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  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 6

    Chapter 6: Let’s Go Home 

    At this moment, Adele’s true inner thoughts.

    Actually, she was scared shitless!

    “Suck me (my finger)”—Adele had never heard such an outrageous request in her life.

    But she had no choice.

    Since she couldn’t resist, she might as well enjoy it.

    Yes, not only did Adele completely misunderstand Hermione’s meaning.

    Moreover, from the beginning, she actually wasn’t suppressed by that spiritual power at all!

    Oh heavens, earth, Cthulhu!

    She finally felt like a transmigrator!

    Adele was so moved she almost cried.

    The moment Hermione’s eyes turned cold and she released her vast spiritual power.

    She had almost chosen to give up.

    Strike a pose!

    Because she, who had thoroughly read the original work, knew very well what kind of situation and status Adele at this stage had when facing the Sequence Ones.

    Using “little fool” to describe her state after being suppressed was not an exaggeration at all.

    And she was also a human truth serum!

    Although generally the Sequence Ones wouldn’t do anything too outrageous to Adele in her “little fool” state.

    But the setting of answering whatever was asked…

    The author was really out of this world.

    Full of bad taste.

    Basically added for the sake of making the female lead suffer.

    Thinking about it, the Sequence Ones.

    Like this Hermione, actually had some feelings for Adele.

    She would often express her true feelings after suppressing Adele with her spiritual power.

    Do you like me?

    Adele: Ah yes yes yes!

    Hermione: You hate me, don’t you…

    Adele: Ah yes yes yes!

    With such answers, how could Adele not be bullied!

    The truth hurts.

    Lies, although deceitful, sound nice.

    It’s worth mentioning that in the original work, Adele had no recollection of what she said while being suppressed.

    She would just imagine herself being done this and that by the Sequence Ones while suppressed…

    This also led to her deepening hatred for the Sequence Ones in her heart.

    It was simply a vicious cycle.

    The Sequence Ones’ feelings were not reciprocated, so they hated out of love.

    And Adele thought she was being abused, so she hated the villainous female leads of Sequence One even more.

    This… it would be strange if she wasn’t abused!

    Fortunately, the current Adele unexpectedly discovered that she wasn’t affected by the spiritual suppression of Sequence Ones.

    And she had a quick mind and good acting skills.

    So she immediately started acting out the protagonist’s state when suppressed as described in the original work.

    Eyes should be clearer, softer, and more pitiful.

    Cheeks should be flushed, like a traveler drunk on warm breeze.

    Body should be delicate and soft…

    Thus, Adele’s current appearance in front of Hermione.

    Pure and untainted by the six palaces’ rouge.

    Although she didn’t understand why Hermione would ask her to “suck her (finger)”.

    But thinking of the price the female lead paid for resisting to the death.

    Adele felt a chill down her spine.

    Her body immediately and honestly complied.

    The girl’s fingers were cool, always cold, perhaps related to her constitution.

    Adele felt like she was sucking on a “crushed ice”.

    The key was she didn’t dare to bite it… a bit of a shame.

    Hermione’s heart was beating extremely fast.

    To the point of letting out obvious panting sounds.

    “Ha… Adele…?”

    She looked at Adele in disbelief, but especially delighted.

    Her ice-blue eyes were full of shock.

    The girl probably realized that Adele had misunderstood her meaning.

    She had asked her to call her name.

    But she heard it as “suck me”, so she took her finger in her mouth.

    Hermione had never seen Adele obediently do as told in this “little fool” state before.

    When her consciousness was scattered from being suppressed by spiritual power, her body actually had no strength, let alone following people’s manipulation.

    Therefore, the only benefit was to take advantage of her unguarded mind.

    And ask her some questions.

    Then, Adele would honestly tell you everything.

    Impossible to lie.

    Absolutely from her true inner thoughts.

    But today, she responded to her with actions.

    Could it be… that there had been some breakthrough in her relationship with her?

    The so-called hard mouth, when kissed…

    Ah no no, humans say this—”Saying no, but the body is very honest”.

    Thinking of this, Hermione swallowed her saliva.

    The originally venting mood gradually disappeared.

    Replaced by curiosity about what image she currently had in Adele’s heart.

    Her voice was trembling—as a Sequence One, she shouldn’t be so nervous.

    She asked the first question.

    Hermione: “Adele… do you like Celeste?”

    Adele: “No.”

    Hermione: “Then do you hate me?”

    Adele: “…I don’t know.”

    Don’t know? Hermione’s brows furrowed slightly.

    She had never heard Adele give such an ambiguous answer before.

    Could it be…

    Because she had a special place in her heart!?

    Thinking this way, Hermione’s heartbeat sped up a few more beats.

    If this continued, she would start developing spots!

    She even wanted to directly ask “Then do you like me?”

    But, it seemed a bit too fast.

    And it was easier to get an answer that would disappoint her.

    After all… it was better to take it step by step.

    Hermione, thinking of this, nodded as if affirming her own thoughts.

    But what she didn’t know was.

    If she had asked this kind of question at this time.

    Adele would have definitely clung to her like a crab, with both claws and eight legs.

    —Rich woman! Feed me, I’m hungry!

    Hermione: “Do you like… spending time with me? Although I’m always cold, but actually…”

    Adele interrupted her words.

    Adele: “Like.”

    Hermione: “Eh!?”

    The Ice Queen’s cheeks suddenly turned red.

    Hermione: “W-why?”

    She hurriedly asked her confusion.

    Adele: “Being with Hermione, it doesn’t hurt.”

    Hermione: “(The light in her eyes dimmed) So that’s it, just for this reason…”

    Because she wasn’t rough like the other Sequence Ones.

    Even when faced with Adele’s resistance, she always indulged her, at most getting angry and restraining Adele.

    Adele: “Because Hermione is very gentle, like a big sister…”

    Hermione: “Big sister… huh.”

    But she didn’t want to be a big sister.

    At least not Adele’s big sister.

    Letting out a soft sigh, Hermione had nothing else to ask.

    But her fingers still longed for the inside of Adele’s mouth a bit…

    So she wanted to try if she could still make Adele obediently respond with actions just by speaking.

    Hermione: “Let go.”

    Hearing this, Adele’s silly and soft cute little expression didn’t change.

    But she indeed obediently opened her mouth, her eyes dazed.

    Hermione was able to withdraw her jade-white finger.

    Getting such a response already made her very happy.

    But she couldn’t help but think.

    Was this Adele’s obedience only towards her, or did other Sequence Ones have it too?

    Unable to get an answer for now.

    Hermione’s anger had also dissipated, and she no longer had the mood to tease Adele.

    So she murmured softly.

    “Rest assured and sleep, Adele, we’re going home.”

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 66

    66 Kiss Me or We Go Down Together

    Yan Zhen would rather believe the Yan Ruyu before his eyes was Yan Meng’er in disguise than think that tsundere cousin who was at odds with him would take the initiative to kiss him.

    His mischievous younger cousin always took advantage of him when he was off guard, then giggled and tried to act cute to gloss it over.

    As for his elder cousin, they used to fight every time they met. She would get riled up if he so much as touched her, and loved to stab at him with her sword, especially aiming for his butt.

    The two of them kissing? Don’t joke around, Yan Zhen couldn’t imagine that at all.

    Until this very moment, when she really kissed him.

    Even if Yan Zhen found it hard to believe, facts were facts.

    And it wasn’t just a peck either, but nibbling lightly like a kitten drinking milk, licking from left to right, coating his entire mouth with her fragrant saliva.

    — What’s going on? Did Elder Cousin suddenly awaken or something? Was she drugged?

    Looking at his cousin’s enchanting face up close, Yan Zhen was completely dumbfounded, even too shocked to push her away, dazedly allowing her to savor his lips.

    Yan Ruyu was also in a daze. Provoked badly by her younger cousin last night, in a moment of rashness she went ahead and kissed him, getting more addicted the more she kissed.

    It’s just that she wasn’t truly overcome with desire after all. After a couple of pecks, she came to her senses, realizing what a bold act she had done!

    Yan Ruyu really wanted to pretend it never happened, but how could she? She could feel Yan Zhen’s gaze, full of shock and confusion, as if he just met her for the first time today.

    She really didn’t have the courage to raise her head and meet his eyes, not even for a second.

    — I’ll die of shame, I really will!

    Yan Ruyu’s mind went blank, she could only pretend to be completely lost in the kissing to cover up her current fluster.

    Her moist red lips stopped at the corner of Yan Zhen’s mouth, a bit of pink tongue peeking out, twirling in the crevice.

    Even though it was her first time, she was like an active child getting a new toy, having many startling strange ideas out of sheer fondness and joy.

    Of course, it was also related to those slightly risqué romance novels she read, making her experience zero but postures quite abundant.

    The electrifying pleasure from their lips numbed Yan Ruyu’s mind, making her really want to continue like this forever.

    But this wasn’t okay, right? How could she gloss over this?

    If it was Meng’er, she could get by with a giggle, but she couldn’t do that!

    What to do, what to do, what to do…

    She couldn’t think of anything and gave up.

    If she dies of shame then so be it, being able to have her lips meet his like this, it was worth dying for.

    The hopeless Yan Ruyu threw caution to the wind, eyes closed, enjoying the intimate contact with her beloved cousin, even boldly trying to slip her little tongue into his mouth.

    — It was unsuccessful.

    Two warm sweaty hands cupped Yan Ruyu’s face, the tongue she just stuck out happening to dangle down in a silver arc, making her current visage especially alluring.

    “Elder Cousin, are you okay?”

    Yan Zhen’s voice brought Yan Ruyu back to her senses. The instant their eyes met, her overwhelming sense of shame exploded like a volcano. Her face, already pink from the heat of the moment, visibly reddened like the setting sun on the horizon.

    “Don’t, don’t look at me, I didn’t, sorry, I…”

    Even though it was her own fault, Yan Ruyu felt an inexpressible grievance and fear in her heart, making tears uncontrollably well up.

    — He must think she is a shameless loose woman now, and will despise her more than before, no longer being close with her.

    “Wuwuwu, I’m really sorry, I truly…”

    She covered her face with her hands, crying out loud, her delicate body shaking as she lay on top of Yan Zhen.

    Yan Zhen was instantly at a loss – why was Elder Cousin crying again? He didn’t do anything to her!

    But in the sealed martial arts field, with a man and woman alone, the girl sobbing while the guy says he didn’t do anything, who would believe that?

    If Instructor Yu Xuan saw this, he was in for it!

    “Elder Cousin, calm down first, I didn’t deliberately pull you over to take advantage of you, and the Minor Primordial Pill I gave you didn’t have any weird drugs… probably.”

    Yan Zhen recalled that while preparing for the exam, he secretly refined some springtime secret medicine behind his master’s back and put it in a small bottle. But he was unfortunately discovered by the beautiful sect master and had to obediently pour it out, even getting scolded.

    She said it was just like a male pill refiner to love concocting these random things, and that he mustn’t learn badly.

    Yan Zhen could only dejectedly agree.

    Then, it seemed the small bottle that contained the springtime secret medicine was used by him to hold Minor Primordial Pills, as for which exact bottle, he didn’t pay attention.

    The Minor Primordial Pill Elder Cousin took earlier couldn’t have been the one in that special small bottle, right?

    Because there were still remnants of the springtime secret medicine, it got on the Minor Primordial Pill, so after Elder Cousin ate it she would…

    Oh no!

    Yan Zhen’s face paled, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He accidentally did what that bastard Xiao Shi wanted to do, wasn’t he the same kind of scum then?

    — I’m a proper and upright protagonist, an emotionless and abstinent leveling machine!

    Holding Elder Cousin’s fragrant, soft and hot body, Yan Zhen couldn’t be distracted by dirty thoughts. He quickly took out a Calming Qi Pill from his storage ring.

    This was something Yan Zhen refined after selecting a 1st grade prescription, only effective for Mystic Disciples. It could calm the agitated qi in the body.

    For use during quiet cultivation, it also had some effect in this current situation.

    “Elder Cousin, eat this, it should make you feel much better.”

    After saying that, Yan Zhen gently pulled away the jade-like hand covering his cousin’s face and stuffed the pill into her mouth.

    The mentally frazzled Ruyu was like a tamed little female dog, obediently opening her mouth. With a roll of her tongue, she ate the Calming Qi Pill.

    As the medicinal effect took hold, her breathing and emotions gradually settled, and reason started to return.

    Thinking of how she acted just now, her shame rose another level.

    Having the one she likes see her wanton side, did her life still have meaning?

    “Elder Cousin, how do you feel, you won’t keep thinking about that anymore, right?”

    “I, I’m fine now.”

    “Phew, that’s good, that’s good.”

    Yan Zhen let out a big sigh of relief, thinking it was a close call. Luckily Instructor Yu Xuan didn’t suddenly break down the door, see this scene and have a misunderstanding in a clichéd turn of events.

    “Um, Elder Cousin, why don’t we get up first?”

    “No!”

    Yan Zhen froze. He saw Yan Ruyu bite her lip, then as if making a decision, grabbed Yan Zhen’s shoulders. Then with a twist of her waist, she flipped their positions.

    She was on the bottom, cushioning him, Yan Zhen was on top, lying on her chest.

    The same points of contact, but after switching positions, the two of them felt completely different from before.

    Yan Zhen didn’t understand what Elder Cousin was up to.

    After a long while, Yan Ruyu said with a face red as blood:

    “Yan Zhen, you, you kiss me too, then remember it. That way we’ll, we’ll be even!”

    Oh boy… Yan Zhen’s eyes went wide – was this trying to get leverage over him?

    No need for that Elder Cousin, it was all an accident just now!

    “Elder Cousin, don’t be like this, we can talk it out as cousins.”

    Yan Ruyu suddenly hugged Yan Zhen, her seemingly frail jade-like arms erupting with astonishing strength, firmly locking him in place.

    “Enough talk! You, hurry up and kiss me, or else we’ll perish together!”

    Saying that, Yan Ruyu even started circulating her profound power, looking ready to fight to the death.

    Yan Zhen was stuck.

    — What is even happening, seriously!

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c65

    65 Yan Ruyu Takes the Initiative

    “Cousin, open the door~”

    Yan Meng’er symbolically knocked on the door with her little fist. Seeing that Yan Zhen didn’t respond for a long time, she even pressed her little ear against the wooden door, eavesdropping on the movement inside.
    Bang bang bang, the sound of profound power exploding was clearly audible, obviously the two people inside had started fighting.

    — Very good, Elder Cousin didn’t back out at the last moment!

    So the resentment quickly dissipated from her pretty little face, replaced by the wicked smile of a successful schemer, looking like a little fox that stole a chicken.

    “Dear Elder Cousin, I took a huge risk angering Cousin for your sake. The rest is up to you, don’t disappoint me~”

    Inside the martial arts field, Yan Zhen and Yan Ruyu began sparring, maintaining a certain distance as they ran around the empty field.

    Yan Zhen would use Qi Vortex Technique from time to time to pull Yan Ruyu and also use Qigong Finger for long-range attacks. Multitasking, as long as he could pull Yan Ruyu over or hit her three times with his finger force within the set time, one round of training would be completed.

    Meanwhile, Yan Ruyu resisted the vortex’s pull while dodging or slashing apart the air pellets shot at her with her sword, trying her best to create difficulties for Yan Zhen.

    Soon, time was up. The two withdrew their profound power and stopped, walking to the middle of the field to summarize.

    “The effective range of your Qi Vortex Technique is only around ten meters. Accounting for a Mystic Disciple’s resistance, you have to be within five meters to feel like you’ll be forcibly pulled over.”

    Yan Ruyu shared her observations from this hour.

    Yan Zhen nodded thoughtfully.

    “Five meters isn’t the limit of Qi Vortex Technique. It’s because I haven’t mastered it well yet, it can still be improved further; Qigong Finger’s accuracy is there, but the shooting angles aren’t tricky enough, easily blocked by you. At this level it can’t disrupt Lan Ke.”

    “Let’s keep training. Your progress is quite obvious, proving the training is very effective.”

    “Aren’t you tired, Ruyu?”

    Yan Zhen’s sudden concern made Yan Ruyu a bit overwhelmed.

    “I’m, I’m fine.”

    “Eat a medicinal pill to recover first.”

    Saying that, Yan Zhen took out a jade bottle from his storage ring and poured out two round pills, one each.

    “Is this… a Minor(small) Primordial Pill?” Yan Ruyu was shocked, then stared at Yan Zhen with a deep gaze, “So you did have more! You were lying to us before about picking them up at a stall, right?”

    Yan Zhen chuckled and said offhandedly:
    “I don’t have that many. If I didn’t say that, how could I deal with you all asking me for some?”

    “Who would covet your petty gains.” Yan Ruyu held the pill and glanced at Yan Zhen, “Then why take it out now?”

    “Heh, Ruyu, you’re helping me train, I can’t be stingy.”

    “Hmph, at least you have a conscience~”
    Yan Ruyu mumbled softly, but the corners of her mouth curved up slightly. She took the pill and started meditating.

    After a short break, the cousins resumed sparring.

    A faint spiritual fire ignited between Yan Zhen’s brows as he meticulously controlled his profound power output, concentrating the force on pulling the target instead of wildly sucking in air.

    The vortex in his hands slowly shrank to the naked eye, but the erupting suction force got stronger. Yan Ruyu was caught off guard and stumbled from the pull. She quickly used her sword to steady herself.

    At the same time, Yan Zhen also shot compressed air pellets at her. One grazed her shoulder, one passed by her leg, and the last one was blocked by her sword.

    Where she was hit felt a burning pain, like being whipped, but fortunately Qigong Finger wasn’t very lethal, just superficial wounds.

    “Ruyu, are you alright?”

    Yan Zhen stopped his assault.

    Seeing the concern on his face, Yan Ruyu was happy in her heart, but also annoyed at herself for being unimpressive. She bit her lip and said:

    “Keep going, one more hit left. I won’t let you shoot me so easily again.”

    Yan Zhen felt relieved, a confident smile appearing on his lips:

    “That’s not up to you, Ruyu. I’ve already grasped the trick~”

    The two trained from morning till dusk, resting twice in between.

    “Whoosh!”

    An air pellet came flying. Yan Ruyu raised her arm, blocking with her sword horizontally. However, the pellet’s impact exceeded her expectations. The moment it touched the blade, it exploded, knocking her sword out of her hand.

    Losing her sword, Yan Ruyu blanked for a second. Then a powerful suction came from ahead, making her whole body fly over uncontrollably.

    “Ahh!”

    Seeing that she was about to crash into Yan Zhen, that handsome face that made her lose control getting closer and closer, Yan Ruyu panicked in midair. She closed her eyes and flailed her arms wildly.

    Yan Zhen originally wanted to catch Yan Ruyu by the waist and steadily receive his cousin, but was hit on the chin by her wildly swinging fists, even making his teeth go numb.
    — Ouch!

    Yan Zhen fell with a cry. Yan Ruyu also fell down, landing right on top of him, just like Yan Meng’er before.

    The difference was, Yan Meng’er did it on purpose, while Yan Ruyu didn’t mean to.

    The two cousins, one on top and one on the bottom, stared into each other’s eyes, even their breathing stopped.

    This was the first time Yan Zhen observed Yan Ruyu’s face at such close range.

    A pointy melon seed face, delicate distinct features, like natural sculpture.

    Her looks could be said to be the best among the four girls, she just didn’t like to dress up usually, so she wasn’t as eye-catching as the other three.

    From the intense cultivation, her whole body was drenched in fragrant sweat, but there was no body odor. Instead, it released an even richer fragrance, like the best wine being stimulated.

    Yan Zhen felt his body had already gotten feverish and reacted, he had to push her away quickly. He made her cry once before for the sake of the plot, he couldn’t do that now.

    “…”

    This was also the first time Yan Ruyu observed Yan Zhen’s face at such close range.

    Fair and slightly youthful, now covered in a sheen of sweat that soaked his bangs, adding a manly air.

    His eyes were a distinct black and white, seemingly lit by a bright flame in his pupils. His gaze was as warm as sunshine, making her heart flutter nonstop.

    But Yan Ruyu’s focus gradually fell to his lips, because she recalled what her cousin said last night:

    “I even stole a kiss from Cousin, hehe, on the lips of course~”

    *Gulp*

    She swallowed, then lowered her head as if possessed, taking Yan Zhen’s lips in her mouth.

    Yan Zhen was about to speak when Yan Ruyu suddenly kissed him. He froze, eyes wide open, clearly shocked.

    — A man and woman tumble into a heap then accidentally kiss? So clichéd! I’m, I’m in a Wish-fulfillment Novel world with no female lead, right?

    The thought had just surfaced when Yan Zhen felt his cousin start nibbling on his lips, her movements light like a kitten drinking milk, making him feel both numb and itchy, very comfortable.

    However, Yan Zhen couldn’t understand:

    What kind of situation is this? Could it be not a clichéd fan service event, but his cousin taking the initiative to kiss him? Is that possible?

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 102

    Chapter 102: Your Sister and Ex-Fiancée Are Both Amazing!

    As Mu Zhi’an left the room and headed towards the courtyard, he noticed Wei Mengrou standing in the shadows, her aura concealed. She had also heard Ling Long’s cry this morning and was staring towards the cliff, lost in thought.

    “What are you thinking about, Mengrou?” he asked, approaching her.

    She snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at him, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. “You seem… energetic…”

    She was referring to his activities with Bai Ruoxi last night.

    He was immune to her taunts, even enjoying her judgmental gaze. “I could be even more energetic…” he chuckled, his gaze meeting hers.

    “Even with… one more person…”

    She scoffed. “If the Ye sisters or Senior Sister Lan come looking for you tonight, I won’t stop them. Don’t blame me for the consequences.”

    If they came knocking and she pretended to be unaware, it would be a disaster.

    He was working hard every night, helping Bai Ruoxi with her cultivation, being a good Samaritan. It would be awkward if he was caught in the act.

    “No one would come looking for me at night,” he said, smiling dismissively.

    But he made a mental note of the possibility. This wasn’t the Mu Manor. He hadn’t set up any formations here. If someone entered and Wei Mengrou didn’t stop them…

    And if they heard certain sounds coming from Bai Ruoxi’s room…

    He shivered at the thought.

    It seemed he needed to learn some formations. At least enough to detect intruders.

    Being a time management master wasn’t easy. He sighed inwardly, then changed the subject. “That was Ling Long calling, right? Want to go see what’s happening?”

    She hesitated, then nodded. “Alright.”

    They left the courtyard, her aura still concealed, her figure blending into the shadows as she followed him.

    They stepped out of the palace, and a breathtaking view unfolded before them. Towering peaks, shrouded in mist, white cranes soaring through the sky. They were Eight Treasures Cranes, named for their nutritious properties. In other words, they were edible treasures.

    Of course, no one in the Two Polarities Sect would dare to hunt them. They were raised by the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak, as gifts for his master and rewards for exceptional disciples. Stealing the peak lord’s cranes, the consequences would be severe.

    The peaks were connected by golden bridges, formed from special talismans, suspended in the air. And on the bridge outside their palace, numerous disciples were gathered, gazing towards the cliff, searching for Ling Long. Some were even tempted to jump, hoping to encounter a miracle and gain the dragon’s favor.

    Of course, temptation didn’t mean action. If they jumped and Ling Long realized they were seeking personal gain and refused to bring them back, they would die. No one wanted to take that risk.

    “There are so many people… It’ll be difficult to approach Ling Long…” Mu Zhi’an frowned, looking at the crowd.

    He wondered why the dragon had cried out last night. He had planned to wait until the disciples had forgotten about the incident, then he would visit Ling Long and ask about his pink destiny. But now, with so many eyes watching, he didn’t want to become the center of attention. He had to come up with a plan. He scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on a figure in black robes.

    He recognized him instantly. It was Ye Yu, the Chosen One.

    Perhaps he will be chosen by Ling Long, he thought to himself. Ye Yu might be foolish at times, but his destiny was undeniably strong. And with the old man’s guidance, he might indeed receive some blessing from the dragon.

    As he thought this, Ye Yu seemed to sense his gaze, turning to look at him. He scanned Mu Zhi’an’s surroundings, confirming that he wasn’t accompanied by any female disciples, and he chuckled, approaching him, his voice laced with mockery. “It seems yesterday’s events were troublesome for you, Young Master Mu?”

    He wants Ye Qian, but he won’t give up on Ye Lingxuan, and he even wants to keep Bai Ruoxi. He deserves this.

    Mu Zhi’an, understanding the sarcasm in his words, sighed. “It was indeed troublesome. Appeasing both Qian’er and Lingxuan, it wasn’t easy…”

    He probably doesn’t know that Lingxuan is already disillusioned with him. Ye Yu chuckled inwardly, his expression unchanged. “You should focus on one, Young Master Mu. Otherwise, everyone will abandon you. Even Miss Bai…”

    Bai Ruoxi, with her pride and beauty, wouldn’t tolerate a two-timing man. If he told her about Mu Zhi’an’s visit to Ye Qian last night… A plan began to form in his mind.

    He noticed a slight fluctuation in Mu Zhi’an’s aura, and he chuckled. “It seems you didn’t sleep well last night…”

    He would be unable to sleep as well if he had experienced what Mu Zhi’an had.

    Mu Zhi’an smiled, unfazed. “I had to cultivate with Ruoxi…”

    Ye Yu’s smile faltered, his gaze sharpening.

    He quickly regained his composure, his voice calm. “Whether you cultivated with Miss Bai or not, it’s irrelevant. She has nothing to do with me anymore.”

    Mu Zhi’an nodded, smiling. “You’re right.”

    He wasn’t interested in sharing details about Bai Ruoxi’s attributes. Let Ye Yu delude himself, believing he had won. It was amusing.

    He looked away, heading towards the bridge. He decided to explore the area, searching for a secluded spot where he could communicate with Ling Long.

    As he turned to leave, he paused, glancing back at Ye Yu, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Qian’er’s rouge, it smells nice…”

    Ye Yu simply smiled, unfazed.

    Mu Zhi’an thought he had everything under control. If he hadn’t visited Ye Lingxuan last night, he might have won. His naive cousin had been completely bewitched by his sweet words. But if Lingxuan knew, it would be a different story.

    He watched as Mu Zhi’an walked away, chuckling inwardly, then he noticed something. Mu Zhi’an retrieved a porcelain bottle from his storage ring. And on the bottle, he saw a Ye engraved on the surface.

    It was a Ye family bottle! Fifth-grade pills, Spirit Replenishing Pills?! How did he get those?!

    The Ye family didn’t have any fifth-grade pills. Even he didn’t have any. Yet Mu Zhi’an had just casually retrieved one and consumed it. And the bottle, it clearly bore the Ye family’s mark!

    He had received them from someone in the Ye family. Qian’er wouldn’t have such valuable pills. But who else could give him such a rare gift…?

    The answer was obvious. The only one who could casually give away such valuable pills, it was Ye Lingxuan, with her mysterious background.

    His smile vanished, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s retreating figure, his mind screaming:

    She gave him those pills?!

    Impossible! She wouldn’t give him such a valuable gift after knowing about his two-timing behavior!

    Unless…

    Perhaps she hadn’t given them to him last night. Perhaps she had given them to him earlier, and he was only using them now.

    He felt a flicker of relief.

    His gaze shifted, landing on a figure in a purple dress, walking towards them, her smile elegant and captivating, her skirt swirling gracefully.

    The other disciples couldn’t help but stare. A beauty like Ye Lingxuan was rare, even in the Two Polarities Sect. Even though they were all focused on Ling Long, they couldn’t resist glancing at her.

    He looked up, about to speak, but her gaze was fixed on Mu Zhi’an, her voice clear and sweet.

    “Brother Mu.”

    And then, to his astonishment, she hurried after him.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 101

    Chapter 101: It’s a Big Deal, the Whole Sect is Talking

    After settling Ye Qian for the night, Mu Zhi’an left her room and made his way to Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard. He saw her sitting by the window, lost in thought.

    She seemed to sense his presence, turning to look at him, her voice laced with curiosity. “What brings you here so late, Young Master Mu?”

    “There’s something I wanted to tell you, and I also wanted to… chat… Is it convenient for you to open the door, Lingxuan?” he asked, smiling.

    She shook her head. “Just tell me what you have to say. I’m about to rest.”

    She had a feeling that if she let him in, it wouldn’t be just a simple chat.

    “I went to see Qian’er tonight,” he said, his gaze meeting hers.

    She’s not surprised. She already knows. He noticed her calm demeanor, her lack of reaction, and he understood.

    “Why are you telling me this, Young Master Mu?” she asked, finally lowering her hand, her gaze fixed on his.

    She might be naive when it came to romance, but she was intelligent in other areas. With more experience, she would become formidable.

    …In many ways…

    He met her gaze, his expression sincere. “I want to be honest with you, Lingxuan. I don’t want to have any regrets…”

    She smiled faintly. “You visited Qian’er late at night, and now you’re telling me about it… Is that what you call… honesty…?”

    “She’s a kind girl, and she’s easily hurt. I was worried she would dwell on things and blame herself…” he said, his voice laced with a carefully crafted concern.

    She nodded silently.

    He was right. She had grown up with Ye Qian. She understood her sister’s nature. If left alone with her thoughts, she might indeed spiral. That was why she had hoped he would comfort her. But hearing that he had actually gone to see her, it filled her with a strange discomfort.

    He glanced at the snow lotus in the vase on her table, his heart easing. “You must be tired after today’s exams, Lingxuan. I won’t disturb you any longer.”

    She studied him, her gaze lingering on his face.

    He had used a lot of spiritual energy controlling the formation during the exams. She hesitated, then retrieved a bottle of pills from her storage ring, handing it to him through the window.

    “What’s this?” he asked, looking up at her. His handsome face, already pale, seemed even more fragile in the moonlight.

    She remembered how he had exhausted himself helping her and Qian’er pass the exams, and her annoyance faded, her expression softening. “There are three Spirit Replenishing Pills. Take one tonight, and your spiritual energy should be fully recovered by morning.”

    Spirit Replenishing Pills… They were fifth-grade pills, usually sold for at least twenty or thirty thousand spirit stones, and they were often out of stock. She truly was wealthy.

    He looked at her, his voice soft. “You’re so kind, Lingxuan.”

    She blushed slightly, her voice regaining its usual coldness. “Please behave yourself, Young Master Mu.”

    “Are you still angry with me?” he sighed. “Honestly, Lingxuan, hearing you call me Brother Mu would be more beneficial to my recovery than any pill.”

    She felt the warmth of his hand against hers, his gaze intense, and even she, usually so calm and composed, felt a flicker of panic. She placed the pills in his hand and quickly pulled away, turning to face the window, her voice a soft murmur.

    “It’s late, Young Master Mu. You should go.”

    He stared at her, then sighed. “I’ll leave you to rest then, Lingxuan.”

    He turned and walked away.

    She watched him go, his figure silhouetted against the moonlight, a strange loneliness surrounding him.

    She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it.

    “…Brother Mu…”

    As he reached the edge of the courtyard, her voice, soft as a whisper, drifted towards him, then she quickly closed the window, as if hiding her expression.

    He paused, but he didn’t turn back, his heart light as he walked away, the pills clutched in his hand.

    Under the cover of darkness, he knocked on Bai Ruoxi’s door and saw her meditating on her bed. She wore a loose white robe, her figure alluring, her aura cold and pristine. A white sphere of light hovered before her, its radiance gentle, purifying the surrounding spiritual energy, making it easier to absorb.

    He approached her bed and sat beside her.

    She opened her eyes, as if sensing his presence, her long lashes fluttering. She looked at him, her expression calm, not surprised. “Where did you go tonight, Mu Lang?”

    “I was learning about the sect. It might be useful in the future,” he replied, looking at her.

    She had applied makeup, her lips a delicate pink, her usually cold face softened by a hint of allure.

    “What kind of information?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

    He removed his robe, draping it over her shoulders, pulling her close. “It’s nothing important. Don’t worry about it.”

    She melted against him, her initial curiosity fading as she gazed up at him, her eyes filled with adoration, her cheeks flushed.

    He wasn’t surprised by her reaction. She might appear aloof and unattainable, but he had discovered that she was actually insecure and easily swayed. His embrace, so bold and intimate, she couldn’t resist.

    “You chose me today. Senior Sister Lan and the others, they must be angry… Is it alright…?” she murmured, her voice filled with concern.

    He looked down at her, her beauty captivating, her aura both cold and fragile. Her talent was so overwhelming that most would feel inferior in her presence. But he wasn’t like most men. He wasn’t intimidated. He wanted to conquer her, to see her lose her composure, her coldness replaced by passion.

    “The snow lotus, it resembles you the most. I was just being honest…” he said, his arm tightening around her waist.

    “If it resembles me… why did you give it to the others?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

    “Senior Sister helped us in Tianxuan City. Giving her a valuable pill would be too obvious, a bribe. But the snow lotus, it’s different…” he explained.

    “What about Lingxuan?”

    “She was hostile towards me. We’re fellow disciples now. I want to get along with them.”

    She buried her face in his chest, her lips pursing slightly. She seemed unhappy. The softness and shyness she had displayed earlier, it had vanished.

    She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, her expression softening, her usual demeanor returning. “You’ve offended Senior Sister Lan. She might not talk to you anymore.”

    “Lingxuan seemed angry as well. And Qian’er, she was staring at me…”

    “They’re all so scary… Mu Lang…”

    “If you encounter any problems, come to me. We’ll face them together.”

    That’s right, they’re all scary, only Ruoxi understands me. Her “Mu Lang,” it was a declaration of her position as his primary consort. He chuckled inwardly, looking down at her worried expression, her lips now a different shade of pink.

    Lan Mulian, she would be difficult to appease. He could salvage the situation, but it would take time.

    He pulled her closer, his thoughts racing as he lay down on the bed.

    She gasped, then realized what was happening, her cheeks flushing as she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and desire. She turned away, her voice a soft whisper. “Mu Lang… what are you doing…?”

    “Cultivating,” he replied, his voice serious.

    She frowned. “Why are we lying down to cultivate…?”

    He covered her mouth with his hand. “Don’t talk. Just enjoy the moment.”

    He kissed her cheek, then her lips.

    Dawn approached, the sky gradually brightening.

    He lay in bed, exhausted but content, Bai Ruoxi’s soft body nestled against his. He was about to drift back to sleep when…

    “Aaaa~”

    A beautiful, song-like sound echoed through the air, startling Bai Ruoxi awake. She looked towards the door.

    The sound came from outside.

    “…Is that… Ling Long…?” she murmured.

    “Don’t worry. Let’s rest for a while,” he said, pulling her closer.

    Ye Yu opened his eyes.

    The dragon’s mournful cry had awakened everyone in the sect, not just Mu Zhi’an.

    “What does it mean, Master?” he asked the old man within him.

    “Legend has it that there’s an ancient dragon residing within the Two Polarities Sect. It favors those with great destiny, granting them even greater fortune. If you could gain its favor, it would be immensely beneficial to your cultivation,” the old man explained.

    Ling Long! A flicker of hope ignited within him.

    He had spent the previous night meditating after passing the exams, so he hadn’t seen the dragon. But he had heard from other disciples that it had appeared, that it had even seemed interested in Bai Ruoxi, but for some reason, it had left.

    Clearly, she wasn’t its target. Perhaps her great destiny had attracted its attention, but it had rejected her because she wasn’t worthy.

    There were three individuals with great destiny from Tianxuan City, but the true Chosen One, it was him. If Ling Long appeared today, it would be his chance to prove himself.

    The next day, Mu Zhi’an woke early.

    Core Formation cultivators didn’t need much sleep, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators could function with minimal rest. They spent most of their time meditating or exploring alternative cultivation methods, such as dual cultivation.

    He glanced at Bai Ruoxi, who was still sleeping, and carefully got out of bed. A delicate white hand emerged from the blankets, grasping his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed. She snuggled against him, her voice soft and alluring. “Where are you going, Mu Lang?”

    She had been so aloof last night, but now, perhaps because she had just woken up, she was clingy, like a kitten seeking its master’s affection.

    It’s cute. He enjoyed her warmth against him, stroking her hair. “Didn’t you hear Ling Long calling early this morning? I want to go see what’s happening.”

    He had promised to visit the dragon in two days, but it had already started calling. Perhaps it was impatient. He would have to visit it sooner than planned.

    “The inner disciple selections are in a few days. Don’t forget to meditate, Mu Lang,” she reminded him softly.

    He smiled, nodding. “Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

    He paused, then added, “For your sake, I’ll continue to help you tonight.”

    He had accepted his fate. Since being a Vessel didn’t benefit him directly, and dual cultivation only worked on the other person, he would focus on helping those close to him improve their cultivation.

    Of course, it was a gradual process.

    But before cultivating, he had another matter to attend to. After Ling Long’s cry this morning, more disciples would surely flock to the cliff, hoping to catch its attention. He wouldn’t be able to meet it secretly if this continued.

    He had to come up with a plan. He held Bai Ruoxi close, his mind racing as he contemplated the complexities of human nature.

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 39

    Chapter 39: Pretending to be Weak is Hard Work

    Stunning Love. Loseweisse had crafted this potion for Jie Luo.

    She had been deeply in love with him, yearning to be his wife, to merge their souls, to offer him her maidenhood…

    But for some reason, Jie Luo had been… resistant.

    No, she couldn’t think of him that way.

    Loseweisse shook her head, banishing the disrespectful thought. Jie Luo had been focused on saving the world, his mind unburdened by such trivial matters. He wasn’t like Qin Chu, a pathetic, insecure creature.

    Despite her repeated hints, even outright propositions, Jie Luo had remained unmoved.

    Desperate and fearing that another woman might steal him away, she had delved into forbidden knowledge, seeking a way to ensure his affections.

    Stunning Love was her solution.

    She had succeeded, but before she could administer the potion, Jie Luo had died.

    Though she felt it was a waste, it was the perfect tool for controlling Qin Chu.

    If he consumed all seven vials, he would fall madly in love with her, becoming her loyal slave, his will subservient to hers. She could command him to do anything, even to end his own life.

    This way, she wouldn’t have to endure his touch, wouldn’t have to sully her pure body with his presence.

    But she couldn’t administer the potion herself. It was too suspicious, its appearance too unusual.

    Angelica, as his maid, was the perfect candidate.

    Of course, Angelica wouldn’t obey her readily. She would need to devise a plan.

    As Loseweisse pondered her options, she retrieved a magical scroll from another drawer.

    It contained a powerful mental magic spell, Mind Control.

    Stunning Love, Mind Control… A closer inspection of the Holy Maiden’s chambers would reveal a collection of forbidden artifacts, items banned from public circulation.

    Mental magic, due to its unpredictable nature and potential for abuse, was strictly prohibited in the Heavenly Continent. Those with an aptitude for it were exceedingly rare, appearing only once or twice every few centuries.

    Loseweisse possessed this rare talent. Mental magic was difficult to master. Despite years of study, she could only cast it reliably when her mental state was perfectly balanced. Even the slightest emotional disturbance could lead to failure, even to a backlash that could damage her soul.

    Due to its instability, it was unsuitable for combat. So, she had imbued the scroll with the spell while her mind was at peace. Anyone could activate the scroll, regardless of their magical abilities.

    The control it offered wasn’t absolute. The target would become a puppet for three hours, obeying the caster’s every command. After three hours, the spell would dissipate, and the target would have no memory of their actions or the events surrounding the spell’s activation.

    This should be enough to control Angelica. She had to make Qin Chu consume the first vial of Stunning Love, no matter the cost.

    If Angelica cooperated, she wouldn’t have to waste this precious scroll.

    But she wouldn’t handle this personally.

    Meanwhile, at the Hero’s residence, Ekaterina was instructing Qin Chu in the art of Battle Qi within the training grounds.

    She acted like a doting older sister, meticulously correcting his every movement.

    “Though most people believe that Battle Qi and magic are distinct forces, at our level of power, they share the same origin: the manipulation of elemental energy.”

    “The difference lies in the method of application. Magic involves storing elemental energy within the body and releasing it during combat. By manipulating its sequence, pure magic can achieve incredible destructive power.”

    “Battle Qi also utilizes elemental energy, but instead of releasing it, it’s integrated into the body, enhancing physical abilities like speed, strength, and defense. It can also be imbued into weapons, increasing their power.”

    “Your first task is to sense the elemental energy present in the air.”

    Ekaterina, despite her ulterior motives, proved to be a capable instructor, patiently guiding Qin Chu through concepts he already understood.

    Qin Chu sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, but his mind perceived a vibrant kaleidoscope of colors: fiery red like the sun, icy blue like a glacier, deep blue like a raging ocean, and electric purple like a thunderclap…

    Rebirth had enhanced his innate talent.

    It was said that sensing even a faint spark of elemental energy within a day was a sign of exceptional talent. Qin Chu didn’t know what it meant to perceive the sun’s fiery energy so clearly.

    “The Battle Qi I’ll teach you is called Star Flame,” Ekaterina said, her voice filled with pride. “When mastered, its destructive power rivals that of a falling meteor. It’s one of the highest-tier Battle Qi techniques. Can you sense… tiny sparks, like embers, within the air?”

    Qin Chu, his eyes still closed, feigned disappointment. “I’m sorry, I can’t see anything.”

    Idiot, Ekaterina thought, her patience wearing thin.

    “And your hand is too high. Lower it slightly.”

    She knelt behind him, her body pressing against his back as she adjusted his posture. He could feel the warmth of her body through her thin dress.

    “Don’t try to see it with your eyes. Feel it with your heart,” she instructed.

    Feel it with his heart… Yes, that was much clearer.

    Ekaterina’s face, close to his shoulder, was almost touching his. He could feel the softness of her skin against his cheek.

    Strands of her red hair tickled his nose and face.

    She watched him, his face flushed, his breathing quickening.

    She decided to retreat before he lost control, before his instincts overwhelmed his reason, before he pushed her down and…

    No, that wasn’t her concern. She feared that, without Loseweisse’s presence to restrain her, she might lose control herself, killing him and ruining their plan to resurrect Jie Luo.

    For Jie Luo, she could endure a little… discomfort. But she wouldn’t let this boy take advantage of her.

    She patted his shoulder and stood up. “Qin Chu, practice diligently. Don’t slack off. I’ll be back this evening to check on your progress.”

    Her “business” involved drinking. In his previous life, he had been the one carrying her back home after her drunken escapades.

    Everyone knew the Hero was training. No one would disturb him.

    Qin Chu opened his eyes. In a single afternoon, he had mastered the first layer of the thirteen-layered Star Flame Battle Qi technique, condensing Battle Origin within his body!

    Though the first layer wasn’t difficult to master, his speed was still astonishing. In his previous life, it had taken him half a month to achieve this.

    His biggest challenge wasn’t mastering the technique but hiding his progress from Ekaterina.

    Her constant presence behind him, her warm body pressed against his back, the feel of her soft skin against his cheek… It had been distracting, making it difficult to conceal his true talent.

    He sighed.

    “Pretending to be weak is hard work.”

  • Mistaken Era 55

    Chapter 55

    Thinking of this, Qin He forcefully suppressed the anger on his face and said to Wan Lianshi in a gentle tone, “Senior Martial Brother, I was out of line earlier. Please do not take it to heart.”

    Wan Lianshi understood this junior brother of his all too well.

    Compared to being cooped up in the king’s manor like a dog, this junior brother had been living like an immortal these past few years. After eating meat for a few days, he seemed to have forgotten that he was also a dog, even daring to glare at him earlier!

    So after listening to Qin He’s apology, Wan Lian Shi just coldly sneered and said: “Junior Brother, I know what you’re thinking. After all, as the leader of a sect, not having to listen to anyone’s orders must be such a joy. But you must not forget, your life was ‘borrowed’ for you by your Master. Without him, you couldn’t live for even a day! Since there’s nothing else, you should hurry back. Remember! You must definitely ruin Cui Xiaoxiao’s reputation. She cannot be spared from any of the calamities she’s meant to experience!”

    Their words just now fell squarely on Xiaoxiao’s ears without missing a single syllable, making her head buzz.

    That Prince…he even knew about her tampering with Wei Jie’s life calculations!

    And he still wanted to fan the flames, making sure her own descent into demonic ways was set in stone?

    Xiaoxiao could curse out an entire thick volume of the Sect’s secret manuals without repeating herself!

    She was even more convinced now that the page from the Book of Life and Death mentioned by the Wei Family’s Grandmother had fallen into Prince Cang’s hands.

    That page, like herself, was something that should not exist in this era two hundred years ago.

    Cuan Wang’s thoughts ran unfathomably deep. With such a thing in his possession, it would truly throw the whole world into chaos!

    The only question was, where would he hide that remaining page?

    As for Wei Jue, upon overhearing their plot to ruin Xiaoxiao’s reputation and force her onto the demonic path, he silently clenched his fists.

    He wondered, if one day she truly did turn demonic and become the enemy of all under Heaven, and he too abandoned her, then who would be by her side to protect her?

    Picturing her alone and isolated, sitting on a cliff’s edge, it overlapped with his countless solitary nights spent with only the night wind as company.

    That kind of desolate coldness, he was all too familiar with it, yet he couldn’t bear for this frail girl to suffer it alone…

    Thinking of such a tragic scene, he unconsciously tightened his grip on Xiaoxiao’s hand.

    At this moment, he had completely forgotten that he and Cui Xiaoxiao were going through a cold period, keeping their distance, vowing to never be her protector again.

    His grip tightened without him realizing, to the point that Xiaoxiao felt pain, but fearing discovery, she could only let him hold on.

    The two of them had remained invisible this whole time, unable to see each other. To avoid getting separated, they held hands. But with such force from him, that was unnecessary – unless he did it intentionally?

    After the secret meeting with his junior brother, Wan Lian Shi then made his way to the front hall once more.

    Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie did not dare to get too close to him, so after a while, they returned to the front hall.

    At this time, the main hall was bustling. The tableware on the tables was in disarray, and a group of dancing girls in thin clothes were dancing gracefully.

    It seems that the pill that Wan Lianshi gave had taken effect, and the Crown Prince was drunk and swaying. The concubine beside him could not even support him, but he was still murmuring that he wanted to drink.

    Prince Can smiled and asked Wan Lianshi to arrange for servants to lead the Crown Prince and the ladies to rest.

    After the guests had all dispersed, leaving only the lingering scent of alcohol and the lonely shadows of the lamps, the smile on Prince Can’s face also faded.

    He recalled the Crown Prince’s debauchery in front of him, and a gloomy undercurrent flowed in his eyes.

    When Wan Lian had settled the Crown Prince and the others, he came back to report.

    Hearing that the Crown Prince had settled down, Prince Can coldly snorted, “His father sent him here to inspect the military supplies of the three regions, but he is just playing all the way, completely forgetting his duty! The courtesan parade on the streets of the city is also arranged by the local officials under his command?”

    Wan Lianshi lowered his head and said, “Someone was boasting about the beauty of the courtesan Siling in front of the Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince immediately ordered the local officials to summon Siling. But Siling has been missing, so those people, in order to please the Crown Prince, staged the courtesan parade tonight. However, the Crown Prince is now in such a state that he will probably not be able to get up for a few days. I have instructed people to drive those flower carts out of the city.”

    Prince Can coldly said, “The curfew in Luoyi City these days is to prevent people from taking advantage of the chaos to sneak in. It’s almost ruined by this drunkard… Is there any report on whether there have been any suspicious people sneaking into the city in the past two days?”

    Wan Lianshi hurriedly comforted, “Please rest assured, my blood symbol net has covered the entire city. No matter how high the cultivation, as long as they sneak in, they will be marked by the blood symbol and can never wash it off! And at the city gate, there are snake-eyed people on guard, nothing can escape their detection. As for others, I can’t say for sure, but that Cui Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie definitely can’t get in! I have already investigated their village, and after tonight, I will send people to slaughter the village. At that time, the righteous sects will also go there from time to time, and they can catch the evil woman red-handed…”

    Prince Can nodded and closed his eyes in contemplation, but soon, there was a noisy commotion outside again.

    He stood up and walked out of the front hall, looking up at the vast stars in the sky, but his ears heard the sound of strings and bamboos coming from the Crown Prince’s courtyard.

    Soon, someone came to report that although the Crown Prince was heavily drunk, his habit of being lulled to sleep by the soft music and songs had not changed, so there was still soft music and singing in the courtyard until late at night.

    Xiaoxiao, hidden in the dark, clearly saw that Prince Can’s usually smooth and shiny face suddenly showed a sense of weariness and old age that did not match his age.

    His expression revealed an indescribable sense of powerlessness and gloom. Looking up at the starry sky, he said after a long while, “I have always been unwilling to believe in fate, but looking at this Crown Prince of the Great Qi… When the world is handed over to such a profligate, how long can it last?”

    When he said this, Xiaoxiao was hiding not far from Prince Can, and she could clearly see the hatred and disappointment in the prince’s eyes towards the imperial house of the Xia family. The desolate tone made people unable to remain unmoved.

    Such a sense of loss and concern for the world could not be from someone unrelated to the Xia family.

    She originally guessed that this Prince Can was an imposter, but now looking at the prince’s barely concealed resentment, he did not seem to be a fake.

    So Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but ponder: Is this prince really Prince Can? Could her previous judgment be wrong?

    She also thought about the original timeline, where this prince presented the enlightened beast, which caused a great drought and widespread rumors, leading to the current unstable imperial position.

    Before, she thought Prince Cann was coveting the imperial throne, but later he chose a supposedly adopted son of the royal clan to ascend the throne, and he himself did not become the emperor, which did not seem like someone who was obsessed with imperial power.

    However, Xiaoxiao remembered the imperial power struggle two hundred years ago, and it was this Crown Prince who aroused Prince Can’s dissatisfaction, and then the prince maneuvered to make the father and son lose the imperial throne.

    If that was the case, this Prince Can’s methods were so brilliant, as a distant vassal king, he could manipulate the entire imperial family.

    Counting the time, two hundred years later would be the time when the Great Xia was about to perish. But when Xiaoxiao traveled back, the world was still peaceful.

    At this moment, Wei Jie suddenly pulled her towards the eastern courtyard.

    When they reached a secluded place, Xiaoxiao asked, “Why did you bring me here?”

    Wei Jie’s voice was tense, “The bloodiness in this courtyard is particularly strong…”

    He had been living in this Mount, following the elders to hunt the escaped beasts from the underworld, so he was especially sensitive to the scent of the blood of demonic beasts.

    When he entered the palace, he had already sensed the strange smell, but the palace was filled with heavy incense, which covered up some of the bloody scent, making it difficult for him to locate the source.

    Now that the servants had removed the incense burners after the banquet, he could capture the undeniable scent of the demonic beast’s blood again.

    When they reached a place that seemed to be a study, Wei Jie sniffed and confirmed that the smell was coming from the underground of this study.

    If it was a private garden or a beast enclosure, it would be understandable. After all, Prince Can seemed to have the hobby of collecting rare fierce beasts.

    But in the study where books and writings were done, there was a bloody scent of a demonic beast, which was not easy to understand.

    Of course, this smell was covered by the soil layer, and if it were not for Wei Jie’s keen nose, ordinary people would not have noticed it. It’s just that he doesn’t know what Prince Can is up to.

    Wei Jie said in a low voice, “The Book of Life and Death is an object of the underworld, and it cannot be contaminated by the yang energy of the human world. Prince Can does not seem to be a lover of keeping pets, but he has spent a lot of money to buy all kinds of strange beasts. Perhaps he needs the blood of these strange beasts to nourish the remaining pages.”

    He said it very reasonably! So the remaining pages must be in the underground study! But how to enter the underground secret room?

    Wei Jie looked at the approaching Prince Can and said, “Just follow him, and we’ll be able to go there!”

    The nonsensical things that Wan Lianshi said earlier made Wei Jie frown.

    He didn’t understand why they were so targeted at Cui Xiaoxiao, spending so much effort to frame a small sect master who didn’t pose much threat to them.

    After all, this so-called Lingshan Talisman Sect only had Cui Xiaoxiao who was worth mentioning, and apart from her, no one had even heard of this name.

    This kind of sect that eats and drinks all day and occasionally cultivates a little bit, how could it hinder anyone?

    But Prince Can seemed to attach great importance to her, and it felt like using a dragon-slaying knife to kill a chicken. That cunning prince must have his reasons for doing so!

    Wei Jie felt that his teacher had many secrets, but her mouth was like a clam shell, unwilling to speak when she didn’t want to. He felt that the remaining page might be able to uncover Prince Can’s secrets, and perhaps also reveal his master’s.

    Prince Can did not walk very fast, and when there was no one around, his gait seemed to slow down a lot, making Xiaoxiao feel that he was an old man with a decrepit appearance.

    After walking for a while, Prince Can suddenly stopped in front of a high-hanging lamp in the study.

    This lamp was different from the brand new palace lamps, showing an ancient yellowish color. If one looked closely, they would find that the lamp was covered with a dense pattern of red silk threads.

    Prince Can reached out and adjusted the height of the lamp, then glanced back casually, and when he confirmed that there was no one, he entered the study and turned the secret passage.

    When Xiaoxiao passed by the lamp, she couldn’t help but look up, and was surprised to find that the pattern on the lamp was actually a dense network of blood vessels, and it seemed that blood was flowing rapidly inside.

    This lamp was alive?

    She didn’t have time to look closely, as she was pulled by Wei Jie to follow, but they found that it was pitch black inside, and even Xiaoxiao’s excellent eyesight needed some time to adapt before she could gradually see the surroundings.

    However, Prince Can had disappeared, and the two of them groped in the dark for a while before hearing Prince Can’s footsteps again.

    Fortunately, after walking a few steps, there were luminous pearls embedded in the walls of the passage, emitting a soft light under the reflection of a torch.

    Prince Can was walking alone in the passage, not too fast. And the passage was complex and winding. If they didn’t follow Prince Can, they would definitely get lost in this maze-like passage.

    They kept a distance from Prince Can, afraid of being discovered.

    Xiaoxiao looked at the figure in front of her, although it was still the same figure and attire, there seemed to be some subtle differences…

    When they reached a narrow corridor, Prince Can suddenly quickened his pace, almost running.

    Wei Jie’s eyes narrowed, knowing that the cunning prince must have sensed something, and he quickly rushed forward, grabbing Prince Can’s neck from behind: “Stay still, don’t move!”

    Wei Jie’s movements were swift, without any hesitation, and Prince Can’s throat was gripped, so even if he wanted to cry out in alarm, he couldn’t.

    But as soon as Wei Jie’s hand touched this person’s neck, his heart sank.

    Because the feel of this neck… was not right! That rough feeling was the kind of disguise commonly used by jianghu people to cover their true appearance!

    He immediately turned Prince Can around and tore off the mask on his face, revealing a face full of terror, which was not Prince Can at all, just someone who looked similar in stature!

    No wonder Xiaoxiao just felt that this person’s gait seemed to have changed…

    They had fallen into a trap.

    Xiaoxiao immediately shouted, “Retreat quickly!”

    But it was too late, just as Xiaoxiao was about to leave, iron bars suddenly fell in front of and behind them, trapping the three of them.

    These iron bars were forged with the bone powder of the iron dragon during the smelting process, unbreakable, and even the Punishing Sword could not split them without profound inner qi.

    At this moment, the fake prince suddenly showed a painful expression, clutching his abdomen desperately and shouting in despair, “No!”

    Xiaoxiao immediately formed a water shield to cover herself and Wei Jie.

    The next moment, the man’s abdomen suddenly swelled up and then exploded with a loud noise, spraying out poisonous blood that sizzled even the stone walls.

    If they had been splashed by this sudden explosion, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

    But since Xiaoxiao had set up the water shield, her spiritual power was no longer concentrated, and her figure naturally appeared.

    At this time, a clear laughter came from the passage: “This Prince was wondering who was so bold as to intrude into this king’s private residence. Miss Cui, you really are talented and daring!”

    Accompanied by the laughter, Prince Can appeared in the passage, his gaze sharp and piercing at the master and disciple.

    Wei Jie, although trapped, was not panicked, and just smiled at the prince: “Prince Can’s hospitality is still so thoughtful! I wonder when Prince Can discovered us?”

    Prince Can smiled slightly and pointed to the dim lamp beside him, held by a servant: “The North Marsh Snake Eyes come in pairs! One is at the city gate, and the other is on this lamp. Your invisibility skills are impressive, ordinary lamps cannot reveal your shadows, but when you two passed by the study door just now, you were caught by this snake-eye lamp…”

    Xiaoxiao suddenly understood, no wonder Prince Can had paused for a moment in front of the lamp, it turned out that he had discovered them through this lamp with blood vessel eyes!

    It seems that Prince Can had arranged some tricks in the passage, using a substitute with a poisonous insect in his belly to lure them here.

    Thinking of this, Xiaoxiao simply asked, “Now that Prince Can has caught us, what does he intend to do?”

    Prince Can looked at the handsome young man and beautiful woman in front of him, and said regretfully, “If it were in another season, this king would spare no effort to recruit you two talents. But alas, our fates have made us adversaries… Cui Xiaoxiao, you have already turned to the dark path, and your notorious reputation has spread far and wide. All the sects want to capture you, and this king does not want to interfere in the affairs of the righteous cultivation world, so I can only hand you over to them…”

    Only Cui Xiaoxiao suffered from slander and humiliation by the world, which could trigger her greatest demonic nature. Since she had replaced Wei Jie’s fate, she naturally had to experience his tribulations.

    Xiaoxiao smiled a little, “Those dirty rumors, Prince Can, you should know the best, why pretend to be so hypocritical? And if the righteous sects in the world knew about the precious page in your hands and the things you have done, do you think they would tolerate you?”

    Prince Can seemed to have taken an interest in chatting with these two tonight. He sat down on the chair brought by the servant and said comfortably, “So you also know about it? It seems that the Weis have exhausted their methods and have spilled the beans to you! But if you don’t care about the life and death of the Weis, you can certainly tell the world.”

    Prince Can was indeed well-informed and unafraid, firmly grasping the lives of others. He was confident that Wei Jie and Cui Xiaoxiao would not reveal the matter of the Book of Life and Death.

    As for Cui Xiaoxiao turning to the dark path, this was already a done deal. Adding a few more cases of injustice to her would not matter.

    Wei Jie walked to the iron bars and asked puzzledly, “You have schemed to frame Xiaoxiao, what is your real intention? Now that she has turned to the dark path, how does it benefit you?”

    Prince Can glanced casually at Wei Jie. In his eyes, this young man had already become a useless chess piece, as the fortune had shifted to Cui Xiaoxiao.

    But seeing him holding Cui Xiaoxiao’s hand tightly from the beginning, and remembering what Wan Lianshi had said, that the two of them had embraced and kissed in front of everyone in the forest, they were obviously a pair of lovers…

    These young master and disciple were indeed unreliable! Living together day and night, how could they not fall in love?

    Thinking of this, Prince Can’s eyes suddenly lit up – according to reason, Cui Xiaoxiao should have experienced the pain of losing her mother while going through the tribulation of slander, and her heart would have become cold and hard due to the loss of a beloved family member.

    Unfortunately, after asking Qin He, this Cui Xiaoxiao seemed to have no family at all, just an orphan girl.

    How to make a girl of unknown origin experience the pain of losing a loved one became a big problem for the old man.

    But now, if this Cui Xiaoxiao had a deep love for Wei Jie and was unwilling to part with him, wouldn’t that be equivalent to a family member?

    As long as Cui Xiaoxiao deeply loved Wei Jie, and then he killed Wei Jie in front of her, this fourth tribulation would be perfectly fulfilled.

    Thinking of this, he smiled meaningfully and tentatively asked, “It seems that the two of you are deeply in love, have you already become a pair of cultivating immortal partners? Truly joyous!”

    Xiaoxiao looked down at her tightly held hand with Wei Jie, and quickly let go, smiling wryly, “How is that possible? He and I are just master and disciple, don’t talk nonsense!”

    Wei Jie also had a cold expression on his brow, and did not deny it as Xiaoxiao let go of his hand, making it seem like they were just ordinary master and disciple.

    Prince Can suddenly realized, “Oh, so the two of you still have a paper-thin barrier and haven’t broken through yet! How should I deal with this?”

    Just then, Wan Lianshi, who was standing beside Prince Can, suddenly whispered something to him.

    Prince Can’s brows and eyes moved slightly, as if he was a little disdainful of it, then he stood up and said gently to Wan Lianshi, “These two distinguished guests have come to the prince’s mansion, I should make them feel at home. As for the rest… just do as you said.”

    After saying this, Prince Can had already left the passage at one end.

    Wan Lianshi looked at the two trapped behind the iron bars, his smile not reaching his eyes, “Prince is worried that Miss Cui is lonely without any family. Why not take this opportunity, under my witness, for the two of you to become husband and wife soon?”

    As he spoke, the walls of the passage suddenly extended countless bamboo tubes, and then a stream of pale pink thick smoke began to blow into the entire passage from those bamboo tubes, while Wan Lianshi laughed and left the passage with the servants.

    Wan Lianshi had seen many of the poisonous insects and evil beasts that the talents Prince Can recruited, and he knew that the best poisonous beasts required more painstaking care and patience to cultivate, waiting for them to grow bit by bit.

    And now the master wanted to cultivate a demon, a generation of demonic lord who had experienced all the sufferings of the human world and whose heart was filled with resentment and anger!

    The tribulations that this Cui Xiaoxiao needed to go through had only just begun, and Wan Lianshi would make this young lady experience all the countless sufferings!

    Thinking of this, Wan Lianshi laughed even louder as he quickly left the smoke-filled secret room.

    As for the two people trapped in the secret room, Wei Jie was well-informed, and when the pink smoke dispersed, he immediately sensed that something was wrong!

    This smoke… was made from the powdered Nanzhao insects, using musk as the lure and ignited into smoke.

    These insects,  were insects that could mate every day. Using the powder of such insects to make medicine, it was naturally a path of the lower realms, no matter male or female, young or old, as long as they were not completely dead, they would be aroused by this smoke. Even if they did not inhale it, just being in contact with the insect powder could also take effect.

    Wei Jie had closed his breath in time, but he had still been contaminated by a lot of the insect powder on his skin.

    As for Xiaoxiao, although she was alert and set up the water shield again, she still inhaled some.

    Although it was just a little bit, this insect powder quickly made her feel her limbs ache and her mind restless. The water shield she had just formed immediately dissolved in the pink smoke, completely defeated.

     

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 5

    Chapter 5: Heart Pierced Like an Arrow 

    “After school, I couldn’t find you.”

    “I thought maybe Dorothy had taken you away.”

    Hermione’s voice paused for a moment.

    “But she’s been a bit too greedy lately, and I was afraid that… the quality of your blood would decline.”

    “So I went to find her, only to discover you weren’t with her.”

    “Then I returned to school and started searching for your scent.”

    Hermione’s tone was casual as if she was just looking for a cat or a dog.

    What she wouldn’t tell Adele was that her footsteps had nearly covered the entire campus.

    Finally, she caught a whiff of a very faint, cream cake-like fragrance wafting out from the locker room.

    It belonged to Adele’s blood.

    It’s said that in the eyes of the Vampire Clan, different people’s blood emits different scents.

    Some are disgusting and foul, like grease in a gutter or maggot-infested rotten flesh.

    Others are sweet and fragrant, like citrus or honey.

    Adele belonged to the latter, like a sweet and soft little cake.

    Unfortunately, this little cake was already covered in forks and knives, with everyone wanting a piece.

    It had also devastated Adele’s body.

    Hermione was considered gentle among them. Sometimes she wasn’t in a hurry to enjoy the little cake’s blood and just held her close, cheek to cheek.

    But Adele was a milky lamb to be slaughtered.

    Being held by Hermione, who was like a lion, a beast…

    How could she feel warmth? She was just trembling in fear.

    Adele’s eyes slightly opened a crack in her arms, revealing the gloomy pink pupils that seemed to be filled with haze.

    Reminding one of foggy weather and the troublesome sound of drizzling rain.

    Even though she didn’t say anything, looking at her eyes.

    It was as if she had said everything.

    Saying that being with Celeste and being with you, Hermione.

    What difference did it make?

    Either way, she was just meat and a doll.

    Hermione took a deep breath, a sign that she was about to get angry.

    The Ice Queen’s temper had always been stable.

    Until she met Adele.

    This lowly, weak, and incompetent… Sequence Five.

    Her mood would fluctuate because of her, feeling sorrow and joy because of her.

    On many sleepless nights, Hermione felt that she was the one who was sick.

    She carried Adele through the campus after school, with no one around.

    Even if there were people, who could stop her from taking Adele away?

    Hermione arrived at an open-air parking lot and found her luxury car.

    Then she opened the car door and threw Adele in.

    Literally threw.

    If it were a cat, it could flip in the air and land lightly.

    But Adele wasn’t a cat. She didn’t have soft ears or a tail for balance.

    So she unexpectedly fell on the soft seat, her back instinctively arching, fluffing up.

    This was similar to a feral cat.

    It didn’t hurt, but she appeared very frightened.

    The girl’s breathing was rapid, almost sobbing.

    She clenched her slender legs together as if it could give her even a little sense of security.

    The girl’s pink knees touched each other without making a sound.

    She shrank into the corner of the back seat.

    Her messy black bangs fell over her eyes, and her pink pupils seemed to be extinguished in the dim environment of the car.

    Only flickering faintly, ambiguous and unclear.

    Hermione didn’t return to the driver’s seat right away but crawled in through the door Adele had entered.

    Giving the feeling of a fierce and graceful predator.

    Preparing to enter its den.

    If one had to use a creature to describe her, it would definitely be a female leopard.

    She approached Adele, her silver-blue long hair falling between the girl’s slender legs.

    As if feeling that Adele’s legs being closed together was a bit of a hindrance.

    Hermione placed her palm on the girl’s knees.

    Instantly, a bone-chilling coldness swept over.

    Making Adele couldn’t help but let out a cry.

    “No, don’t…”

    Hermione’s ice-blue eyes had just become passionate.

    But this rejection sparked them to return to being frozen for a thousand miles.

    She coldly, without concealing her Sequence One identity, released her spiritual power.

    Compared to Celeste, it was more vast and richly filled the narrow space inside the car.

    It was the crisp scent of sea salt.

    The last time she released her spiritual power was in the locker room.

    Even Celeste, a Sequence Two, was so intimidated that she couldn’t move.

    Even though Celeste later tried desperately to resist, it was futile, and she was beaten unable to fight back.

    Let alone Adele, who was at the very bottom of the Vampire Clan, a Sequence Five mixed-blood.

    As Hermione’s spiritual power invaded.

    Adele only felt her mind being “boom” blown up!

    All self-awareness disappeared.

    Like being dizzy, or drunk, or trapped in some kind of nightmare.

    The girl’s eyes instantly became dazed, not knowing north, south, east, or west.

    The body’s resistance also collapsed.

    Her entire delicate body lost strength and fell limply against the car window.

    In this state, Hermione could do anything to her.

    This was the dominance of a Sequence One.

    Humans could still say “Are kings and generals born of a special race?”

    Someone like Adele, a Sequence Five, could only be a slave.

    A little slave who inexplicably made one’s heart moved and concerned.

    Hermione could finally do as she pleased with Adele in front of her.

    But her movements became gentle instead.

    Her outstretched hand caressed the girl’s fair but scarred face.

    There were finger marks and handprints.

    Some people had bullied Adele too far, maybe it was Dorothy, maybe it was…

    Hermione’s gaze was terrifyingly cold.

    At the same time, her caresses became more and more gentle.

    Every time her fingertips touched one of Adele’s scars, invisible magic power would heal it.

    Adele was a seductive little fairy.

    When she was suppressed by spiritual power and became dazed and silly, she was unbelievably well-behaved and lovely.

    Sometimes the Sequence Ones didn’t want to do anything, just simply release their spiritual power and watch Adele turn into an obedient “little fool”.

    Watching her spacing out quietly by herself, like a rare flower standing alone in the world.

    Adele’s face often turned red when she was spacing out, pink, looking very shy.

    It formed a huge contrast with her “unyielding” performance when she was sober.

    And at times like this.

    No matter what she was asked, she would never lie.

    If you wanted to know any secret in her heart, you could.

    Hermione skillfully hooked the car door with her high heels and closed it.

    In this way, the inside of the car became a private space belonging only to the two of them.

    In front of her, the little fool was looking at her adorably.

    Her face was blooming with bright peach blossoms.

    Hermione’s breathing quickened, and she couldn’t help but caress the girl’s lips.

    Very soft, like flower petals.

    Making one’s throat unconsciously swallow.

    “Adele, call me.”

    She was looking forward to the moment when Adele would call out “Hermione”.

    But something unexpected suddenly happened.

    Adele actually opened her lips in a daze.

    Hermione’s jade-like finger.

    Gently…

    Feeling the softness.

    Hermione’s heart was as if it had been suddenly pierced by an arrow!

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 4

    Chapter 4: The Ice Queen’s Lesson

    The door was broken open with magical power.

    The light of the setting sun poured in, illuminating the dim locker room.

    Dust particles floated in the air like fairies.

    A tall woman walked in, backlit, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor clearly audible.

    Hearing this sound, the delicate and weak black-haired girl, trembling with her enchanting pink eyes, pitifully shrunk further into the embrace of the girl in front of her.

    Hermione saw the scene before her eyes.

    The blonde girl with loose hair, a first-year student named Celeste, Sequence Two.

    She was gazing up at her with fear in her emerald green eyes, mustering up courage.

    In her arms, tightly embraced, the black-haired girl was shaking all over, as if afraid of the light, tightly closing her eyes.

    Gasping heavily, her face flushed like a tide.

    On her upper body, the buttons of her academy uniform shirt were undone, the collar in disarray.

    Revealing her delicate collarbone, covered in scattered kiss marks.

    Her snow-white neck had also suffered.

    The skirt on her lower body had not yet fallen off, still wrapped around her slender waist that had been held by her.

    Her slender legs were drawn out from it, her pink knees seemingly injured.

    But the distance from falling off… should be soon, right?

    Hermione’s face was shrouded in shadows that couldn’t be illumined, her eyes full of ice-blue flames burning like a demon.

    A chilling aura instantly swept towards Celeste and Adele.

    Celeste bore the brunt of it, even frost forming on her brows and eyes.

    In contrast, Adele only felt a chill, like a breeze blowing.

    The owner of the wind seemed to know she was frail.

    The power deliberately avoided her, only leaving a ripple.

    Unwilling to harm her.

    Even though she was really disappointing her.

    Hermione, Sequence One, with her signature silver-blue long hair and ice-blue eyes, enjoyed the title of “Ice Queen” in the academy.

    She rarely made a move, making it difficult for others to judge her strength.

    But from the fact that even the princess of the Vampire Clan, who was hailed as the strongest in the academy, had to put aside her usual arrogance and treat her as an equal in front of her.

    Even among the Sequence Ones, her strength should be unique.

    Celeste had no ability to resist in front of her.

    The gap between Sequence Two and Sequence One was like a chasm.

    She wanted to cry out, but even her voice was frozen.

    One after another, invisible frost blades tore through Celeste’s coat, shirt, skirt, and skin…

    In just a short breath of time.

    Celeste, who originally had overwhelming power over Adele, was already covered in wounds from head to toe.

    The blood couldn’t even seep out before the wounds were frozen red.

    But she still held Adele tightly in her arms, refusing to let go.

    Even her fingers were cut open by those frost blades, the cuts so deep that the glistening white bones were almost visible.

    The original work didn’t describe this in detail either, only saying “The frost cruelly tortured Celeste’s body and soul, making her feel the despairing power gap.”

    Adele didn’t know what kind of pain it was, or how immense the despair was.

    She only knew.

    Now, it seemed to be an excellent opportunity to gain some favorability.

    Therefore, she cried out in a hoarse voice, almost wailing.

    “Hermione… Lady Hermione, don’t…!”

    “Don’t hurt Celeste anymore, I beg you…”

    How could Adele not know that this was, in a sense, “fanning the flames”?

    Of course, she knew, but she still had to do it.

    Having just transmigrated into the book, she wasn’t saintly enough to empathize with Celeste, the woman who wanted to violate her when her confession was rejected.

    Even though her current refusal to let go was indeed very moving.

    But Adele just wanted to survive in this cruel world of the book as her weak self.

    And live even better!

    So, she wouldn’t miss any opportunity that could be exploited.

    And she acted so well, it was touching.

    Celeste would never forget this moment in her life.

    Adele’s pleas for her sake, and her cries.

    Even on her face, usually frozen like snow, there was a rare anger.

    She stepped towards the two, reaching out her right hand, and fiercely swung the back of her hand with distinct knuckles from a diagonal angle with force.

    —”Slap!”

    An extremely crisp sound.

    Celeste’s body was sent flying, like a tattered, broken kite.

    Crashing into the wall, even the wall cracked, and dust from the ceiling fell.

    And on her face, the wound formed by this slap that could almost be called a chop, neither bleeding nor healing, actually emitted an eerie ice-blue aura.

    Probably from now on, for a long time.

    Celeste would have to live with this humiliating wound, under the cold eyes and ridicule of others.

    As proof that she had received a lesson from the Ice Queen.

    Generally, elegant vampires tended to use magical power to end battles without bloodshed.

    But Hermione broke this common sense.

    Anger prompted her to vent with the raw power of her body.

    This was a plot point that wasn’t in the original work.

    Adele’s “fanning the flames” plan was a great success.

    This way, Celeste would be even more unforgettable to her.

    And her jealousy and hatred towards the Sequence Ones would deepen in her heart.

    As long as it was utilized well, it could become a very useful sharp blade.

    As for Hermione, the angrier she was, the more it meant that Adele weighed heavily in her heart.

    In this way, Adele could judge.

    When she was by Hermione’s side, perhaps she could act a little more willfully.

    Adele showed a frightened expression on the surface.

    But the little fox in her heart curled its lips into a cunning smile.

    Hermione scooped her up in one go, and amid Adele’s cry of surprise, held her in her arms in a princess carry.

    Then she looked at Celeste, who was struggling to get up, still mumbling “Adele” with a bleeding mouth.

    Her gaze was arrogant and disdainful from above. “This slap is to tell you.”

    “Don’t overstep and covet what you don’t deserve.”

    “Thing”—Adele’s eyes dimmed.

    Hermione’s palm actually hurt too.

    What a vulgar action…

    But, it felt good, didn’t it?

    Celeste, curled up on the ground, her brilliant blonde hair stained with dust.

    Powerless, like a dead dog.

    Celeste’s eyes were full of tears, witnessing Hermione taking Adele away from her side.

    Then, those tears seemed to turn into endless flames, resounding in the sky of the academy along with the girl’s scream.

    ………………

    “The sound of a defeated dog is really unpleasant.”

    Hermione made her assessment, effortlessly carrying Adele in her arms.

    But at this moment, Adele seemed unwilling to see her.

    Therefore, she tightly closed her eyes, her long and beautiful eyelashes trembling occasionally as if having a nightmare.

    Her lips were pressed tightly together, her face ashen.

    Hermione’s mood also fell like the setting sun.

    Did her words hurt her?

    When she referred to Adele as a “thing”.

    The expression she showed was so sorrowful that it made one’s heart ache.

    But that wasn’t actually Hermione’s true thoughts.

    However… she had to be mindful of her identity.

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 3

    Chapter 3: The Little Fox Adding Fuel to the Fire

    As Adele thought about this, her troubled mind gradually calmed down.

    Moreover, compared to these matters, the reality she currently faced was equally important.

    The first thing she felt was the cold throughout her body, a bone-chilling cold.

    Too much of the blood element had been lost from her body.

    Blood, for the Vampire Clan, was the source of magical power.

    Her blood seemed to be especially sweet.

    However, with Adele’s current body that had not yet awakened and advanced, the specific enhancement effects could not be manifested.

    But even so, she had already won the favor of those “Sequence Ones”.

    She became the fine wine they often wanted to savor and the sweet little cupcake they wanted to taste.

    After all, she was just a mere Sequence Five, a mixed-blood… Heh.

    Let alone being “sucked dry”.

    Even if she disappeared from the academy tomorrow.

    Would anyone even notice?

    To be precise, no one dared to notice or investigate.

    Adele’s gaze visibly dimmed.

    Due to the coldness of her body, she unexpectedly turned around and embraced the blonde girl in front of her.

    Wanting to draw warmth from her body.

    However, she never expected this action to make Celeste’s body suddenly stiffen.

    Celeste, a Sequence Two young lady from a wealthy family.

    Although her family belonged to the long-lived race, they were not stubborn. They rode the wind of the new era, made big money in real estate and finance.

    The kind that should be hanged from a lamppost.

    But they would also be looked down upon by the pure-blooded Vampire Clan, thinking she was just a nouveau riche.

    And upon entering the academy, any wealth or power no longer had any effect.

    The only obvious class distinction was the difference in bloodline.

    After all, the suppressive power of bloodline was not to be underestimated.

    As descendants of the first batch of people who drank the holy blood and became the true ancestors of the first-generation Vampire Clan, they were undoubtedly the absolute Sequence Ones.

    And the vampire nobles born through the First Embrace of the true ancestors were Sequence Twos.

    In descending order, at the lowest end were the Sequence Fives, the most ordinary and powerless Vampire Clan.

    And Adele’s situation was even more miserable than that.

    She was…

    A Sequence Five vampire, born as a Sequence Five mixed-blood from a relationship with a human.

    Compared to the Sequence Ones, she was truly like the difference between clouds and mud, a dragon and an ant.

    So in this academy that valued bloodline, who would help her?

    And the original host was a girl who was stubborn to the core.

    She never bowed her head, never resigned to her fate.

    In this regard, she indeed had a bit of the heroine’s stance of “my fate is in my own hands, not the will of heaven”.

    But it was precisely because of this that she was treated so cruelly…

    The more Adele recalled, the more she felt a bone-chilling coldness in her heart.

    Her body was shaking badly.

    Her hands, as if clinging to a lifesaver while drowning.

    Tightly hugging Celeste in front of her, the Celeste who had just humiliated her.

    The light in her pink eyes trembled slightly, like the refraction of a crystal under sunlight.

    “I’m sorry… Adele, I’m sorry!”

    Celeste apologized sincerely.

    She didn’t even dare to hug tightly, let alone exert any of her spiritual power as a Sequence Two.

    For a moment, she felt that she had completely lost Adele…

    Because of her mistake!

    That’s why when she regained what she had lost, she appeared to cherish it so much.

    So guilty.

    Adele just remained silent, because she hadn’t yet figured out how to handle her relationship with Celeste.

    Therefore, she let Celeste hold her.

    Working hard to draw warmth from the body of the girl in front of her.

    At the same time, feeling the fullness of her supple and ample bosom.

    But in Celeste’s eyes, she seemed to be at the utmost point of sorrow and disappointment in herself.

    In the original work, Celeste was a memorable villain female lead in the early stages, making the readers’ emotions complex.

    As a Sequence Two, she didn’t belong to the Sequence One circle.

    Naturally, she had no right to lay her hands on Adele, who was marked as a toy within their circle.

    But she fell in love with Adele at first sight.

    It wasn’t the kind of superficial feeling of just playing around, but she really liked Adele.

    However, she was also sensitive and had an inferiority complex. After failing to confess to Adele, she actually became angry out of humiliation and forcibly drained her blood.

    She even wanted to push her down and possess her.

    Of course, the subsequent plot didn’t let her succeed.

    The author didn’t want the book to be taken down and harmonized.

    So the author arranged for Lady Hermione, a Sequence One in the academy, to arrive just in time.

    She beat up Celeste and took Adele away from the locker room.

    This laid the groundwork for Celeste’s future revenge against the Sequence Ones.

    As a Sequence Two vampire, in the future plot, she even drank a powerful magic potion that severely damaged her body in order to snatch Adele back.

    With the power erupting from this, she nearly killed a Sequence One!

    Thinking of this, Adele narrowed her long and enchanting eyes, looking inexplicably cunning.

    The phrase “bewitching gaze and seductive walk” seemed to be born just for her.

    The original work specifically described Adele as being like a little fox, and also like a lone wolf.

    Obviously, the author portrayed and described her lone wolf side very well.

    But forgot that she could also be a cunning little fox, wandering among women~

    Adele suddenly realized.

    Perhaps she could use Celeste’s feelings for her.

    Making her a blade that gleamed with cold light.

    Or a mad dog.

    It could be aimed at the Sequence Ones.

    And it could be aimed at many people.

    Calculating the time, it should be about time for Lady Hermione to come to the rescue.

    Should she…

    Add fuel to the fire?

    At this thought, her eyes instantly became pitiful.

    For the first time in her life, she called out the girl’s name.

    Her voice, which hadn’t spoken for a long time, was hoarse and very weak.

    Like a slushie, carrying a hint of coolness and sweetness.

    “…Celeste.”

    Adele was like a flower bud, battered and withered by the sudden rain, yet still vibrant.

    Exuding an aura that evoked pity and love.

    “I’m here… I’m here!”

    Celeste responded eagerly, feeling the arms wrapped around her tighten a little more.

    Although it was only a very weak force.

    But this sense of “being needed” was moving.

    “I’m so cold, next time… don’t be so rough, okay?”

    Adele’s voice had a hint of trembling and grievance, her tone gentle and slow.

    This further deepened Celeste’s guilt towards her.

    And she said next time!

    Celeste looked up abruptly as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

    Catching a glimpse of a pair of timid, pitiful pink eyes, like a little animal.

    Despite the fear, she was still looking at her.

    Like seeing a ball of fire.

    Perhaps thinking in her heart that as long as she didn’t get too close.

    There should be no danger of being burned.

    But Celeste was a fool.

    She couldn’t stand the loneliness and had already reached out to Adele.

    The flames pounced towards the person.

    In the end, it hurt her too.

    Her lips trembled, wanting to apologize.

    Already unable to say anything other than an apology.

    Wanting to get Adele’s forgiveness… begging her.

    No matter what she asked her to do, she would.

    Forgive her…

    But before she could speak, Adele had already placed a finger vertically on her lips.

    Gesturing for her not to speak.

    “…”

    She began to speak with difficulty, occasional coughs, as heart-wrenching as a cuckoo spitting blood.

    “No need to apologize… maybe, I was also wrong.”

    “Celeste, I didn’t look down on you, how could I, a Sequence Five… cough! dare to…”

    “I didn’t want to communicate with you, only because I was afraid you would get implicated by me.”

    “I was afraid they would start treating you roughly too…”

    “I have no friends, nor do I dare to make any friends.”

    “Originally, I thought there was a chance between us…”

    Adele slowly closed her sorrowful eyes, the tears at the corners of her eyes glistening.

    One could almost imagine.

    At this moment in Adele’s heart, what kind of bitterness and suffering she was enduring.

    It was only at this moment, hearing Adele’s explanation, that Celeste understood.

    It turned out that she showed such a disgusted look only to discourage her.

    It turned out that she silently cared about her in her heart.

    It turned out… she had also thought about becoming friends with her.

    But she herself…!

    She who did such a thing to her…

    What right did she have to stay by her side?

    Celeste’s guilt flowed out from the bottom of her heart like a gushing spring.

    Her tears also broke through.

    Pain, so painful!

    But at this moment, what Adele was thinking in her heart was.

    —Hermione, where the hell are you!

    Fortunately, the next moment, the door of the locker room was destroyed by magical power and pushed open roughly.

    While letting out a long sigh of relief, Adele.

    Suddenly pounced into Celeste’s arms in front of her.

    Her little hands clinging to her chest, shoulders tightened.

    Like a small animal frightened by a sound, a normal reaction.

    Seeking a reliable existence.

    Relying on her with all her heart and soul, seeking help.

    Adele nestled in Celeste’s bosom, enjoying her temperature.

    Panting slightly, her face flushed.

    Looking as if they had just engaged in a strenuous activity.