xuan said shyly. “Besides, I worked up a sweat making breakfast. I wouldn’t mind a soak myself… Come on.”

    With that, she took Yan Zhen’s hand and led him towards the bathroom.

    Yan Zhen was at a loss for words, following meekly behind her.

    He could have refused her help by forcefully pulling his hand away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instructor Yu Xuan’s kindness towards him was undeniable. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings or reject her good intentions.

    They entered the changing room, the air thick with the scent of soap, creating an unexpectedly intimate atmosphere.

    Instructor Yu Xuan’s voice was hushed. “Don’t move. I’ll help you undress.”

    Yan Zhen’s face turned beet red. He mumbled an agreement, his body stiff as a board.

    He was dressed in his Mystic Academy summer uniform. He had already removed his outer robe earlier when his wounds were being treated, leaving him in his short-sleeved tunic and trousers.

    Standing before him, Instructor Yu Xuan unbuttoned the two buttons at his collar like a doting wife. Then, she instructed him to raise his arms so she could help him pull off his tunic. She squatted down, her hands gripping his waistband as she slowly pulled his trousers down to his calves, urging him to lift his legs so she could remove them entirely.

    Stripped of his outer garments, Yan Zhen stood in his boxers, which featured a pattern of adorable little elephants with long trunks.

    Instructor Yu Xuan bit her lip, her hand hovering as if to continue. Yan Zhen quickly intervened.

    “Instructor, I can handle this myself. Could you please turn around?”

    “Ah, yes, of course.”

    Instructor Yu Xuan turned away, moving towards a corner where cleaning supplies were stored. However, her gaze seemed magnetized, repeatedly drawn back to Yan Zhen.

    After quickly finishing undressing, Yan Zhen grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. “I’ll go in first,” he muttered before hurrying through the bathroom door.

    Watching his flustered retreat, Instructor Yu Xuan chuckled softly, her eyes brimming with tenderness.

    With a moment’s hesitation, she began to shed her own layers – her instructor’s robes, inner garments, and under-robe, one by one. Then, she picked up a large towel and wrapped it around her voluptuous figure before stepping barefoot into the bathroom.

    Yan Zhen was already beneath the running shower, enjoying the warmth of the water cascading over him.

    He pushed his wet hair back from his forehead, revealing his smooth features. This more mature hairstyle, juxtaposed with his youthful, handsome face, created an endearing contrast that sent a pleasant shiver down Instructor Yu Xuan’s spine.

    “Yan Zhen.”

    She approached him and called his name. He turned, wiping the water from his face.

    Their eyes met, and both of their hearts skipped a beat.

    Yan Zhen averted his gaze.

    Although Instructor Yu Xuan’s towel was large, it only covered half of her body, from her chest to her hips, leaving the rest exposed before him.

    Her delicate neck, graceful shoulders, and the tantalizing curve of cleavage peeking above her towel, along with her long, slender legs and dainty feet, all painted a captivating picture that set his young heart racing.

    “Instructor Yu Xuan, I think I’ll wash myself after all. Look, it’s no problem.”

    He demonstrated by awkwardly trying to gather his wet hair with his left hand.

    “I already told you, I’ll help you. Now sit down.”

    Instructor Yu Xuan turned off the shower and gently but firmly pressed Yan Zhen down onto a small stool.

    Unable to refuse her, Yan Zhen obeyed. Internally, he began chanting the “Original Clear Heart Mantra,” desperately trying to prevent himself, or rather, his “unruly dragon,” from making a scene.

    Instructor Yu Xuan sensed his shyness and nervousness, which mirrored her own. This shared emotion sparked a flicker of joy within her heart, as if their hearts were connected.

    Kneeling behind him, she picked up a bar of soap and began to lather his back with careful, gentle strokes, covering his entire back and his free left hand with fragrant bubbles. Then, she placed the soap in his left hand, letting him wash his chest and legs.

    Once he was sufficiently lathered, Instructor Yu Xuan picked up a washcloth and began to scrub his back, her movements thorough and attentive.

    The water from the cloth mixed with the soap, creating more and more fragrant bubbles that threatened to engulf her hand.

    Though this was her first time bathing another person, she had diligently researched the proper technique beforehand. Her initial awkwardness gave way to practiced confidence as she became engrossed in her task.

    “How does it feel, Yan Zhen? Does it hurt?”

    Yan Zhen, lost in the bliss of being pampered, opened his eyes at her question. “No, it feels very comfortable. The pressure is just right.”

    “Good, I’m glad.”

    Pleased by his praise, Instructor Yu Xuan continued with even greater care.

    “If it hurts at all, just tell me, and I’ll be gentler.”

    “Okay.”

    “What is it? What’s wrong?” She slowed her movements, her voice laced with concern. “Do you think I’m being too meddlesome? Am I bothering you?”

    “Not at all.” Yan Zhen rubbed his cheek sheepishly. “It’s just that… you’re being too kind to me, Instructor. I… I don’t know how to repay you.”

    Instructor Yu Xuan paused, then chuckled softly. “Just focus on your cultivation and win first place a few more times. Helping me earn a bonus and bragging rights would be the best way to repay me.”

    “That’s not really repayment. Cultivation is my own responsibility. I would do it even without your guidance… As for the monthly assessments and the Nine Star Rank, I will strive for first place, of course.”

    “Good attitude. I’m very pleased. If only Xue’er and the others were as motivated as you.”

    “Well, everyone has different aspirations. Perhaps Senior Sister Xue’er has something even more important to her.”

    “They’re not that profound. Out of the three, Ruyu is the most diligent. Xue’er and Meng’er are both masters of procrastination. They only move when you’re about to crack the whip.”

    He wasn’t familiar enough with Mi Xue’er to comment, but Yan Meng’er certainly fit that description.

    Unwilling to gossip about the three girls in front of Instructor Yu Xuan, lest they retaliate later, Yan Zhen steered the conversation in another direction. “Instructor Yu Xuan, did you have a specific goal in mind when you came here to teach from the Sacred Land Academy?”

    “Yes, I need to successfully guide at least one student to graduation.”

    “Then, you’ll achieve your goal very soon.” Yan Zhen spoke with absolute confidence. “Because I’ll be graduating soon. When that happens, Instructor will have accomplished your teaching objective.”

    “If anyone else said such a thing, I wouldn’t believe them, but coming from you, Yan Zhen, I’m actually looking forward to it.”

    After all, Yan Zhen was on track to be the fastest graduating student in the history of Silver Moon City Mystic Academy, poised to complete his studies in a mere six months.

    Instructor Yu Xuan smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear with a foam-covered hand before resuming washing his back.

    Having finished with his back, Instructor Yu Xuan leaned forward slightly, her washcloth reaching under his arm to cleanse his chest.

    Yan Zhen’s body tensed. She was so close that he could feel the gentle weight of her ample bosom pressing against his back. The thin towel did little to disguise her incredible softness.

    Seemingly oblivious to his reaction, she continued to move the washcloth across his chest with one hand while the other rested on his shoulder for support. With each movement, the pressure against his back intensified, then eased, sending shivers down his spine.

    Yan Zhen swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. The “dragon” beneath his towel, previously subdued, began to stir.

    Calm down, man! What are you thinking? he chastised himself. Instructor Yu Xuan is being kind enough to help you bathe because of your injury. How can you disrespect her with such impure thoughts? Remember who you are!

    Yan Zhen berated himself, forcing his blood flow away from certain areas. He slowly regained his composure.

    Whew… As expected of me! After experiencing the baptism of the world’s peak multiple times, I still possess some self-control.

    Just then, Instructor Yu Xuan’s hand slipped, and the washcloth tumbled to the floor with a soft plop.

    “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. My hand is a little slippery…”

    “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

    “Your hand… let me get it.”

    As she spoke, Instructor Yu Xuan reached down to retrieve the fallen washcloth.

    *No! *

    Yan Zhen’s eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath. His hard-won composure shattered.

    “Instructor, you… you’re mistaken. The washcloth is on the floor.” His voice trembled slightly.

    Instructor Yu Xuan didn’t respond. Instead, her hand, now clutching something decidedly not the washcloth, continued to move across his chest, her motions slow and deliberate.

    “Ins- Instructor?”

    “Holding back isn’t good for you. Releasing it will make you feel better.” Her voice was calm and even, but her face, hidden against his back, burned with a furious blush. “Let me help you.”

    “!!!”

    Yan Zhen emerged from the bathroom with shaky legs. Faint, pink marks, like blooming strawberries, adorned his neck and shoulders.

    Instructor Yu Xuan, her face flushed with satisfaction, served him his reheated breakfast, having thoughtfully prepared two extra dishes.

    After he finished eating, Instructor Yu Xuan ordered him back to bed to rest while she left for the academy.

  • Mistaken Era 58

    Chapter 58

    Before seeing this man, Ling Zhishan had never known that masculine vigor could coexist with feminine grace.

    Especially those amethyst-flecked eyes, exuding aloof nonchalance yet containing a profound allure that could ensnare one’s soul. Gazing into them for too long would cause one to forget to breathe until a tightness formed in the chest…

    Cui Xiaoxiao had expected Ling Zhishan to berate them for concealing their identities and deceiving her.

    However, who would have thought that this future cold and bewitching Palace Master of the Twin Manifestation Palace two hundred years later would simply stare dazedly at Wei Jie?

    That entranced look was no different from the smitten admirers surrounding Lady Siluan’s carriage – the very picture of infatuation!

    Xiaoxiao could not help but wonder – had Ling Zhishan reacted the same way upon encountering her father’s killer, Wei Jie, in her previous life?

    No, at that time, Wei Jie had already become demonized, his body covered in snake scales. Even if not fully transformed, it must have affected his appearance, making it impossible for him to appear as handsomely alluring as now, which should not have swayed Ling Zhishan from fully despising him.

    In fact, even when he was fully covered in scales after becoming the demonic dao’s paramount figure, many women still flocked to him like moths to a flame. It seemed this Wei Jie had a way with women no matter which life he lived!

    Thinking of his glib tongue, Xiaoxiao felt displeased. She did not know how many women he had practiced his wiles on to become so skillfully persuasive…

    However, Ling Zhishan’s current lack of restraint was truly too lacking. With her infatuated gaze fixed on Wei Jie, how would she react upon meeting her true beloved, Qin Lingxiao, in the future?

    As Xiaoxiao’s thoughts wandered aimlessly, Wei Jie gradually furrowed his sword-like brows.

    He had always disliked others staring intently at his face, even if the person was a beautiful woman.

    Especially this Ling Zhishan, who had come with the intention of apprehending them based solely on official notices, completely forgetting the gratitude owed to Wei Jie for exposing Wei Di and saving most of the Four Great Sects’ disciples.

    Seeing her like this, no matter how beautiful, she was simply an ungrateful commoner!

    Ling Zhishan’s infatuated gaze remained glued to Wei Jie, which only made him increasingly uncomfortable.

    Seeing that she showed no signs of averting her eyes, he casually picked up a clod of dirt, gauged its weight, and without ceremony, flung it squarely at Ling Zhishan’s forehead. The impact caused her head to jerk back as she let out a pained “Ow!”

    Caught off guard, Ling Zhishan was blinded by the scattered dirt and sand. Unable to move, she could only blink furiously, her eyes watering as she angrily shouted, “Hey, what are you doing?!”

    Xiaoxiao had also snapped out of her daze. She never expected Wei Jie to treat Ling Zhishan so rudely.

    Wei Jie’s temperament was quite peculiar. Initially, when they had first met, his attitude towards her had not been very friendly either. However, he had always maintained a refined demeanor, treating her with relative courtesy, giving Xiaoxiao the impression that he was skilled in the art of romance and accustomed to gentle affection.

    But upon careful reflection, Xiaoxiao had never actually witnessed him employing such amorous charms with other women.

    Take Yu Ling’er, for instance – he always ended up reducing her to frustrated tears. And now, faced with the beautiful Ling Zhishan, he could still act so brazen, like an unruly child!

    As his master, Xiaoxiao could not simply turn a blind eye to her disciple’s discourtesy.

    Seeing Ling Zhishan’s pained cries, Xiaoxiao undid the binding talisman and guided her to the stream to rinse her eyes.

    As she helped Ling Zhishan wash up, Xiaoxiao said, “The Talisman Sect bears no grudge against the Four Great Sects. In fact, we have aided you in the past. As for the recent bloody incidents in the villages, the perpetrators were others. We have hurried back to rescue the villagers, so please do not be misled by evildoers and impede this urgent matter, Lady Ling!”

    Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Jie unsealed the accupoints of the other Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples.

    Regaining their freedom, the disciples felt somewhat at a loss facing these legendary “demonic duo,” unsure of how to proceed.

    Although still young, Ling Zhishan was no fool. Having never encountered this master and disciple before, she had simply followed the crowd’s perception.

    But now, seeing the so-called villainous fiends of the Talisman Sect as a youthful, handsome man and beautiful woman, she could not help reassessing her views.

    Although that Wei Jie had an unpleasant character, marring his good looks, the warm, friendly smile on Cui Xiaoxiao’s face did not seem befitting of a cold-blooded killer!

    At this point, one of the Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples cautioned Ling Zhishan from behind, “Little Martial Sister, do not readily believe her words. You know how deceitful the human heart can be. Since everyone says these murders were committed by this master and disciple, there must be a reason behind it.”

    Cui Xiaoxiao, seeing there were quite a few busybodies from Wonderful Immortal Mountain, let out a sigh before turning to Wei Jie, “How can we prove to them that we’re not lying?”

    Wei Jie stretched lazily and said nonchalantly, “That’s simple enough.”

    Before the words had even left his mouth, he swiftly struck out, knocking down each of the Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples one by one.

    As the staves and cudgels clattered to the ground, Wei Jie wore a faint smile, his arms folded as he said, “Lying is only worthwhile when deceiving formidable experts. You lot are empty-headed, blindly following rumors, and as weak as fluffy chicks easily crushed. What’s the point in lying to you?”

    The faces of those fallen “fluffy chicks” from Wonderful Immortal Mountain flushed red-hot with embarrassment, like steamed chickens, as furious as they were immobilized. They could only glare, having witnessed firsthand that the two legendary “demonic duo” could effortlessly kill without needing to deceive.

    For them to continue posturing as if facing grave adversaries would be utterly ridiculous.

    Ling Zhishan was deeply humiliated by Wei Jie’s actions. The entranced admiration in her eyes had vanished, replaced by resentful defiance as she bit her lip and glared at this arrogant, unruly man.

    Born beautiful, she had always been the adored center of attention in her sect. Never had she encountered someone like Wei Jie who treated her so brazenly without any courtesy.

    Forcefully suppressing the sudden urge to cry, she struggled to say, “So you claim innocence? The bloody incident in the neighboring village has only just occurred. Some demon must have cruelly slaughtered the innocent. Although we may not be as skilled as you, we uphold the spirit of aiding the weak against the strong. We will not return until we have thoroughly investigated and uncovered the truth!”

    Wei Jie had always harbored a sharp tongue towards women other than Cui Xiaoxiao, especially so for this Ling Zhishan, who did not hold his favor.

    Hearing her words, he released the other Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples’ accupoints before mockingly addressing Ling Zhishan’s weakness, “I hear the new Mountain Master of Wonderful Immortal Mountain is the late master’s martial brother, with whom he had long been estranged. Could it be that you led your people away because you could no longer remain at the sect?”

    With this, Wei Jie had truly struck Ling Zhishan’s most vulnerable spot. For what he said was true – having suddenly lost her father, she had become homeless…

    Tears immediately welled up in the young lady’s eyes at this raw reminder. However, her manner of crying differed from that of the teary fox princess Yu Ling’er.

    When reduced to tears by anger, Yu Ling’er would simply wail unrestrained, unconcerned with appearing unbecoming.

    But Ling Zhishan, though tearful, did not utter a sound. Her expression remained impassive, her gaze as chilly and imperious as a frost-laden snow lotus, her crystal tears tracing her flawless cheeks – a vision that could stir even the most hardened heart to pity.

    Unfortunately, Wei Jie had always despised weeping women. Although Ling Zhishan’s tears resembled a painting, his attention had already drifted elsewhere, towards the quiet village below the mountain.

    Seeing Ling Zhishan reduced to such a state by Wei Jie, Xiaoxiao inwardly chided him: “You’re courting karmic retribution!”

    One must remember that although this Lady Ling seemed as pitiful as a stray now, in two hundred years she would become the founding Palace Master of her own sect.

    As the saying goes, “Do not bully the young and impoverished,” so why needlessly make enemies everywhere?

    Observing her disciple once again carelessly flinging stones into the cesspit and splattering others, Xiaoxiao swiftly intervened to douse the flames, “Enough nonsense! Lady Ling is clearly a righteous and chivalrous person. The village below is about to face utter catastrophe, and she is simply motivated by a heart that cares for the people – the very essence of xian xia!”

    The principle of resolving grievances rather than creating new ones was well-known. Xiaoxiao understood that in the original trajectory, it was precisely his mistreatment of such loyal disciples that had led Wei Jie down the path of destruction.

    While Xiaoxiao did not particularly favor Ling Zhishan either, since Wei Jie currently had no blood feud with her, there was no need to sow further resentment between them.

    By speaking thus, she had provided Ling Zhishan a path to step down gracefully.

    However, after being given this path, the snow lotus Ling Zhishan, tears still staining her cheeks, chose to follow them instead.

    “Since you have spoken thus, Sect Master Cui, how could I not lend you my aid? Moreover, whether you are the culprit has yet to be proven. By accompanying you, I can also bear witness to your innocence.”

    Xiaoxiao let out an “ah” as she turned to see Wei Jie silently smirking beside her, as if mocking her tenderhearted naivety for once again attracting an unwanted burden!

    Nevertheless, Xiaoxiao did not mind the company. Since Ling Zhishan was clearly not affiliated with the Prince Can, and likely had no ties to Qin Lingxiao’s Soaring Cloud Pavilion at this point, she could allow her to tag along. After all, the Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples had also come to apprehend the perpetrators behind the village slaughter.

    As they approached the village entrance, the village remained eerily quiet.

    They chose a vantage point on a higher slope overlooking the entire village. If any intruders appeared, no matter which direction, they would be able to respond immediately.

    Seizing this opportunity, Xiaoxiao asked Ling Zhishan, “How did you know we were here?”

    Ling Zhishan explained, “Soaring Cloud Pavilion has circulated messages to the Four Great Sects and the orthodox path, claiming you were hiding here committing evil deeds… They also said… you seem to have cultivated techniques to drain the vigor of robust male disciples…”

    Halfway through, Ling Zhishan’s face reddened, realizing she had spoken improprieties. She could not help but quickly glance towards the male disciple Wei Jie beside her…

    The other Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples all wore expressions of disdain, yet tinged with curiosity as they appraised Cui Xiaoxiao.

    This demoness did not seem particularly demonic, with a rather pure and beautiful appearance. Although different from their martial sister Ling Zhishan’s glamorous looks, Cui Xiaoxiao’s gentle, charming beauty could indeed captivate men’s affections.

    But one should not judge solely by appearances! Who could have imagined this sweet, lovely maiden reminiscent of spring wildflowers would actually practice such draining arts?

    Yet amidst their contempt, they could not help but ponder: to be drained by such a beautiful woman, if not excessively harmful to one’s health, might not be entirely unacceptable…

    Xiaoxiao never expected the upright Pavilion Master of Soaring Cloud Pavilion to engage in such vile slander! Not only was he framing her for murder, but he was also defaming her as a lust demoness!

    Thus, when Ling Zhishan hesitated, Xiaoxiao could only laugh out of sheer anger while giving her a sidelong glance, “The Talisman Sect is an orthodox sect! We only focus on cultivating talisman condensation skills. When have we ever walked the path of the Harmonious Union Sect? As for the relationship between my disciple and I, it has always been proper! Wei Jie! Tell them, have I ever drained you?”

    Seeing Cui Xiaoxiao so vehemently denying the accusations, Ling Zhishan felt a hint of relief: it seemed the relationship between this youthful master and her disciple Wei Jie was indeed pure and innocuous!

    As for why she felt relieved, even Ling Zhishan could not fathom the reason herself.

    However, when Wei Jie was prompted by his master to testify, he did not immediately respond. Instead, he caressed his own neck and face as if recalling, before saying, “I don’t believe there has been any… deep draining…”

    The areas he had touched happened to be where Cui Xiaoxiao had nuzzled her face against him. In fact, when she had been carried on his back earlier, she had even stolen a few nibbles in her unbridled state…

    This assessment of “no deep draining” was truly an honest yet smooth evasion worthy of an experienced rake.

    Ling Zhishan could not help feeling that his words sounded rather dubious as she suspiciously eyed Cui Xiaoxiao.

    This was undoubtedly a test of one’s ability to maintain a poker face and exercise guile.

    Had Xiaoxiao wasted all those years mingling on the streets? Donning a benevolent matriarchal demeanor, she smilingly chided Wei Jie through gritted teeth, “Jie’er, you’re being naughty again. Don’t act so mischievously in front of others and cause misunderstandings!”

    Her face was turned towards Wei Jie, yet only he could see his benevolent master’s beguiling eyes opened wide, brimming with the divine force of retribution as if to say: if he dared misspeak again, she would unleash thunderous fury upon him!

    Wei Jie could not help but laugh, no longer teasing his master, “Master, do not be angry. When I next encounter Soaring Cloud’s disciples, I will surely inquire as to whose foul mouth spread such slanderous rumors!”

    It was rare for him to genuinely laugh, his adorable fangs peeking out and momentarily dispelling his devilish aura, making him appear as innocent as a youth…

    Once more, Ling Zhishan found herself mesmerized, feeling as if a spring breeze had caressed her heart… If she could interact daily with such a man, even without ascending to immortality, the mortal realm would become a place worth lingering in…

    Xiaoxiao knew the truth about Qin He’s background and could not be bothered to dwell on such baseless rumors with Ling Zhishan. Instead, she turned her gaze back towards the village below.

    The eerie silence pervading the village made her uneasy. Could it be that Wan Lianshi’s men had not arrived?

    Squinting her eyes, Xiaoxiao scrutinized the village when she noticed a hunched night watchman shakily approach the entrance and hang up a lantern.

    Their village, nestled in the mountains, was now in the season when mountain fungi flourished.

    Whenever dawn had not yet broken, villagers would go into the mountains to forage for mushrooms, typically gathering at the entrance beforehand. Hence, the night watchman would hang a lantern at this hour.

    Initially, everything seemed ordinary. However, Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes, fixating on the two lanterns the night watchman had just hung up – something seemed off about them.

    After the incident with the snake-eye lantern in the Prince Can’s study, Xiaoxiao had become exceptionally attentive to such details.

    She recalled the two lanterns hanging at the village entrance had always been old paper lanterns with soybean oil. Moreover, whenever villagers went mushroom foraging, the night watchman would extinguish the candles to conserve resources – a frugal way of life.

    But now, these new lanterns were larger than before, their surfaces emitting a reddish glow as they burned with four thick, fist-sized candles – an extravagance unbefitting an impoverished village.

    Strangely, after lighting the lanterns, the villagers who usually gathered at the entrance had not appeared. Instead, the night watchman stood between the two lanterns, retrieving a handful of scraps from a cloth bag that he proceeded to scatter into the wind!

    In that instant when the watchman flung out the scraps, Cui Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie simultaneously leapt up, their movements in perfect sync as they charged like arrows towards the watchman.

    The Ghost Sect excelled at deploying demonic formations. Although Wan Lianshi might not match them in close combat, they could hardly withstand his treacherous ploys like setting up illusion formations to harm others.

    Just like the previous illusion formation they had encountered, if not for Xiaoxiao’s keen perceptiveness in discovering the weakness, they might have been trapped inside until death.

    Wei Jie’s movements were even swifter. Before he arrived, he had already unleashed his qi shield, slamming it squarely into the night watchman’s back.

    But upon impact, the qi shield merely struck a pile of tattered clothing that crumpled to the ground as if filled with nothing but air, devoid of any person within.

    As Xiaoxiao approached for a closer look, she discovered a human skin talisman affixed to the back of the clothing – clearly a false avatar being remotely controlled by Wan Lianshi to set up the demonic formation.

    She immediately looked up at the lanterns. Accompanied by the sizzling of the oil, a familiar rancid, greasy stench reminiscent of their experience in the illusory city wafted from the lanterns.

    Xiaoxiao swiftly drew two silver talismans and flung them towards the lanterns.

    Before the talismans could make contact, a web of crackling lightning suddenly flashed around the lanterns, forming a barrier that repelled the silver talismans.

    The silver Xiaoxiao used was mined from the underworld, inherently capable of exorcising evil and revealing demonic presences. Moreover, the expulsion talisman she had employed would force any demonic beings it touched to reveal their true forms.

    Although the talismans failed to strike the lanterns directly, they had still compelled the lanterns to unveil their true nature.

    Ling Zhishan looked up and gasped involuntarily.

    These were no mere paper lanterns, but two skeletal cauldrons hovering in midair, composed of countless interlocked bones.

    At this moment, the cauldrons blazed with corpse oil, radiating scorching heat.

    The village cloaked beneath this ghastly crimson glow suddenly became visible, accompanied by the agonized screams that had previously been sealed within the barrier.

    Xiaoxiao knew the demonic formation had just been initiated, so the villagers still had a chance of being saved. Exchanging a glance with Wei Jie, he handed the “Defying the Heavens” sword back to her.

    Xiaoxiao silently chanted an exorcism mantra before slashing fiercely towards the two skeletal cauldrons serving as the formation’s focal points.

    This time, her sword beam managed to pierce through the outer barrier.

    Unable to withstand the sword’s force, the cauldrons cracked open, spurting gushing streams of fresh blood from the fissures that caused Ling Zhishan and the Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples to stumble back in alarm.

    Seizing the opportunity, Xiaoxiao flung her expulsion talismans once more. As the silver light engulfed the cauldrons, they exploded in a brilliant shower of sparks suspended in midair.

    At that moment, the village that had been cloaked in an ominous crimson haze was finally exposed under the first rays of dawn’s light.

    As they rushed into the village, they found the entrance littered with paper figures that must have been the scraps scattered by the “night watchman” earlier.

    Xiaoxiao picked up a couple and examined them – incredibly, they were unmistakable silhouettes of her and Wei Jie, remarkably lifelike in their depiction.

    If her guess was correct, the recent serial murders in the surrounding villages had likely employed the same method. Paper avatars controlled by Wan Lianshi, impersonating her and Wei Jie, had indiscriminately slaughtered, thus leading eyewitnesses to vividly describe their appearances.

    At that moment, a few blood-drenched villagers crawled out from their houses, attempting to call for help. However, upon seeing Cui Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie’s faces, they reacted as if seeing ghosts, letting out terrified shrieks before frantically retreating back inside on all fours.

    Xiaoxiao knew they had lost too much blood to withstand further shock, so she did not approach them. Instead, she retrieved a few silver talismans and a small furnace from her pocket.

    This furnace had been passed down from her master. She ignited one of the silver talismans within, the bean-sized flame instantly melting the talisman into liquid silver. She then poured the molten silver into the village well for Ling Zhishan and the Wonderful Immortal Mountain disciples to administer to the severely wounded villagers.

    If Xiaoxiao’s guess was correct, Wan Lianshi had employed the Scorching Sun Formation. Those two corpse oil cauldrons had served as the formation’s focal points, causing anyone trapped inside to hemorrhage uncontrollably through their pores, like profuse sweating, until completely drained of blood.

    This explained why the previously drained victims had no visible wounds – their blood had been forcibly expelled through their very pores!

    The villagers’ lost blood had been collected within those cauldrons for Wan Lianshi’s use. Previously, his frameups had been relatively minor offenses.

    But this time, certain that Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie were taking refuge here, he had gone so far as to plan a village massacre in order to solidify the criminal charges against them.

    As for how Xiaoxiao knew to counter the formation, it was because her master’s secret manuals had included descriptions of the Scorching Sun Formation.

    According to the records, Wei Jie had previously encountered this formation after his great victory over the illusion formation at Soaring Cloud Pavilion. However, since his body had already transformed into snake scales at that point, lacking any pores or sweat glands, the Scorching Sun Formation had been utterly ineffective against him. Nevertheless, Wei Jie’s side had still suffered significant casualties, enraging him to the point of razing Soaring Cloud Pavilion to the ground.

    Reflecting back, Xiaoxiao could not help but sympathize with Wei Jie’s fury at that time. Having just suffered the devastating loss of his mother, consumed by vengeance, his enmity towards the Four Great Sects had already run deep. To then face such a vile formation, with the masterminds hiding behind the so-called orthodox sects and privileged nobility, was simply unforgivable.

    However, her present priority was to quickly locate her master. Tang Youshu’s frail constitution meant he did not have much blood to lose. If any harm befell him, the Lingshan Talisman Sect would truly lose its founding patriarch, unable to be passed on!

    When they finally reached the courtyard where they had been residing, Xiaoxiao was astonished to find her silver talismans lining the surrounding houses in an intricate pattern forming the Yin-Yang Bagua Formation.

    The paper avatars could not breach this barrier, only piling up against the doors and windows of the outer ring of houses, which appeared plastered in paper.

    As Xiaoxiao entered the courtyard shouting for “Master Youshu” while attempting to pull open the doors, she found they seemed barricaded from the inside, unable to be forced open no matter how hard she tried.

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 18

    Chapter 18: Celeste’s Humiliation

    The morning sun shone brightly, a stark contrast to the blood-red sunset Adele had witnessed upon her arrival yesterday. Sitting in the passenger seat of Hermione’s car, Adele couldn’t help but smile.

    After a day of relentless effort, her standing with Hermione had finally improved significantly. To be able to sit in the passenger seat… it was a place usually reserved for loved ones, for those closest to the driver. This intimate position symbolized her initial foothold in this world, in this abusive novel, or rather, beside Hermione.

    But this was only the beginning. Many more challenges awaited her.

    As this thought crossed her mind, the tension that had momentarily eased in Adele’s chest returned.

    Hermione deliberately chose a route she wouldn’t normally take to avoid encountering other Sequence Ones. They weren’t required to live on campus, and Adele had her own single dorm room.

    Even Hermione couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on when she thought about those Sequence Ones at the academy, especially Dorothy. They were friends, supposedly. Though whether that woman truly understood the meaning of “friendship” was debatable.

    If they crossed paths, that flamboyant Dorothy would definitely pull up alongside them in her convertible, pink curls whipping in the wind along with her laughter. And upon seeing Adele, she’d shout something like, “How was your night?~” before speeding off in a whirlwind of amusement.

    She probably didn’t suspect anything complicated, genuinely believing that Adele and Hermione had just spent the night playing “games”.

    But it wouldn’t be long before she came looking for Adele, perhaps dragging her up to the rooftop, their usual spot for afternoon tea and cakes, a place where Dorothy and her fellow Sequence Ones reigned supreme.

    If Cromwell Academy were akin to Lily High, then Dorothy was undoubtedly its queen. As long as she didn’t go too far and refrained from harming humans, the mediating forces within the academy would turn a blind eye to her antics.

    If only I were human…

    Perhaps then she wouldn’t be seen as a plaything, a “doll” to be toyed with by any Sequence One who crossed her path. But she was a half-blood, a lowly Sequence Five at that.

    The engine of the car roared like an angry beast, and Hermione’s gaze grew colder, threatening to freeze everything in its path.

    ………………

    Cromwell Academy, first-year building.

    When the sharp clicks of Ice Queen Hermione’s heels echoed through the halls, all the lower-ranking vampires held their breath and bowed their heads in respect as she passed.

    The only ones who dared to meet her gaze were the elite humans. They weren’t required to bow to high-ranking vampires. Yet, even they couldn’t help but rein in their usual arrogance and nonchalance, observing the upperclassman with a newfound seriousness.

    The first thing that hit them was her icy aura, cold and unyielding like a blizzard. Then, their eyes were drawn to her breathtaking beauty, a beauty so exquisite and unattainable that it felt almost unreal.

    Or rather, it should have felt unattainable.

    Because by Hermione’s side, held close, was a black-haired girl, her aura radiating a sense of vulnerability. She was looking around with wide, innocent pink eyes, taking in the various hostile gazes of her fellow students, seemingly oblivious to her own precarious position.

    It was clear to everyone, both vampires and humans, that she didn’t belong there, not beside Hermione.

    The vampires, with their strict hierarchy, found it preposterous. Even the human elites, those who prided themselves on their ideals of equality, couldn’t help but think the same.

    But deep down, they all knew that true equality only existed among ordinary, powerless individuals. Once you awakened your abilities and became a member of this academy, no matter how humble you were before, you inevitably developed a certain arrogance, a sense of superiority.

    No wonder some vampires had once angrily declared: Aren’t you humans just another variant? And yet you still consider yourselves human?

    “Don’t be afraid.”

    Hermione’s voice, like a soothing spring rain, washed over Adele’s anxieties, comforting her and making her feel safe.

    “Thank you… Hermione.”

    “But you can let me go here. I can walk the rest of the way myself.”

    “I’ll walk with you.”

    Hermione’s voice softened, a gentle tone she reserved only for Adele. But her words held a firm resolve, a quiet strength that brooked no argument. Or perhaps… it was “determination”?

    Adele couldn’t argue, a small, reassured smile gracing her lips. For a moment, even surrounded by the disdain and hostility of strangers, she felt the fear that had been gnawing at her recede. Straightening her back, she walked on with Hermione.

    They passed by the Sequence Two classroom, then the Sequence Three, and then the Sequence Four… Finally, they arrived at the Sequence Five classroom.

    The atmosphere here was a little more relaxed. Whether they were lower-ranking vampires or weaker human ability users, everyone knew they were at the bottom of the food chain. All they could do was try their best every day. It didn’t matter if they failed; no one expected much from them anyway.

    After graduation, they were more likely to end up as administrative staff within the organization than be assigned to combat units.

    Sequence Five vampires were the most common. Apart from Cromwell Academy, there were many other institutions that housed and managed them. Most of the Sequence Fives who made it into Cromwell Academy were either those with a bit of noble vampire blood but were pitifully weak, bringing shame to their families, or those who got in through connections, hoping to secure a position.

    Adele was a special exception. She seemingly had no power or influence, not even a family. Yet, she had been admitted to Cromwell Academy based on a single letter of recommendation.

    In addition to its own internal assessments for both vampires and humans, Cromwell Academy also had a recommendation system. But this was not the beginning of good fortune for Adele. It was the start of her misfortune.

    Only when she reached her own classroom did Adele finally relax. At least here, among her fellow Sequence Fives, everyone’s mental strength was roughly equal. There was no suffocating pressure.

    Higher-ranking vampire students enjoyed releasing their mental pressure, taking pleasure in watching lower-ranking vampires tremble before them. If Hermione hadn’t been there, Adele’s legs would have given out from the sheer force of their presence. She would have been a laughingstock, unable to even walk properly.

    However, thanks to Dorothy, all the high-ranking vampires knew that there was a delicious “blood snack” among the Sequence Fives, a soft, little cake they weren’t allowed to touch. Her name was Adele, and her defining features were long, straight black hair and captivating, doe-like pink eyes.

    At the entrance to her classroom, Adele waved goodbye to Hermione. Hermione watched her enter the room and sit down at her designated seat before finally tearing her gaze away, reluctant to leave.

    I won’t see Adele for another half day… A tinge of loneliness crept into her heart. It seemed even the Ice Queen, Hermione, wasn’t immune to its chill.

    Heaving a silent sigh, Hermione turned to leave.

    As she passed by the Sequence Two classroom, she ran into Celeste, who was running late. It was the same Sequence Two who had tried to hurt Adele in the locker room yesterday evening.

    Gone was her former glory. Celeste’s golden hair was dull, her figure gaunt. The wounds on her face hadn’t healed, still leaking icy blue magical energy. They were incredibly conspicuous, a mark of shame.

    To make matters worse, new wounds marred her skin, fresh and red and deliberately placed on her face, neck, wrists, and ankles – any area that was exposed, a constant reminder of her humiliation.

    The Celeste family was nothing if not pragmatic. This was the best way to appease the Ice Queen, to offer their apologies and beg for leniency.

    The mere sight of Hermione was enough to make Celeste tremble. She recalled her family’s warnings, their instructions. She knew that in her current position, begging for mercy was her only option.

    As Hermione glanced at her coldly, Celeste, in full view of everyone, dropped to her knees in a display of utter humiliation. Her forehead touched the ground, her voice choked with tears as she begged for forgiveness.

    “Please… forgive me…”

    It was the only way to salvage her position in the academy, in her family. If Hermione decided to take her anger out on the Celeste family, they wouldn’t hesitate to cast her aside as a peace offering.

    Her performance seemed to be effective. The fury that had been building in Hermione’s chest at the memory of yesterday’s events subsided slightly. It wasn’t enough to earn Celeste her forgiveness, but at least for the time being, Hermione wouldn’t go out of her way to make her life difficult. As long as she behaved herself.

    Hermione didn’t respond to her pleas. She simply continued walking, her gaze cold and distant. Celeste, kneeling at her feet, seemed as insignificant as an ant.

    The tip of Hermione’s heel landed on Celeste’s long golden hair, hair that was once radiant as sunshine but now lay dull and lifeless on the floor. A humiliating footprint marred its surface.

    Without another word, without a backward glance, Hermione walked away, leaving Celeste kneeling on the ground, too afraid to move, her body shaking uncontrollably.

    Laughter and whispers filled the air around her. Celeste gritted her teeth, swallowing her shame and rage. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails drew blood.

    Just you wait… One day, I will make you arrogant, self-righteous Sequence Ones pay!

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 17

    Chapter 17: The Tsundere Queen 

    Hermione’s gaze dimmed slightly, clearly disappointed that her fantasy wouldn’t be fulfilled.

    “… Alright then. I’ll go prepare breakfast.”

    “You… just rest a bit more.”

    “I’ll drive you to school later.”

    Hermione had already made up her mind to personally see Adele safely to her classroom, preferably through a route that avoided Dorothy and the others. She couldn’t bear the thought of Adele falling into their clutches.

    Just imagining that scene made her heart clench as if squeezed by claws, bleeding from invisible wounds.

    Dorothy, I will win against you. And then, Adele will belong only to me… a true ‘forbidden treasure’. Not like you, Dorothy, who keeps such a rare gem but doesn’t know how to cherish her.

    Hermione left the bedroom, leaving Adele to lie down again. “Resting due to illness” was the excuse, but in reality, Adele just wanted to fall back asleep.

    There’s a special kind of bliss in falling back asleep, even though it often leads to those “oversleeping” incidents. You tell yourself just five more minutes, only to wake up to a horrifying time on your phone.

    Oh well, I’m doomed.

    But right now, Adele didn’t have to worry about the passage of time or the anxiety of being late. She could simply drift off to sleep, knowing Hermione and her breakfast would be her alarm clock.

    The girl curled up, cocooning herself in the soft blankets, inhaling the lingering scent of Hermione on the sheets and pillows. Gradually, she drifted into a light slumber.

    Who knows how much time passed? The aroma of delicious food finally lured Adele out of her dreams. It was a shame, really; it had been a good dream.

    In it, Adele had stepped triumphantly on Dorothy’s proud, annoying face. Black silk seemed to be some kind of reward for her, and Hermione… she had put a collar on Hermione, symbolizing her belonging.

    Hermione, hehe, my Hermione~

    If it weren’t for school, Adele would have loved to see that beautiful dream through to the end. However, she needed to be careful not to let Sharon, a Sequence One with the ability to manipulate and even enter dreams, catch a whiff of it.

    The consequences of having her dreams revealed to Dorothy and Hermione were too terrifying to contemplate.

    Sharon was Dorothy’s follower, her abilities not considered particularly strong among the Sequence Ones. Even though they were all descendants of the True Ancestor, there were still differences in power. Some weaker Sequence Ones couldn’t even compare to a Sequence Two, or even a Sequence Three who had broken through their bloodline limitations.

    Sharon was undoubtedly recognized as one of the weaker Sequence Ones. Many Sequence Twos didn’t even fear her. After all, manipulating dreams sounded intimidating, but it was only truly effective against lower-level vampires and humans.

    Stronger, higher-level vampires possessed mental fortitude that she couldn’t break through. Not to mention those who could choose not to sleep or rest at all, rendering Sharon’s abilities useless against them.

    However, in the original novel, Sharon was a cunning woman, skilled at playing the fool. She had been hiding her true, formidable mental power. If she wished, she could likely pierce the mental defenses of any Sequence One, catching them completely off guard.

    It was a dangerous, almost deadly ability. Once the mental defenses were breached, she could either use the opportunity to strike a fatal blow or turn her target into a babbling, mentally shattered mess.

    In short, Sharon was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

    But she didn’t play a significant role in the early parts of the novel, always mistaken for a mere follower, a background character there for comedic relief. This made her later betrayal of Dorothy all the more shocking to the readers.

    Adele’s impression of Sharon was primarily based on her later actions; she hadn’t paid much attention to her in the early stages. But now, she had to be extra cautious.

    She couldn’t remember how she might have offended Sharon in the early parts of the story, leading to her eventual betrayal of Dorothy for Adele’s sake.

    But even then, in the original ending, Adele never forgave Sharon for her past deeds. However, even as the “Blood Empress,” Adele didn’t kill her. Instead, she let Sharon choose her own fate.

    The novel described Sharon’s “sorrowful smile” as she sealed herself within an eternal dream. At least in her dreams, she could have Adele’s heart.

    —”It was the gentlest dream she had ever experienced in her nightmare-filled life.”

    —”She could finally… sleep peacefully.”

    Even that was heartbreaking!

    ………………

    “What are you thinking about?”

    Hermione returned, carrying a steaming bowl of nutritious seafood porridge and a cup of hot ginger tea brewed with brown sugar. Both were prepared by her own hand. Hermione’s cooking skills were quite good, but she usually only cooked as a hobby.

    This, preparing a meal specifically for someone, was a first for her… Yet, she felt surprisingly content, even happy to be needed.

    Adele is anemic; she needs to replenish her blood.

    In the past, Hermione would have scoffed at the idea of food replenishing blood. But now, she was more willing to believe it, mainly because she had someone precious to care for.

    “N-Nothing…” Adele struggled to sit up in bed, still looking weak.

    Seeing this, Hermione quickly set the tray with the porridge and tea on the bedside table and rushed to Adele’s side, helping her up.

    “…”

    You really didn’t have to do that. Adele wanted to say. She just had a fever, she wasn’t completely incapacitated.

    But who would refuse such care and pampering from Hermione?

    “Thank you, Hermione.”

    “…It’s fine. I just don’t want Dorothy badmouthing me, saying I made you sicker.”

    Adele smiled faintly, used to Hermione’s tsundere act by now. She lifted the blanket with Hermione’s help and got out of bed.

    The first thing that caught Hermione’s eye was the sight of Adele’s slender legs clad in pristine white knee-high socks. In the soft morning light, her knees and ankles glowed with a delicate pink hue, a perfect contrast against the intricate white knit.

    And above the socks… it seemed Adele hadn’t even had time to put on her skirt, only managing to throw on a loose T-shirt. This left a tantalizing expanse of snowy-white skin exposed.

    Noticing Hermione’s gaze, Adele feigned a flustered expression, as if just realizing her state of undress.

    “I-I’m so sorry! After I showered yesterday, the maid said she needed to take my uniform and skirt for dry cleaning…”

    “I-I didn’t have anything else to wear, so I just grabbed something from the closet…”

    “I’m really sorry for not asking for your permission first, Hermione!”

    “…”

    Maid, you are amazing! Hermione wanted to cheer. Little did she know, it had been Adele’s doing all along. She had instructed the maids to take her uniform for cleaning. It had been stained with her own blood, all thanks to Celeste.

    Seeing Hermione’s silence, Adele adopted an even more pitiful expression, afraid of being scolded.

    “I-I’ll go change right now and give them back to you.”

    “Please don’t be mad, Hermione!”

    “!?”

    Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.

    Ahem, no, no, I can’t. Adele is running a fever. How could I, for my own selfish desires, let her catch a chill?

    “It’s fine, I’m not mad.”

    “Hurry up and have your porridge. You’ll be late for school.”

    “Okay.”

    Adele obediently went to the table where the tray was placed. The silver spoon gleamed under the light. Picking it up, she scooped a spoonful of the pure white, steaming seafood porridge and brought it to her lips.

    But the moment her pink tongue touched it, she recoiled as if shocked.

    “Hot! It’s hot!”

    Hermione immediately looked concerned. Without hesitation, her right hand shot out to grab the edge of the scorching bowl. A searing pain shot through her fingertips, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.

    Slowly, the porridge in her hand began to cool, until it reached a comfortable, edible temperature. Only then did she withdraw her slightly reddened hand and hide it behind her back.

    If anyone found out that the Ice Queen had burned her fingers, they would likely assume she’d had a duel with a powerful fire-elemental Sequence. The truth, that she had burned herself cooling a bowl of porridge for Adele, was far less impressive.

    “Hermione! Are you okay? How’s your hand?”

    Hermione turned her face away, cheeks slightly flushed, avoiding Adele’s worried gaze.

    “…It’s nothing, don’t make a fuss.”

    “I just don’t want you to eat too slowly and be late for school!”

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c70

    Chapter 70: Beautiful Sect Master’s Healing Treasure

    Yan Zhen cheerfully accepted the Special Trump Card and then channeled his Mystic Power into the Star Shifting Fire Seal on his palm, stepping into the Crystal Stone Space.

    The scenery shifted. Yan Zhen found himself within the altar chamber, more specifically, atop the raised stone bed at the center.

    He sat there, blinking in confusion. The surroundings were different than usual.

    The stone bed was now adorned with a white mattress and pillows, resembling a hospital bed in size and design. A curved, U-shaped stand rose from the headboard, from which hung emerald green curtains. When drawn closed, they could completely enclose the bed.

    “Master?”

    Yan Zhen called out. His Beautiful Sect Master emerged from behind the curtain. Gone were her usual flowing black robes, replaced instead with a modern style somewhat similar to her previous “mature teacher” attire.

    She wore a pencil skirt, black silk stockings, and high heels. A delicate strap connected the hem of her skirt to her stockings, exuding an alluring yet elegant charm. Her upper body was clad in a green turtleneck sweater, the fabric stretched taut by her ample bosom, hinting at its impressive volume. A white coat, extending to her knees, draped over everything, adding a touch of professionalism.

    She wore no unnecessary accessories, save for a blue hair tie securing the end of her silver-white hair. Oval-shaped glasses perched on her delicate nose bridge, and a stethoscope hung from her slender, jade-like neck.

    The spitting image of a two-dimensional anime doctor.

    “Mas- Master?”

    Yan Zhen stared at his master, his mind a jumbled mess.

    Why was his Beautiful Sect Master dressed in modern clothing again? Where did she even get these clothes? And why this particular style?

    Though he couldn’t quite understand, he had to admit, his Beautiful Sect Master’s outfit was very much to his liking. The combination of black silk stockings, a garter belt, and a white coat was simply too good! Innocent yet alluring, it stirred a certain urge within him!

    “Zhen’er, you’re injured. Lie down.”

    His Beautiful Sect Master—no, his Beautiful Doctor—smiled gently at him. Her shapely hips, accentuated by the pencil skirt, brushed against the edge of the bed as she reached out with a pale, delicate hand to guide his shoulder, helping him lie down.

    Yan Zhen obediently settled onto the bed, his fiery gaze filled with curiosity as he stared at his Beautiful Sect Master, somewhat dazed.

    “Master, why, why are you dressed like this?”

    His disciple’s reaction didn’t escape her notice. Seeing his pleased expression, her heart fluttered with honeyed sweetness. It was worth the effort she had put into her appearance and the room’s arrangement.

    She had initially considered creating an avatar dressed as a “nurse,” but it felt somewhat strange, so she decided against it for now.

    “Doesn’t Master look good in this?”

    She countered with a smile. Yan Zhen immediately replied, “You look good, very good! Master looks good in anything!”

    “Flattery won’t get you any rewards.”

    Chen Xi basked in her disciple’s admiring gaze, trying hard to maintain a calm facade and suppress her joy. She reached out to unwrap the bandages from his arm.

    “Zhen’er, did you use the Triple Burst ‘Eight Extremes Explosion’ during the duel?”

    “Uh, yes, Master,” Yan Zhen blinked, bracing himself for a scolding. “The power of the Double Burst wasn’t enough to penetrate his armor and deliver a finishing blow, so I used the full-powered Triple Burst.”

    “Reckless.”

    Chen Xi’s reprimand was brief. Her gaze softened as she examined his swollen arm, her heart aching for him. She extended a slender finger and gently pressed on his muscles.

    Yan Zhen hissed in pain.

    Although he had consumed the Tier 3 Healing Pill, he hadn’t circulated his energy to refine it, so its natural efficacy wasn’t enough to completely numb the pain.

    Despite hearing her disciple’s sharp intake of breath, Chen Xi didn’t relent. A five-colored flame ignited on her fingertips, gently brushing against Yan Zhen’s forearm.

    Yan Zhen felt as if his arm had been plunged into ice water. The burning pain subsided significantly. As expected of one of the top ten healing Extreme Flames!

    His Beautiful Sect Master’s hand, radiating a gentle, colorful flame, massaged his arm with soothing motions, bringing him immense relief.

    “Master has used the Starry Glass Fire to alleviate your injuries. However, for a speedy recovery, you’ll need to consume a Healing Pill of Tier 3 or higher…”

    Yan Zhen truthfully replied, “Master, I’ve already taken a Tier 3 Healing Pill. Xue’er, Senior Sister Xue’er, gave it to me.”

    Chen Xi was surprised. In Yan Zhen’s previous life, he had followed her instructions to purchase the necessary ingredients from the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, which she then refined into a Tier 3 Healing Pill for him. How had he already consumed one?

    “Senior Sister Xue’er?”

    “Yes, Xue’er… she’s best friends with my cousin and my other cousin’s wife. She’s also the owner of the house I’m staying at. We’re on rather good terms.”

    “Oh? Good enough for her to gift you a Tier 3 pill?”

    “She, she said she has a favor to ask of me, so this was like paying me in advance.”

    “I see.” Chen Xi’s smile returned. “What kind of pill did she give you?”

    “Uh, I think it was called the ‘Inner Revitalization Pill’.”

    “Inner Revitalization Pill? That’s a high-grade Tier 3 Healing Pill, a good choice. However, the Inner Revitalization Pill focuses on healing internal injuries to the organs. Its effectiveness on meridian damage caused by excessive use of the ‘Eight Extremes Explosion’ is not as pronounced.”

    “Is that so?” Yan Zhen blinked, feigning ignorance, though his heart leaped. Was the plot back on track? This was good! “Then, then I’ll go to the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce later to buy some Tier 3 ingredients, and Master can help me refine one, right? Please?”

    Chen Xi shook her head gently. “No need. Master has already prepared medicine for your injuries.”

    Huh?

    His Beautiful Sect Master was always prepared! Truly a master who loved and cared for him!

    Though he was slightly disappointed that the plot hadn’t gone exactly as planned, Yan Zhen was also happy to be so doted on by his Beautiful Sect Master.

    “Master, give me the medicine~”

    Lying on the bed, Yan Zhen acted like a spoiled child, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. His adorable demeanor almost broke Chen Xi’s composure. She cleared her throat to regain control, a blush warming her cheeks.

    “Zhen’er, close your eyes.”

    Yan Zhen obediently closed his eyes. He then felt his Beautiful Sect Master climbing onto the bed and lifting his head to rest upon a familiar softness.

    His Beautiful Sect Master’s exquisite lap pillow!

    A wave of comfort washed over him.

    Rustling sounds reached his ears, followed by a delicate fragrance that wafted towards him. He couldn’t resist taking a sniff.

    “Zhen’er, open up.”

    Hearing his Beautiful Sect Master’s gentle voice, Yan Zhen parted his lips slightly. He felt a soft, plump object, like a peeled grape, being placed into his mouth. A warm, fragrant, and slightly sweet liquid oozed out, gliding down his throat.

    The moment the medicinal liquid entered his stomach, it spread a gentle yet persistent warmth throughout his body. At the same time, his Beautiful Sect Master’s soft, smooth hand rested on his abdomen, gently massaging him and guiding the warmth into a flowing current that spread throughout his limbs and meridians.

    Apart from his injured arm, Yan Zhen had also sustained some minor abrasions and frostbite. Although insignificant on their own, neglecting them could lead to future problems.

    Under the effects of the warm current, his minor injuries began to heal rapidly. The pain in his most severely injured arm also subsided, replaced by a soothing warmth.

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c69

    Chapter 69: The Chain Combo of Special Trump Cards

    Lan Ke still hadn’t realized the gravity of the situation. He maintained the haughty demeanor of a Nine Star Rank expert, attempting to toy with Yan Zhen using the ice cone attacks from his Ice Silkworm Gloves.

    Suddenly, an unexpected suction force disrupted his balance, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground in an undignified heap.

    Looking up, he saw the small vortex in Yan Zhen’s palm slowly disappear as the young man swiftly closed the distance between them.

    The counterattack had begun.

    Lan Ke wasn’t weak in close combat, but Yan Zhen’s intermittent use of the “Qi Vortex Technique” to control his movements, though not entirely successful, effectively disrupted his attack rhythm. This left him feeling frustrated and stifled.

    — It was like raising your hand to unleash a powerful skill only to be silenced, unable to cast it. His gaming experience plummeted.

    Forced onto the defensive, Lan Ke activated his Ice Armor Mystic Tool to block Yan Zhen’s attacks as he desperately searched for a way to break free.

    He wasn’t stupid though. Once he regained his composure, he widened the distance between them.

    Lan Ke had heard of the “Qi Vortex Technique,” a rather unorthodox Mystic Technique known for its limited range. As long as he kept his distance, it wouldn’t be effective.

    The tables turned once more. Lan Ke kept his distance while launching ranged attacks, making it difficult for Yan Zhen to approach.

    Xiao Mie, Yu Yue, and the other instructors resumed their analysis and commentary.

    They acknowledged Yan Zhen’s ingenuity and creativity. However, they quickly transitioned with a “What a shame, what a shame,” reaffirming their belief that Lan Ke would ultimately be victorious. Reaching this point was already quite impressive for Yan Zhen.

    Yan Zhen endured their pronouncements while being pressured, while Lan Ke sneered, “To push me this far with the cultivation of a Six Star Mystic One, you have much to be proud of. However, Six Star is still just Six Star. If you want to defeat me, you’ll need more practice… Now, allow me to finish you with my strongest attack!”

    A spiraling ice cone swiftly materialized, locking onto Yan Zhen as it began to rotate at high speed.

    A smile played on Yan Zhen’s lips. The time was ripe. With a powerful stomp, he abruptly dashed forward.

    His brow glowed, formless flames flickered, and his Spiritual Power surged!

    Maximum force “Qi Vortex Technique,” activate!

    Triple Burst “Eight Extremes Explosion,” detonate!

    Lan Ke froze, caught off guard. Before he could unleash his skill, he was pulled towards Yan Zhen like a rag doll, colliding head-on with the young man’s fist.

    A full-powered punch!

    Bang!

    Accompanied by a muffled thud, the once-invincible Lan Ke, armor and all, was finished.

    Silence descended upon the entire arena. All eyes were fixed on the young man, Mystic Power swirling around him as he held his punching stance. It was as if time itself had stopped.

    Xiao Shi, Xiao Xinyan, and the others were stunned, their jaws agape. Witnessing Yan Zhen overpower Lan Ke was beyond their wildest imaginations. They were speechless.

    “He won! Cousin, amazing!”

    Yan Meng’er was the first to erupt in cheers, her little hands clapping enthusiastically. Following suit were Mi Xue’er, Yan Ruyu, the girls from Class 1, Instructor Yu Xuan, and the rest of the instructors in the stands. Finally, the entire arena reverberated with thunderous applause.

    Yan Zhen retracted his fist and flashed a thumbs-up to the three girls cheering for him below. He then winked at Instructor Yu Xuan.

    This unexpected flirtation sent the three girls’ hearts aflutter, their cheeks flushed with a delicate crimson. Instructor Yu Xuan also chuckled softly, pondering whether to reward him further.

    As the referee instructor announced the result, Lan Ke’s people rushed onto the stage to carry him away for treatment. Before departing, Lan Ke shot a chilling glare at Yan Zhen.

    Yan Zhen remained unfazed. It was only natural for the bigger fish to surface after he had dealt with the smaller fry.

    “Instructor, I’ve defeated Lan Ke. Can I skip ahead from the Intermediate Class to the Advanced Class?”

    The referee instructor scrutinized Yan Zhen with a complex expression. A student from the Intermediate Class challenged a top contender from the Nine Star Rank, and not just any contender, but the third-ranked Lan Ke, and actually emerged victorious. In his nearly ten years of teaching, he had never witnessed such a feat.

    “According to academy regulations, you are indeed eligible. However, there are procedures to follow. It’ll take approximately two to three days before you can officially register with the Advanced Class. Your new instructor will notify you when the time comes.”

    Yan Zhen politely bowed, then descended the stage. Surrounded by his classmates and “escorted” by the three girls, he exited the dueling arena.

    Xiao Mie, Yu Yue, and the other experts from the Nine Star Rank stared at Yan Zhen’s retreating figure with grim expressions, their silence speaking volumes.

    “Hiss, hiss, gently, gently.”

    Inside the room, Yan Zhen sat on his bed while Mi Xue’er tended to his wounds.

    The side effects of the Triple Burst “Eight Extremes Explosion” had severely strained his entire arm, rendering it temporarily immobile. According to the script, he should enter the Crystal Stone Space and let his Beautiful Sect Master treat him. Only after consuming some medicinal pills would his recovery be expedited.

    However, Mi Xue’er pulled out a pill from her storage ring and said, “Little Brother Yan Zhen, this is a Tier 3 Healing Pill. It’ll heal you quickly.”

    What? Yan Zhen glanced at the pill and took a sniff. He detected an elegant fragrance and distinct pill patterns, clear indicators of a Tier 3 pill.

    Tier 3 pills were quite valuable. How could Mi Xue’er just casually take one out? Even if the Mi family was wealthy, this seemed excessive.

    “I brought this from home. I knew that even if you won against Lan Ke, you’d inevitably get hurt, so I prepared this in advance.”

    Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu looked on with envy. They had also prepared Healing Pills, but they were only Tier 2, making it awkward to offer them now.

    However, the two girls harbored suspicions. Although it seemed Xue’er (older sister) was quite fond of Yan Zhen (cousin), it shouldn’t have reached the point of such extravagant spending. Unless…

    Yan Meng’er recalled Mi Xue’er’s excessive enthusiasm towards Yan Zhen earlier, while Yan Ruyu remembered the mysterious voice in her head mentioning that Mi Xue’er also had feelings for Yan Zhen.

    Yan Zhen’s heart felt warm. He smiled wryly and said, “A Tier 3 pill is too precious. It’s just a minor injury. No need to waste it like this.”

    Moreover, according to the script, his injury should be treated by his Beautiful Sect Master. Not only would she feed him pills, but she would also massage his arm with Starry Glass Fire.

    That was supposed to be their first intimate contact, the catalyst for their gradually warming relationship.

    Although their current intimacy had reached a level nearing the finale of the story, he still needed to follow the plot—a professional actor paid attention to details!

    “This is no minor injury. Your entire arm is swollen and bruised. If we delay treatment, there’s a high chance of lasting complications.”

    Mi Xue’er’s heart ached for him. In her previous life, she only knew that Yan Zhen’s arm was heavily bandaged after the fight and he couldn’t move it, but she didn’t realize how serious it was. Just now, she had accidentally brushed against it while bandaging, and he cried out in pain.

    “Just take it. If you feel bad about it, you can just agree to a small request of mine later.”

    “What request?”

    “Just a small one, nothing too difficult for you—come on, open up.”

    As she spoke, Mi Xue’er urged him to open his mouth and fed him the pill with a satisfied smile.

    “With the Tier 3 pill, your injuries should be healed in about two to three days. Rest up for now. We’ll bring you dinner later.”

    The three girls didn’t linger. After helping him lie down, they departed.

    Yan Zhen let out a long breath. He first brought up the system interface and claimed his reward for completing the mission.

    [Special Trump Card – 1V1: Upon activation, you can choose a target to forcefully engage in a one-on-one duel.]

    “Oh?”

    This card was probably intended for eliminating key targets when facing multiple opponents.

    It meant that no matter how many enemies surrounded him, he could activate this card to single out one and force a duel.

    That’s it! Yan Zhen recalled the “Special Trump Card – He Wants to Fight Ten” he had obtained earlier. If he activated “1V1” and then activated “He Wants to Fight Ten,” wouldn’t that turn the tables, making him the one ganging up on others?

    The chain combo of Special Trump Cards had finally arrived!