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  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 100

    Chapter 100: My Sister Says Purple is Alluring

    Ye Yu hurried towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard, his steps quick and determined. As he passed her window, he saw her sitting inside, her chin resting on her hand, gazing out at the moonlit night, lost in thought.

    She sat gracefully, her beauty illuminated by the moonlight, her features delicate and flawless.

    He stared at her, mesmerized.

    The more beautiful she was, the more he regretted overlooking her, blinded by his infatuation with Bai Ruoxi.

    She had rejected him so coldly, yet he had become even more obsessed. He remembered his past foolishness, his hatred for Mu Zhi’an intensifying.

    If not for him, Bai Ruoxi wouldn’t have written that annulment letter.

    She was a dutiful daughter, obedient to her parents. She wouldn’t have done such a thing without Mu Zhi’an’s influence.

    But it wasn’t too late.

    He had chosen Bai Ruoxi in front of everyone. Lingxuan, with her pride and dignity, wouldn’t be so easily deceived.

    In fact, if she saw Mu Zhi’an comforting Ye Qian at this hour, she would surely be disgusted.

    “Brother Ye Yu, what brings you here so late?”

    She seemed to sense his presence, turning to look at him, her voice calm and composed, her gaze distant.

    It was as if she was looking at a stranger.

    “You’re still awake, Lingxuan?” he asked, feigning concern, his voice gentle.

    But she simply stared at him, repeating her question. “Is there something you need, Brother Ye Yu?”

    Her gaze made him flinch. In the past, she would have greeted him with a smile, but now…

    It was all Mu Zhi’an’s fault.

    If not for his manipulation, she wouldn’t be looking at him with such indifference.

    He suppressed his anger, looking at her, getting straight to the point. “Mu Zhi’an went to see Qian’er. I tried to stop him, but I failed.”

    He studied her expression, hoping to see anger, disappointment… anything.

    But her face remained impassive. After a moment of silence, she simply replied, “I see.”

    Her indifference disappointed him.

    “Is he still in her room?” she asked suddenly.

    Hope flickered within him. “I heard intimate sounds coming from her room,” he said, his voice filled with a carefully crafted indignation.

    “He’s deceiving her with his sweet words.”

    She nodded, smiling faintly. “I understand. It’s getting late. You should rest, Brother Ye Yu.”

    He stared at her, his voice incredulous. “Lingxuan, aren’t you going to stop him?”

    She looked at him, her eyes curving into crescents, a smile playing on her lips. “Love is a matter of choice. Even as her sister, I can’t interfere, can I?”

    She paused, then added, “Besides, I expected him to go to her.”

    In fact, if he hadn’t gone to Ye Qian, she would have been even more disappointed.

    Women were complicated creatures. She wanted him to comfort her sister, yet she also didn’t want him to.

    Either way, she would be disappointed.

    “You shouldn’t interfere either, Brother Ye Yu. We have no right to meddle in their relationship,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

    She was saying: Stay out of it. It’s none of your business.

    He protested. “I’m her cousin. I can’t just stand by and watch her fall into his clutches.”

    She tilted her head, her voice laced with amusement. “Then why are you here, talking to me, instead of stopping him?”

    He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, finally saying, “I’ll check on Qian’er again. If he’s still there, I’ll stop him.”

    He turned and left.

    She watched him go, her gaze cold and distant.

    She wasn’t a fool. She understood why he had come to see her.

    If he truly wanted to stop Mu Zhi’an, he wouldn’t have bothered talking to her.

    She felt a sudden wave of exhaustion, her eyelids drooping.

    Despite being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she was tired. Perhaps it was the day’s events, the emotional turmoil.

    She stood up, stretching, her figure graceful, then looked out the window, gazing at the moonlit night.

    She couldn’t sleep yet.

    She wanted to know if Mu Zhi’an would lie to her again.

    “Elder Wei, did Brother Mu go to see Qian’er tonight?” she asked suddenly.

    An elderly man in black robes appeared from the shadows, bowing respectfully. “He did, Miss.”

    She remained silent, and he hesitated, then asked, “Aren’t you going to check on them, Miss?”

    “There’s no need,” she replied, her voice calm, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m waiting for someone to explain this to me.”

    Ye Yu, after leaving her courtyard, didn’t go to Ye Qian’s room. He returned to his own dwelling.

    He had done enough.

    He didn’t need to do anything else. He would simply meditate and cultivate.

    Lingxuan was intelligent. She would surely investigate. Even if she didn’t ask Qian’er directly, she would find out the truth.

    He had lost a cousin, but he had gained a chance to pursue Lingxuan. It wasn’t a bad trade.

    Cousins were meant to be cherished. But Lingxuan… she was meant to be pursued.

    He thought of her beauty, her elegance, and his heart quickened.

    He realized how foolish he had been. Bai Ruoxi was beautiful, but Lingxuan was her equal, perhaps even superior. Why had he wasted his time chasing after Bai Ruoxi?

    And it wasn’t just Lingxuan. There was also the enchantress from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, and even Senior Sister Lan. They were all breathtaking beauties.

    Mu Zhi’an had pursued one tree. But he could pursue an entire forest.

    With his talent and his status as an alchemist, he could surely rise to prominence within the Two Polarities Sect.

    Mu Zhi’an thought he had won, but in reality, he had already lost.

    He calmed himself, sitting on his bed, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, focusing on his cultivation.

    While some were diligently cultivating, others were taking a different approach.

    It wasn’t exactly slacking off. According to Mu Zhi’an, it was alternative cultivation.

    He was a Vessel, and while he couldn’t absorb the spiritual energy from the other Vessel, he could share it with other women, helping them improve their cultivation.

    As a kind and helpful person, he always enjoyed assisting others.

    A candle flickered, illuminating the room.

    Mu Zhi’an looked at Ye Qian, her cheeks flushed, her eyes downcast, her shyness captivating. “Have you finally forgiven me, Qian’er?” he asked softly.

    She sat on a chair, staring at her feet, her ample bosom straining against her robe, her fingers fidgeting nervously as he played with her hand. “I told you… we weren’t… anything, Brother Mu…” she murmured.

    He squeezed her hand, his fingers tracing her cheek, his gaze lingering on her blushing face. “Why are you still saying that, Qian’er?”

    “Have you forgotten what I said?”

    She remembered his sweet words, his affectionate gaze, and her anger melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through her.

    But then she remembered how he had taken advantage of her, and she pouted, her voice a soft complaint. “You’re just good at making girls happy.”

    …She’s fine now… He sighed inwardly, relieved.

    He had resolved the issue with Ye Qian.

    She was a simple girl, easily appeased.

    But one had to approach her correctly. Someone like Ye Yu, with his clumsy attempts, she wouldn’t even give him a second glance.

    Of course, it was thanks to Ye Yu that he had been able to gain her forgiveness so quickly. He had to thank him.

    “I should go now, Qian’er,” he said.

    She nodded, then wiped a smudge of rouge from her lips, glancing at him, her eyes filled with a playful reproach. “You’re so annoying. Now I have to reapply my rouge.”

    But she had been planning to rest anyway, so it didn’t matter.

    He left her room, closing the door behind him, then, after checking that no one was watching, he hurried towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard.

    He had already visited her once, but he had to go again, just to be safe.

    For two reasons.

    Firstly, her information network was vast, and he could sense her protectiveness towards her sister, and perhaps even a hint of guilt.

    Secondly, if he were Ye Yu, trying to sow discord, he would definitely tell either Ye Lingxuan or Bai Ruoxi about the incident.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 99

    Chapter 99: I’m Sorry, But the Person I Like… is Brother Mu

    “This is a private matter between Brother Mu and me.”

    Ye Qian’s soft, sweet voice struck Ye Yu like a blow. Her words were devoid of aggression, yet their meaning was unmistakable.

    She was saying: This has nothing to do with you. You’re not involved.

    He remembered how she used to call him “Brother Ye Yu” with respect, how she had even sought his help. But he, blinded by his pride as an alchemist, had treated her with indifference.

    He had even hoped she would come to him again, begging for his assistance. But he hadn’t realized that Mu Zhi’an had already slipped into that space.

    That Foundation Establishment Pill… it had been the beginning of the rift between them.

    Now, her voice held no trace of respect.

    Her eyes only saw Mu Zhi’an.

    His expression darkened as he stared at her.

    She wore a delicate blue robe, embroidered with peonies, her figure slender and graceful, her beauty accentuated by her ample bosom.

    Why didn’t I notice her beauty before? He glared at her, his gaze lingering on her curves, then shifting to Mu Zhi’an, who was standing beside her, their shoulders touching.

    Jealousy burned within him.

    She tugged at Mu Zhi’an’s sleeve, her voice soft. “Let’s go inside.”

    It was a clear statement, a rejection of Ye Yu’s accusation.

    Mu Zhi’an wasn’t harassing her. They were already close.

    It wasn’t harassment. It was a lovers’ quarrel.

    If not for Ye Yu, she might not have forgiven me so quickly… Mu Zhi’an wondered if he should thank Ye Yu for his unintentional assistance.

    His “threat” had triggered her sympathy, making her defend him.

    He had initially planned to spend a few days appeasing her, but Ye Yu’s intervention had accelerated the process.

    Ye Yu watched as she took Mu Zhi’an’s hand, her slender fingers peeking from her sleeve, and his eyes narrowed, his anger flaring. He couldn’t bear it any longer.

    “Wait!”

    She stopped, turning to look at him.

    “Don’t you remember how he deceived you, Qian’er?!” he asked, his voice laced with anger.

    Mu Zhi’an felt her stiffen, her eyes filled with a fleeting sadness.

    She bit her lip, looking at Ye Yu. “It has nothing to do with you, Brother Ye Yu. Don’t interfere.”

    “You’re my cousin. Of course it concerns me!” he retorted, glaring at Mu Zhi’an. “He’s a two-timing scoundrel! He’s playing with you!”

    “Coming to see you now… it’s just proof of his infidelity.”

    She looked at Mu Zhi’an, who was staring at her, offering no explanation.

    Ye Yu chuckled inwardly.

    Mu Zhi’an had chosen Bai Ruoxi in front of everyone. No amount of sweet talk could change that.

    Qian’er wasn’t a fool. She knew the truth.

    “You should know better, Mu Zhi’an. You’ve already chosen Miss Bai. Why are you bothering Qian’er? Are you trying to have both?” he asked, his voice laced with mockery.

    Mu Zhi’an still hadn’t looked at him. His gaze was fixed on Ye Qian, her innocent face now clouded with disappointment.

    She was so naive, her emotions transparent.

    He reached out, placing his hand on hers.

    She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, their beauty captivating.

    “Let’s go inside and talk, alright?” he said softly.

    She had decided to ignore him, but the warmth of his hand against hers sparked a flicker of joy within her.

    She opened her mouth to speak, but Ye Yu interrupted them. “He went to see Lingxuan earlier today.”

    He glared at Mu Zhi’an, chuckling coldly. “He’s probably here because she rejected him.”

    Ye Qian looked at her cousin.

    He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly either. He had a certain charm, the more you looked at him.

    She had admired him in the past. He had been a prodigy, and even though he had lost his cultivation, he had regained it through his own efforts.

    He was even one of the few alchemists in Tianxuan City.

    But after regaining his talent, he had become distant towards his family.

    They had treated him coldly, and now he was returning the favor.

    He had even treated her with indifference.

    But now… she realized that his rejection hadn’t been a bad thing.

    She felt the warmth of Mu Zhi’an’s hand against hers, and her voice softened. “I know, Brother Ye Yu. I can make my own decisions. Please leave.”

    She had someone else now.

    And he was her cousin’s enemy. She had to choose.

    And she had chosen Mu Zhi’an.

    “Why?!”

    Ye Yu stared at her, his voice filled with anger. “He chose Bai Ruoxi, not you! Don’t you understand?!”

    He didn’t realize that women were driven by emotions, not logic.

    Logically, knowing that someone had wronged you, the appropriate response was clear.

    But emotionally… it was a different story.

    She lowered her eyes, her voice soft. “I know, Brother Ye Yu. You don’t have to worry about me.”

    He stumbled back, staring at them, speechless.

    He had thought this was his chance to repair their relationship, but her words had shattered that hope.

    She turned to Mu Zhi’an. “Let’s go inside, Brother Mu.”

    She took his hand and led him towards her room.

    “Mu Zhi’an, I challenge you to a duel!” Ye Yu shouted, his spiritual energy erupting.

    You’re still here?

    Mu Zhi’an stopped, turning to look at him. “It’s late, Young Master Ye. Everyone’s trying to rest. Don’t be so loud.”

    “Are you afraid?” Ye Yu taunted, trying to provoke him.

    “If you’re looking for someone to spar with, Young Master Ye, I’m available,” a voice said from the crowd, its tone amused.

    They all looked towards the speaker, a handsome young man with a gentle smile. “Young Master Mu helped us during the entrance exams. This is our chance to repay his kindness.”

    Who are you…? Mu Zhi’an studied the young man, then a realization dawned on him.

    He had mentioned the entrance exams, so he must have been one of the candidates from Boundless Sea Peak.

    “If you’re itching for a fight, Young Master Ye, I’m also available,” another voice said, this one belonging to a female disciple.

    Four or five others also spoke up, siding with Mu Zhi’an.

    They were all candidates who had received his help.

    Mu Zhi’an looked at Ye Yu, smiling. “I’m not interested in sparring tonight, Young Master Ye. If you’re so eager, find someone else.”

    Ye Yu glared at him, his voice cold. “Are you running away? Is this the kind of man Qian’er likes?”

    Mu Zhi’an chuckled, shaking his head. “Love is a matter of choice, Young Master Ye. It’s not about whether I’m worthy. It’s about who she chooses.”

    He ignored Ye Yu, bowing to the other candidates. “Thank you for your kindness. I apologize for the disturbance.”

    “You must be tired after the exams. Please get some rest.”

    He took Ye Qian’s hand and led her towards her room, Ye Yu’s gaze following them.

    She lowered her head, walking beside him, and they entered a small courtyard, disappearing from view.

    The palace was unique. Each resident had their own personal space… a pocket dimension… where they could design their own dwellings.

    Ye Yu stared after them, speechless. He didn’t try to stop them.

    This was the Two Polarities Sect. If he attacked here, in front of so many witnesses, he would be the one punished, regardless of the circumstances.

    Now that he thought about it, perhaps failing to stop Mu Zhi’an wasn’t a bad thing.

    At least this would show Lingxuan his true nature.

    He turned and walked away, pretending to leave.

    But he didn’t go far. After the crowd dispersed, he returned, using a secret technique he had learned from the old man to conceal his aura, approaching the room where a candle flickered.

    “Are you still angry with me, Qian’er?” Mu Zhi’an’s voice asked, his tone filled with a carefully crafted sadness.

    She shook her head. “We weren’t anything, Brother Mu. There’s nothing to be angry about.”

    “If you say that, Qian’er, you’ll truly break my heart.”

    He sat beside her, reaching for her hand, but she quickly pulled it away.

    He wasn’t discouraged. “Did you like the peach blossom?” he asked softly.

    She looked at the flower in her hand, her eyes glistening with tears.

    She tossed it onto the ground, her voice cold and distant. “Just say what you have to say, Brother Mu. I’m going to rest.”

    Silence.

    She looked up at him.

    He was staring at the discarded peach blossom, his expression unreadable.

    She looked away, her heart aching, trying to maintain her facade of indifference. “I prefer snow lotuses to peach blossoms.”

    He retrieved a snow lotus from his storage ring.

    She stared at him, her eyes widening. “You have another one?”

    “I wanted to give it to you before the exams, but things happened, and I never had the chance,” he sighed, offering her the flower.

    He looked at her, his voice soft. “Take it.”

    “The snow lotuses from the Mu Manor are precious. You’ve given them to talented and beautiful women. Are you sure it’s alright to give one to me?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of jealousy.

    He smiled, seizing the opportunity. He took her hand, his gaze meeting hers. “The snow lotus is precious, and the peach blossom is beautiful. But there’s a girl who’s even more captivating.”

    “Qian’er…” He pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist.

    “D-Don’t…”

    “Brother Mu…”

    She tried to resist, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, but his embrace was firm, her struggles futile. She melted against him, her gaze meeting his, her lips parting slightly, her breath warm against his cheek.

    He looked at her, then lowered his head, claiming her lips.

    Ye Yu, watching from the shadows, his anger burning, his fists clenched, turned and walked towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard.

    Qian’er was lost. She had been bewitched by Mu Zhi’an.

    But this was also an opportunity.

    He had to show Lingxuan his true nature.

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c64

    64 Little Cousin Assists Elder Cousin Once Again

    “I don’t need sparring partners, you should just go back.”

    Yan Zhen crossed his arms and glared sharply at his silly younger cousin:

    “Especially you, Meng’er. Are you 4-star yet? Hurry up and cultivate instead of joining in the excitement.”

    “Being a sparring partner is cultivation too. Cultivation isn’t just about training qi, actual combat is very important as well.” Yan Meng’er spoke reasonably, “Meng’er just advanced to 3-star recently, now is the perfect time to stabilize my profound power through actual combat, and I can help Cousin at the same time, killing two birds with one stone~”

    “Then why don’t you just spar with Ruyu? She also just advanced and needs to stabilize her profound power.”

    “But Elder Cousin said she wants to be your sparring partner.”
    Yan Meng’er tugged on Yan Ruyu’s hand and presented her like showing off a treasure:
    “Elder Cousin said it’s all because of her that you got into conflict with Lan Ke, escalating things to this point. She feels a bit sorry about it, so she wants to do something for you – right, Elder Cousin?”

    “Mm, mm, let me spar with you, Yan Zhen.” Yan Ruyu mustered her courage to say, her heart pounding rapidly. To avoid losing her composure, she kept her fair face taut. “My cultivation is the same as yours at 6-star, I’m just a bit weaker than you, which makes me perfect to practice tug-of-war with you.”

    “Tug-of-war?”

    “I, I mean Qi Vortex Technique. Although Qi Vortex Technique isn’t very difficult to learn, using it in actual combat is quite particular. With just you alone, without a suitable target to practice with, your progress will be very slow. Including today, you only have two days left.”

    “How do you know I’m going to learn Qi Vortex Technique?” Yan Zhen asked in surprise, “Did Instructor Yu Xuan tell you?”

    Yan Ruyu blinked, not quite understanding:
    “No, it was Meng’er…”

    Yan Meng’er inwardly cursed her slip-up. In her previous life at this point, she didn’t know what mystic arts Yan Zhen was learning.
    As his hidden cards against Lan Ke, neither Yan Zhen nor Instructor Yu Xuan revealed anything, only unveiled during the start of the duel.
    She hastily interjected:
    “I happened to see it. After the intermediate class finished selecting mystic arts, it was the elementary class’s turn. I originally also wanted to cultivate Qi Vortex Technique, but found that unpopular mystic art had been borrowed by someone. So I guessed it must be Cousin who borrowed it!”

    Yan Zhen gave her a look.
    “You sure can guess~”

    But Yan Ruyu became suspicious. Guess? When Meng’er mentioned Qi Vortex Technique earlier, her tone was so definitive.

    “Anyways Cousin, just let me and Elder Cousin help you. To be honest, I’m a bit worried if you can win. Your opponent is the third ranked powerhouse on the 9-star list after all. If something happens… I’m the same as Elder Cousin, I also want to do something for you.”
    Yan Meng’er batted her big eyes, making a sincere request.

    “…”
    This crafty girl, only picking nice-sounding things to say to move people!
    It just so happens Yan Zhen falls for this, letting himself get played.

    “Meng’er is right, Yan Zhen. You don’t have to bear all the pressure alone. Meng’er and I will help you. In any case, we’re also from the same clan.”

    Even Ruyu said this, so Yan Zhen really couldn’t refuse anymore. He could only give up on the “skip” option.
    “Alright, but I’ll be frank, being my sparring partner isn’t child’s play. I generally don’t hold back, so you better be mentally prepared.”

    Yan Ruyu snorted.
    “Although you’re very capable now, I’m not so weak that I’m unqualified to even be your sparring partner. Come at me.”

    Yan Meng’er put her hands on her hips proudly:
    “That’s right, Cousin, don’t underestimate Elder Cousin.”

    “What about you?”

    “I’m just here to pad the numbers, Elder Cousin is the real sparring partner~”

    “Enough talk, make your move, Yan Zhen. If I can’t handle it, I’ll leave myself!”

    “Then I’ll begin.” Profound power like flames surged around Yan Zhen, enveloping him like gauze, an aura not inferior to a Mystic Scholar’s made the two girls’ faces pale slightly. “I’ll use Qi Vortex Technique to try to capture you. Just run away.”

    The sisters nodded, then slowly backed away, putting distance between them.
    Yan Zhen crossed his arms, his ten fingers curved like claws, aimed at the two girls three meters away.
    Soon, a vortex appeared in his palms. As he poured profound power in, it suddenly expanded into a whirlpool.

    A powerful suction came, even the surrounding air was pulled in, forming a visible small tornado.
    This showed he hadn’t mastered Qi Vortex Technique yet, wasting half the power sucking in air.
    A true Qi Vortex Technique should lock onto the target and unleash suction force in an instant, unexpectedly pulling the opponent over or disrupting their movements.

    Although immature, the suction force was still very strong, especially for the two girls being targeted. They clearly felt themselves moving over involuntarily.
    Yan Ruyu quickly circulated her profound power to resist the vortex’s pull. Turning to look at Yan Meng’er, she saw her younger cousin actually let out an “Ah” and her petite body pounced towards Yan Zhen like a young swallow returning to its nest.

    Yan Ruyu blinked, thinking Meng’er really did it.
    Yan Zhen didn’t expect his cousin to be pulled over so easily with just one move. Before he could react, she crashed into him, knocking him to the ground.
    The instant he fell, Yan Zhen instinctively wrapped his arms around Yan Meng’er’s delicate body, cushioning her fall with his own body.

    With a thud, two overlapping cries of pain followed.
    A standard 36D bosom pressed against his chest, the soft sensation clearly transmitting to his brain, making his blood heat up.
    Even though he could feel the wonderful sensation of her bosom from having her cling to his arm all the time, the feeling on his arm versus his chest was quite different after all.

    Yan Zhen lay on the ground, hugging his cousin sprawled on his chest. He was about to ask if she was hurt when he felt his neck being kissed, a moist little tongue even lightly scraping near his collarbone.
    “…”
    Yan Zhen’s mouth twitched. As if he didn’t know what this girl was up to. He immediately slapped her perky little butt.
    *Smack!*
    The crisp sound of flesh colliding echoed in the empty martial arts field, followed by a maiden’s moan.
    “Eek!”
    Yan Meng’er felt the pain, arching her slender waist to raise her upper body, then falling back down again. Her ample bosom first separated from his body, recovering its shape, then pressed down a second time, producing an even stronger pressure.

    Yan Ruyu, who was watching from the side, instantly blushed. This Meng’er, she’s too, too daring!
    She heard her coquettish complaint:
    “Cousin, why did you hit me? I just accidentally…”

    — Like hell you accidentally did that!
    Yan Zhen rolled his eyes.
    Not only interrupting his skip, but taking the chance to take advantage of him under the guise of being a sparring partner the moment she got here, she’s doing it on purpose!
    He shouldn’t have believed her about “also wanting to do something for him”, this incestuous cousin!

    “…Hey hey hey, Cousin, wait!”
    With the girl’s pleas, swish, the tightly shut door of the martial arts field opened. A hand grabbed Yan Meng’er by her collar and tossed her out in a sitting position. Then the door slammed shut again.
    “Cousin, don’t, let me in.”
    His cousin’s calls came from outside the door. Yan Zhen ignored it and said to Yan Ruyu, whose expression was a bit strange:
    “Let’s start over, Ruyu.”

    Yan Ruyu weakly nodded, her nerves wound so tight she could almost hear her own heart pounding, because…in the sealed martial arts field, only she and Yan Zhen were left!
    /(//o/ω/o//)/

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c63

    Chapter 63. Sister’s Night Talk

    The scene returns to last night.
    In the room, the two cousins sat side by side on the bed in matching pajamas, with their four delicate white feet soaking in the medicinal soup in a wooden basin.

    The younger cousin had a voluptuous figure, while the elder cousin had a slender waist and perky bottom. Both beauties of the Yan family were pretty, but in different styles. Snuggling intimately like this, they seemed like a static picture of beauties.

    “Meng’er, I… I want to get closer to Yan Zhen. Can you, can you help me?”

    The one saying this was Yan Ruyu, which stunned Yan Meng’er beside her. Her little mouth formed an O shape as she stared blankly for a long time.

    –Am I hearing things? That extremely tsundere elder cousin who would rather hug her and cry than dare confess, actually, actually asked her for help in getting closer to Cousin Yan Zhen?

    The sky is falling, the earth is collapsing, the world is ending~

    Coming back to her senses, Yan Meng’er held her elder cousin’s shoulders and looked her up and down with utmost concern:

    “Elder cousin, are you okay? Do you have a fever? Is your brain fried? Wait, don’t tell me… you have a terminal illness? No way, elder cousin, I can’t lose you…”

    Yan Ruyu was originally very shy and conflicted, but hearing her silly younger cousin’s annoying words, her face instantly darkened. She raised her hand and chopped down on her little head.

    “I’m having a serious discussion with you!”

    Yan Meng’er covered her head with her hands in grievance, not understanding:

    “Really really?”

    Yan Ruyu glared at her:

    “If you don’t want to help then forget it, I’ll figure something out myself!”

    “Hey hey hey, elder cousin, don’t be mad. I was just too shocked. Of course I’ll help.”

    Yan Meng’er quickly hooked her arm through her elder cousin’s and nestled up to her like a little bird.

    “Elder cousin, you’ve finally finally come around. I’m so happy~ Is it because Cousin’s popularity soared at the academy after getting first in the monthly test, giving you a sense of crisis?”

    “No, I…”

    Yan Ruyu hesitated, clearly having difficulty expressing herself. So she slapped her younger cousin’s thigh:

    “Why are you asking so much? Why don’t you say something useful instead.”

    “Hehe, I’m just curious. Elder cousin’s attitude suddenly changed. Was it because Cousin heroically rescued the beauty last night and charmed you?”

    “No, no…”

    “No? Then why? There must be a reason. Tell me, elder cousin. Let me think it over for you.”

    Yan Ruyu immediately recalled the scene of him forcefully pinching and kneading her last night. Her cheeks turned slightly red and her expression became unnatural.

    “There’s no reason. Meng’er, stop guessing and hurry up and tell me what to do.”

    Yan Meng’er pouted. After a brief hesitation, she still told her the secret method she had summarized.

    “Actually, Cousin and I have an agreement. As long as I cultivate well every day, I can kiss him.”

    “What?” Yan Ruyu was first greatly surprised, then a little envious. “When did you two make this agreement?”

    “It was that day when I misunderstood Cousin and got angry at him. Then to comfort me, Cousin agreed. I even stole a kiss from him and he didn’t get mad.”

    “A kiss? K-kiss where?”

    “Hehe~ On the lips of course.”

    Saying that, Yan Meng’er even pursed her lips and made two smooching sounds, as if savoring Yan Zhen’s lips.

    “Ugh…”

    Yan Ruyu maintained a calm expression while feeling sour down to her bones, as if she had eaten a lemon.

    Yan Meng’er said half instructively and half boastfully:

    “Because of this agreement, Cousin and I are getting closer and closer. We even agreed that once I advance to 4-star Mystic Disciple, he’ll take me out to play. By then, our relationship can progress further.”

    Yan Ruyu grew more and more sour, her complexion turning unwell.

    “So Meng’er, you mean…?”

    Yan Meng’er stopped tormenting her pitiful elder cousin and directly stated her suggestion:

    “Cousin will be preparing for his duel with Lan Ke these next three days, so he’ll be staying at the martial arts field.”

    “Should… should I bring him food?”

    “No, I can handle bringing him food. Elder cousin, you should play to your strengths and take the initiative to be his sparring partner.”

    “Sparring partner?”

    “Yeah. If I remember correctly, Cousin should be learning Qigong Finger and Qi Vortex Technique. He’ll quickly master Qigong Finger, so ignore that. But Qi Vortex Technique requires having a sparring partner of similar strength to make quick progress in actual combat.”

    Qi Vortex Technique gathers qi into a spiral to attract the target.

    If the opponent is too strong, they won’t budge at all;

    If the opponent is too weak, they’ll get pulled over in one tug.

    Neither provides any training effect.

    Only an opponent of similar strength who can engage in a tug-of-war with him is the optimal sparring partner.

    When the opponent is being pulled, will they resist fiercely or take the opportunity to counterattack? How should one seize the chance to disrupt the opponent’s rhythm? If the opponent chooses to ride the momentum and attack, how should one respond? And so on.

    “So Instructor Yu Xuan can’t be Cousin’s sparring partner. Only you and Sister Xue’er are the most suitable. It just so happens that Sister Xue’er was called back home, so there’s only you left, elder cousin.”

    Yan Ruyu was a bit tempted but also felt awkward:

    “…But if he doesn’t ask, I have no reason to be his sparring partner.”

    “Cousin doesn’t want to trouble us, so we can take the initiative.” Yan Meng’er continued advising: “And it’s not like you don’t have a reason, elder cousin. Isn’t the main reason Cousin challenged Lan Ke because of you?”

    Yan Ruyu suddenly realized and was at a loss for words.

    That’s right, it was precisely for her sake that Yan Zhen, with the cultivation of a 6-star Mystic Disciple, went to challenge the 9-star Mystic Disciple Lan Ke.

    With a three-star difference, it was hard to make up for it. Even if Yan Zhen was lucky enough to win, he would definitely be injured. If he lost to Lan Ke, his opponent definitely wouldn’t let him off easily on the dueling stage.

    Yan Meng’er thought Yan Ruyu wanted to back out again at the last minute and hurriedly persuaded:

    “Elder cousin, don’t hesitate anymore. If you keep hesitating, some other vixen will beat you to it. With Cousin’s current popularity among the girls, as soon as he puts out word, a bunch of floozies will be willing to be his sparring partner… Do you want to see him surrounded by those bad women?”

    “Of course I don’t.” Yan Ruyu stammered, “Why don’t you come with me, Meng’er? With just me alone, I may not be a good sparring partner. After all, that guy has gotten so strong now.”

    “You don’t need to tell me, elder cousin. I was originally planning to accompany Cousin to train alone. Luckily you came to find me… But this time you can’t drop out halfway, or I’ll get mad!”

    “Sorry Meng’er, I… I’ll do my best this time.”

    “That’s more like it. Cousin Yan Zhen doesn’t dislike you at all, elder cousin. On the contrary, he quite likes you.”

    “Really?”

    “Of course. Cousin Yan Zhen only shows his mischievous side from childhood in front of you, elder cousin. I’m so envious.”

    Hearing this, Yan Ruyu seemed to think of the various times they tussled and grinned.

    Yan Meng’er rested her head on Yan Ruyu’s shoulder and clenched her fists, waving them in the air:

    “As long as we sisters work together, capturing Cousin will be right around the corner. In the future, even if the likes of Huangfu Wenqing can enter the family, they’ll just be concubines!”

    Hmph~

  • Mistaken Era 54

    Chapter 54

    A couple of dancing girls, seeing that Xiaoxiao had not done her makeup, enthusiastically helped her with rouge, powder and other cosmetics.

    However, whether it was out of fear that Xiaoxiao’s beauty would outshine them, when Xiaoxiao looked at her reflection, she was startled.

    The makeup was… truly a mess, with the eyebrows and eyes not even aligning! It looked like a little girl had gotten into her mother’s cosmetics.

    Those thick, dark eyebrows and excessive rouge were quite jarring!

    Nevertheless, Xiaoxiao was quite satisfied with this unsightly appearance.

    She was not actually going to participate in the courtesan selection, so she wondered if this crude disguise could evade detection by the clairvoyant heterochromatic eye.

    But how would Wei Jie slip by unnoticed?

    When the carriage reached the city gate and queued to enter, she found out.

    The courtesans who disembarked first suddenly let out exclamations of surprise. Xiaoxiao poked her head out the window and also couldn’t help but gasp quietly.

    Somehow, Wei Jie had also disguised himself as a dancer.

    After all, opera troupes not only had singing and dancing courtesans, but also male dancers to enhance the performances.

    However, such male entertainers could not outshine the dancing girls – they were merely foils.

    But Wei Jie’s androgynous, handsome looks could hardly be concealed so easily.

    He wore a Western-style robe with loose pants and a fitted top, his muscular arms and chest exposed. To match the upcoming flower carriage parade, his exposed skin was painted with tiger stripes, even extending to his face.

    Those bold colors, combined with his tall, muscular frame, truly gave the impression of a magnificent tiger manifested in human form.

    He must have used some technique to conceal his purple eyes, as with the face paint, his original features were completely obscured…

    The dancing girls showed their discernment, whispering that this new dancer looked unusually handsome, but the thick body paint concealed his true visage.

    When Wei Jie saw the meticulously “made-up” Xiaoxiao, even he was momentarily stupefied.

    Xiaoxiao knew her current appearance was unsightly, so she didn’t bother listening to any jeers from Wei Jie. Instead, she playfully made a face at him.

    Ordinarily, Wei Jie would have been amused by his mischievous master’s antics. But this time, when Xiaoxiao scrunched her face at him, his expression remained cold and indifferent as he turned his head away, no longer looking at her.

    It seemed Xiaoxiao’s frank rejection earlier had wounded his pride, and judging by his demeanor, he was unwilling to speak further with her.

    Xiaoxiao was also irritated by his attitude. As she fastened her belt while muttering, “Are all men so petty? Pouting after being rejected…”

    She had only intended her grumbling to be sotto voce, but Wei Jie still caught the key words. Turning slightly, he gave Xiaoxiao a sidelong glance and said coolly, “Are you comparing me to Qin Lingxiao?”

    Xiaoxiao pondered and raised her voice, “No, Qin Lingxiao is a bit pettier than you. Didn’t you see he even bought me pastries?”

    Wei Jie curled his lip in a cold smile, “Indeed, being rejected yet shamelessly persisting – that is truly admirable thickness of face.”

    However, his demeanor indicated he was determined to maintain clear boundaries with Qin Lingxiao and would never resort to such persistent pursuit.

    According to Master Tang Youshu’s descriptions, after becoming demonized, Wei Jie had always been cold and apathetic – not out of arrogance or looking down on others, but simply lacking any human warmth.

    Although there were reasons behind his demonization, it was also tied to Wei Jie’s innate tendency to shun the world and avoid closeness with others.

    Unfortunately, the current Wei Jie seemed to lack any aura of a world-weary demonic lord, likely due to her arrival disrupting the course of events. He was simply a roguishly charming rascal!

    But now that he was giving her the cold shoulder, this ambiguous situation would likely not progress any further down an inappropriate path.

    Xiaoxiao did not feel like trading barbs with him. She handed the invisibility talisman she had drawn with the silver foil to Wei Jie. After applying the talismans to conceal their auras, they headed towards the Prince Can’s Manor.

    Standing atop a large tree and surveying the manor, it appeared the same as before – its feng shui was designed to accumulate and gather energies.

    Recalling Master Tang Youshu’s assessment that this place bore the aura of stealing others’ feng shui, Xiaoxiao could only inwardly admire her master’s profound mastery.

    The Xia family had harbored a century-old grievance. Their original five-hundred-year imperial destiny had been deceived away, with two hundred years stolen.

    Calculated from the present, not much of the Xia family’s prosperous destiny remained after being swindled by the celestial being.

    As a descendant of the imperial Xia clan, if the Prince Can had learned of this from the Book of Life and Death, he might have become imbalanced, intending to likewise steal others’ feng shui to compensate his family’s loss!

    However, for now, Xiaoxiao could not dwell on the Prince Can’s despicable nature, for atop the highest pavilion of his manor, there was a divine messenger statue capable of detecting ill intentions towards the residence’s owner, barring entry to anyone harboring malice.

    Xiaoxiao did not know if her newly-crafted silver foil invisibility talisman would be effective against this divine messenger.

    The moment the talisman was applied, she immediately felt her aura being suppressed, proving the enhanced efficacy of the talisman.

    However, the invisibility talisman also had a limited duration of less than an hour. They had to leave the manor within that timeframe, or they would immediately be exposed.

    Thus, they seized the opportunity when the manor gates were open to welcome guests, blending in with a few carriages of arriving nobles to brazenly enter the Prince Can’s Manor.

    The lofty divine messenger statue embedded in the highest pavilion seemed to detect nothing amiss, remaining as still as an ordinary sculpture.

    It was said that the guests entering the manor this time included the Prince Can’s nephew – the current crown prince.

    Accompanied by a few close ministers and his crown princess, along with several consorts, they happened to be in the area on official business and had stopped to rest at the manor of their imperial uncle.

    Although the Prince Can was the elder, as a subject he still had to come out and greet them respectfully.

    It was said that the crown prince was around the same age as the Prince Can, and they used to play together in the palace when young. Although referred to as uncle and nephew, their relationship was more akin to brothers.

    However, after the new emperor ascended the throne, following the late emperor’s decree, this younger imperial brother was enfeoffed to Luoyi.

    Since then, the crown prince had been unable to meet with this younger imperial uncle for over a decade.

    Now, after so many years, the reunion between uncle and nephew was a joyous occasion with much to catch up on.

    However, upon seeing the Prince Can after disembarking from the carriage, the crown prince was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter, “Uncle, you look quite different from when we were young!”

    Before the Prince Can could finish his respectful greeting, the crown prince pulled him into an embrace, slinging an arm around his shoulders as they walked ahead.

    Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie, concealed in the hallway of the main reception hall, were only a few steps away from the conversing uncle and nephew.

    Xiaoxiao noticed that Wan Lianshi was still dressed as the steward, following closely beside the Prince Can. The scar from her “Defying the Heavens” sword had nearly healed, leaving only a reddish mark. This surprised Xiaoxiao greatly.

    After all, her sword contained the power of divine punishment. Once inflicted, such a wound should not be so easily healed like an ordinary blade’s! It seemed Wan Lianshi truly possessed some demonic arts.

    At this moment, the crown prince asked the Prince Can excitedly, “Uncle, do you still remember the big black hound you kept when we were young? This time I’ve brought an even better one than yours. Do you have any fine specimens in your manor?”

    The Prince Can listened with a smile, narrowing his eyes in thought before probing, “Does the prince refer to the black hunting hound gifted by the late emperor? My manor does have a few guard dogs, but I fear they cannot compare to the prince’s beloved hounds.”

    The crown prince waved his hand with a helpless smile, “Uncle, you’ve even forgotten that? Back then, grandfather didn’t know you were afraid of dogs and insisted on gifting you a hunting hound. You wouldn’t even look at it and cried until I traded you my talking parrot instead! The ‘big black general’ I mentioned was the black beetle with long antennae that you kept – the one that even bit me five times!”

    Upon hearing this, the Prince Can finally seemed to recall, nodding in realization before saying, “Those were just childhood pastimes that occupied our time. This subject no longer indulges in such things…”

    The crown prince pondered and felt his uncle had a point. After all, over twenty years had passed, and the seedlings of their youth had grown into robust middle age.

    For instance, this uncle – if not for his resemblance to the late emperor in facial features, the man standing before him would be unrecognizable.

    However, this uncle’s memory did not seem very good. The crown prince enthusiastically recounted their childhood antics, but the Prince Can only responded with vague acknowledgments, seemingly unable to recall most of them.

    By the time they had walked halfway, the atmosphere had grown quite cold, and the crown prince had lost interest in reminiscing about the past.

    As their entourage entered the main hall, Xiaoxiao, who had been listening to their conversation, felt an indescribable sense that something was amiss, though she couldn’t pinpoint what.

    It was at this moment that Wei Jie, who had been holding her hand, gave it a tug.

    He had noticed Wan Lianshi suddenly leaving the Prince Can’s side and heading towards the kitchen courtyard in the rear quarters.

    The two of them followed, observing as Wan Lianshi directly entered the kitchen, dismissed the cooking staff, took out a pill from his lapel, and dropped it into a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup.

    After the pill had dissolved in the golden broth, Wan Lianshi turned to a servant boy behind him and said, “Make arrangements to ensure this bowl of soup is served to the crown prince’s table.”

    The servant, who appeared to be Wan Lianshi’s disciple, quietly asked, “Master, if the crown prince meets with misfortune at the Prince Can’s manor, we cannot escape implication!”

    Wan Lianshi let out a cold laugh, “Do you have a brain? I’ve merely added a Seven Day Drunkenness pill. After consuming it, the crown prince will simply become as intoxicated as if he had drunk alcohol! He talks too much, and the king is weary of entertaining him. With this, he won’t be able to leave his bed for the next few days. Now go!”

    Hearing this, the disciple no longer dared to delay and hurriedly carried the drugged soup bowl away.

    After issuing his instructions, Wan Lianshi turned and headed towards the western gardens.

    Once he was gone, Xiaoxiao and Wei Jie found a secluded spot in the rear gardens. Seeing no one around, Xiaoxiao spoke in a low voice to Wei Jie, “Although the crown prince’s chatter was a bit excessive, for the cunning Prince Can to drug him into silence seems more than just annoyance. What do you think is the reason?”

    Wei Jie had also been pondering this question. After all, the other party was the crown prince. Even if this local monarch found him trying to be patient, he should not have resorted to such a crude method to silence the crown prince… unless he was afraid the crown prince would continue asking questions he could not answer.

    So after some thought, Wei Jie said, “Did the crown prince mention anything important earlier?”

    Xiaoxiao recalled, “He didn’t say anything particularly serious, just chatting about his and the Prince Can’s childhood amusements. Could it be that the Prince Can became impatient precisely because of the crown prince’s reminiscing about their childhood?”

    For such casual conversation, one would not normally find it taxing. But now that she thought back carefully, the Prince Can did seem to be struggling, repeatedly giving the wrong responses and obviously trying to change the subject several times…

    Could this be the reason why the Prince Can wanted to drug the crown prince into a stupor?

    Wei Jie had clearly also noticed this point, so he finally pondered aloud, “Unless this Prince Can… is simply not the same Prince Can who played with beetles alongside the crown prince in their childhood!”

    Xiaoxiao gasped in realization. In fact, her thoughts had unconsciously aligned with Wei Jie’s!

    It was said that ever since arriving in Luoyi, this Prince Can had remained in seclusion for as long as ten years, never meeting people and claiming to have suffered a serious illness. However, the current Prince Can’s ruddy complexion resembled that of a man in his twenties, hardly appearing as someone who needed ten years of convalescence!

    It seemed this Prince Can’s bizarre behavior had added yet another puzzling aspect.

    After briefly discussing, they noticed Wan Lianshi heading in another direction and followed to see what other schemes the Ghost Sect cultivator was up to.

    In the western garden’s rear pavilion, Wan Lianshi was meeting an old acquaintance in private.

    Qin He, who should have returned to Soaring Cloud Pavilion, was currently arguing with his senior martial brother Wan Lianshi.

    Qin He’s shoulder wound inflicted by Cui Xiaoxiao had been bleeding incessantly. With no other choice, he had come to the Prince Can’s Manor.

    At this moment, he glared furiously at Wan Lianshi, grabbing his robe collar, “Back in that forest, you kept using me as a shield. What were your intentions?!”

    Wan Lianshi looked at him with exasperation, shrugging off Qin He’s grip on his collar before coldly snorting, “If I hadn’t done that, we might have both perished in those woods. My death would be a small matter, but if you died alongside me, your posthumous reputation would not be so pristine!”

    Qin He remained angrily indignant, shooting resentful glares at his senior brother, yet no longer spoke, as if his vulnerability had been exposed.

    He was different from Wan Lianshu. Currently, his reputation was flawless, with a complete family. If not beholden to the Radiant King, he would be an enviable cultivator of great ability. He truly could not die alongside Wan Lianshi.

    Wan Lianshi rolled his eyes before gently reassuring him, “We have both suffered injustice. The injuries I sustained were even worse than yours, yet have now healed. When the master returns from the banquet later, he will surely provide treatment for you. Besides, haven’t you noticed? The demonized individual our master has long sought has finally appeared!”

    Qin He could no longer dwell on his pain and said in a low voice, “But… how did it become that Cui Xiaoxiao girl? Could it be a mistake?”

    He had previously heard the master mention that Wei Jie would eventually become demonized. When it came to predicting the future, the Radiant King had never been wrong before. So why had it turned out to be the female demoness instead?

    Wan Lianshi did not wish to dwell on such details and quietly told him, “This Cui Xiaoxiao is of utmost importance. However, to drive her deeper into demonization, we need to tarnish her reputation. The rumors about the Talisman Sect injuring people in nearby villages have already spread like wildfire. Combined with the high bounty, she will likely become a target for the orthodox sects.”

    Recalling his encounter with the demonized Cui Xiaoxiao in the forest, Qin He could not help but shudder in lingering fear.

    Upon hearing this, he instinctively looked around, as if suspecting the demoness might be lurking nearby, concealed.

    Seeing his suspicious behavior, Wan Lianshi let out a cold laugh, “Rest assured, she cannot infiltrate the king’s manor! Even if she possessed such ability and managed to sneak in, her inferior invisibility talismans would inevitably leak her aura and could not be maintained for long. That Lingshan Talisman Sect, imitating my talismans yet failing to properly comprehend them, deserves to be utterly destroyed! When she becomes fully demonized, with your disciples as witnesses, make sure to spread word of Cui Xiaoxiao’s demonization among the four major sects. The more people revile and shun her, the deeper her demonic nature will become!”

    Tarnishing Cui Xiaoxiao’s reputation was something Qin He would wholeheartedly pursue even without Wan Lianshi’s urging.

    Cui Xiaoxiao had crushed his spirit bones, causing him to lose half his cultivation despite his physical wounds healing!

    He vowed to take vengeance for this grievance.

    What infuriated him the most was that his son Qin Lingxiao had actually been bewitched by that wild girl, secretly running off to seek her again and not returning.

    Qin He was well aware of his son’s prideful nature. If Cui Xiaoxiao’s reputation was sullied, no matter how fond Qin Lingxiao was of her, he would be forced to abandon this infatuation!

    With this in mind, Qin He felt slightly relieved, only awaiting the Radiant King’s arrival to treat his injuries.

    Like Wan Lianshi, he was someone who had fortuitously escaped death and extended his lifespan with the Radiant King’s assistance.

    The Radiant King had told them that since they were destined to die, they needed to change their names. Hence, Wan Lianshi now went by Master Cui, while he became Qin He.

    From then on, Wan Lianshi became the manor’s steward, while Qin He transformed into a disciple of Soaring Cloud Pavilion, eventually marrying the former pavilion master’s daughter and rising to prominence.

    As someone who should have died long ago yet miraculously survived, apart from concealing their true identities to evade heaven’s gaze, they could not leave the Radiant King’s side and needed his blood to extend their lives!

    Unlike Wan Lianshi, Qin He had become weary of living under the Radiant King’s control.

    He was now the pavilion master of Soaring Cloud Pavilion, with a complete family and respected reputation. Even if he could not achieve great cultivation, he lived quite freely and at ease.

    Unfortunately, he had no choice but to obey the Radiant King’s commands. Pondering his dual existence, Qin He could only let out a gloomy sigh.

    For now, he could only take one step at a time. He hoped that once the Radiant King successfully controlled the demoness, his freedom would be restored…

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 2

    Chapter 2: Changing Fate

    After being stunned for around five seconds, “Adele’s” pupils suddenly contracted.

    She had figured out whose name Adele was!

    Ding!

    Wasn’t that the abused female lead from the orange-themed revenge novel she had just been reading?

    Combining that with her surroundings and the blonde vampire embracing her…

    “Adele” came to a realization.

    This was the early storyline where the real Adele gets locked in the changing room and “done as the perpetrator pleases” by Celeste, one of the Sequence Two antagonists!

    Her hard-earned chance to transmigrate, yet she ends up fully involved into such a wretched situation!

    Haha world, even if I was going to transmigrate, at least let me arrive during the overpowered, deliciously vengeful later chapters!

    Getting sent to the abused early chapters is just asking for torment!

    …………………..

    Here, we must cover the original novel’s basic setting and plot overview.

    The story’s female lead Adele is a vampire-human halfling, born with feeble magic and frail physique yet possessing breathtaking, country-toppling beauty – especially an elegant, porcelain-like fragility and aloof coolness in her eyes that made one itch to shatter her, to hear that piteous cry.

    To see her utterly debased, stained by the world’s grime.

    The orphaned Adele suddenly received a mysterious enrollment letter purportedly from her parents, inviting her to the renowned Chromwell Academy.

    The impoverished girl thought it a turning point in her fate.

    Little did she know, what awaited was a life akin to hell – which, in a sense, it truly was, her descent from rock bottom into the abyss.

    It was here Adele first grasped her mixed-blood status and the academy’s dark secret – a elite institute founded jointly by vampires and humans to nurture vampire offspring.

    Humanity allowed vampires limited freedom to survive and reproduce within their cities in exchange for the vampires’ aid in dealing with supernatural “containment targets” manifesting in the human world.

    “Vampires are just lapdogs raised by humans, their pride long lost,” the monsters scoffed.

    Chromwell’s students comprised human elites, purebred vampires, and halflings like Adele – the lowest class, with Sequence Fives at the very bottom.

    Adele’s suffering began upon becoming a Sequence Five halfling.

    On the first day, the Vampire Princess marked her as a plaything and living blood source for the Sequence One elites to “enjoy” alongside their “cake.”

    They relished not just her blood, but her fruitless defiance against her cruel fate.

    — Truly befitting the female lead, her spirit never broke, enabling the revenge that followed.
    But Adele, at what cost?
    The more you defied your fate, the harder the antagonist girls tormented you!

    …………………..

    The light left Adele’s eyes once more.

    Why…of all the characters, why did she have to transmigrate as the maltreated Adele?

    Following typical transmigration novel conventions, she should have possessed an antagonist to bully the originally overbearing female lead.

    With her meta-knowledge as insurance, she could safely avoid death flags while developing romances!

    Then fast-forward to making them her devoted companions!

    Hehehe…

    Alas, such fancies are beautifully cruel.

    Adele had transmigrated alright – as the wretched lead in an abused protagonist storyline!

    Did the author have a moment of madness?

    In this day and age, who still reads abused protagonist stories?

    People want either meow-meow-meow invincible protagonists, or saccharine-sweet doting tales.

    Her current predicament fit neither archetype at all!

    At this moment, Adele deeply suspected the author was a twisted deviant venting their frustrations over poor sales by tormenting the main character.

    Nearly three-quarters of the novel’s length covered the heroine’s misery – being treated as a living lunchbox or walking blood pack by vampire girls, elite humans, even monster girls on missions.

    To the point that when the antagonist girls faced crises, readers worried first about poor, victimized Adele!

    “Tired? Drink Adele’s blood. Even dragon kings get slain for you!”

    And in the remaining quarter’s “revenge” arc, the author still portrayed Adele with “Stockholm Syndrome” – dithering, overcautious, a mess of mixed feelings.

    Artsy-fartsy tripe!

    Per common reader consensus, she should have taken swift, bloody vengeance!

    Or at the very least, turned the tables on her tormentors.

    Instead, the ending left Adele the same pitiful, trauma-trapped victim.

    Invincible yet utterly alone, having killed all who twisted to love her in atonement for their cruelties.

    Perpetual torment from start to finish, agony even after becoming overpowered.

    What a mind-blowingly awful train wreck.

    Wait a second…

    Could it be she actually did suffer a brain aneurysm from reading, transmigrating as Adele in the process?

    Well…she wouldn’t put it past herself.

    But if so, could she at least get a chance to delete her browser and computer history first?

    Obviously, Adele was indulging in idle fantasies – a dead woman’s pointless wishes.

    Yet since she now inhabited this “abused protagonist” world revived as Adele, for the original’s sake if not her own, she ought to make an earnest effort to live.

    Protagonist or antagonist, meta-knowledge was still an edge.

    If leveraged properly, perhaps her wretched fate as Adele could be changed.

    Moreover, recalling her feelings while originally reading the novel, Adele frequently ached for the tormented main character – especially when she staunchly refused to break despite any torment.

    More than once, Adele had thought: “You silly girl, just give in to them…if you cannot resist, at least enjoy yourself.”

    “……”

    That’s it!

    If resistance is futile, then embrace full indulgence!

    There’s even a saying about “tasting the bitterness to motivate resolve!”

    Inspiration struck Adele with startling clarity.

    Perhaps she truly could change the original Adele’s destiny – by utterly devoting herself to these antagonist girls from the start!

    Who says an abused protagonist story can’t feature an invincible, doted-upon heroine?

    Adele refused to believe it was impossible!

    She would employ every trick to earn the favor and affection of these antagonist girls.

    For when they became invincible, would that not be her own invincibility?

  • The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies 1

    Chapter 1: The Tangerine(GL) Novel Arrives

    Beneath the bloody red remnants of sunset, a bird with pure white wings soared across the sky.

    Within the supposedly empty changing room of Chromwell Academy, lingered muffled, chaotic breaths.

    Accompanied by the rustling of fabric, the sounds stood out starkly in the quiet atmosphere.

    Feeling the struggle of the delicate girl in her embrace, the golden-haired, arrogant-eyed Celeste frowned slightly, pausing her “tasting.”

    She tightened her grip on the girl’s slender, snow-white wrists, pinning them forcefully against the storage cabinet behind her with a “bang!”

    “If you behave, perhaps it won’t hurt so much!”

    Celeste issued her warning. Her fangs had elongated from tasting the delectable fresh blood, her originally azure pupils now tinged crimson.

    Before her was a frail girl, raven locks cascading like tassels, shoulders and knees trembling uncontrollably.

    As a Sequence Two student, suppressing the mind of this Sequence Five girl was child’s play for Celeste.

    Yet despite Celeste’s oppression causing her body to cower in fear, legs growing too weak to stand, the girl’s rose-quartz eyes, gorgeous yet dim, still burned with a flame that could be called “indignation” or “defiance.”

    How vexing…
    Apart from the fresh bite marks Celeste had just made on the girl’s snowy neck and dainty collarbones, there were already many overlapping wounds left by those Sequence One elites.

    Adele, you’re not a doll for anyone to defile, are you?

    So why resist me in particular?

    “Do you act this stubborn when under them too?”

    “Or is it that because I’m just a lowly Sequence Two, I’m not allowed to taste you like the Sequence Ones?”

    “What’s with that…you mixed-blood disgrace, only your skin and blood are sweet.”

    The more the blonde Celeste thought about it, the more indignant she became. She forcefully gripped Adele’s face, forcing her to look at her own.

    Her sharp nails, enhanced by her loss of control, left several red marks on Adele’s fair, porcelain skin – one of which oozed sweet-smelling blood.

    Someone once said Adele’s blood was irresistibly sweet to any vampire.

    Celeste’s breathing grew more ragged as her fangs extended to their Sequence Two limit.

    Then, meeting Adele’s increasingly feeble gaze, she plunged her fangs viciously into the pale neck and began drinking greedily, venting her frustrations.

    The already frail girl gradually lost her voice under Celeste’s unchecked indulgence, her pallid face draining of all color.

    She just wanted to sleep…

    To escape this hell of unending torment and violation, not just from Celeste but from all of them.

    Perhaps she wasn’t as strong as she imagined…

    Adele’s consciousness faded, a single teardrop rolling down her cheek to shatter like a translucent flower upon hitting the floor.

    Someone, anyone…

    Please save her.

    Or…

    Take her place…

    These were Adele’s last thoughts before her world went black.

    ……………………
    Celeste panicked.

    Before her eyes, Adele’s body slid limply down the storage cabinet, a discarded doll.

    Only her glassy, rose-colored eyes stared ahead vacantly, devoid of life, her once radiant beauty now ash-pale death.

    Celeste had only wanted what the Sequence Ones had…

    To savor the sweet fragrance of the academy’s most beautiful girl, the one she fell for at first sight.

    Yet she could only watch as those elites summoned Adele at their whim, making her their plaything, their living blood source.

    Too weak to stop them, too unworthy even to join their ranks and be allowed a taste, mocked as unfit to partake of Adele.

    But then this chance arose, and she took it – confessing her feelings only to be rejected, those proud eyes looking down on her.

    So Celeste lost herself to rage and envy, asserting her higher Sequence to overpower Adele and finally taste that long-coveted blood.

    The vampire rules dictated lower Sequences must submit to higher ones, unable to resist that dominance of bloodline.

    As a human-vampire halfling, Adele too could not defy this principle.

    But Celeste never intended this outcome from her brief indulgence, her greed causing her to take just a bit too much…

    Celeste fell to her knees before Adele, trembling shoulders curved as she sobbed silently into her hands, fat teardrops rolling down to speckle Adele’s fair legs and skirt.

    It was then that Adele’s vacant rose-colored eyes began to refocus.

    The girl had merely fainted – an unsurprising occurrence for one so frequently drained by the Sequence Ones.

    Realizing she had overreacted, all thoughts of her actions and Adele’s perception of her fled Celeste’s mind as she flung herself into a desperate embrace, cradling the still form tenderly.

    “Adele…thank goodness you’re okay!” she wept, apologies spilling forth over and over.
    “I’m so sorry, so sorry!”

    What Celeste failed to notice was the decidedly puzzled “Adele Question” expression dawning across the girl’s features as she began surveying her surroundings in confusion.

    Adele? Who was that?

    Such a familiar name…

    And where was this place?

    Hadn’t she just been reading a novel – some kind of Tangerine(GL)-themed revenge story with an abused female lead?

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 38

     Chapter 38: Stunning Love 

    Alone? At the Roblensa Market?

    Loseweisse’s heart skipped a beat.

    Angelica was alone, away from the Hero’s residence, her collar suppressing her magic…

    She swallowed, her throat tightening.

    A thought, dangerous and tempting, ignited within her mind.

    She wanted to leave immediately, to seize this opportunity, but that would be too suspicious. She had to remain calm, to continue her conversation with Qin Chu, though her mind was already elsewhere.

    She waited until Ekaterina was about to begin Qin Chu’s training, then stood up to leave.

    As she reached the door, she paused, turning back to face Qin Chu, her voice hesitant. There was a question she had been wanting to ask, a question that had been gnawing at her for days.

    “Hero-sama…”

    Her brow furrowed slightly as she searched for the right words.

    “At the banquet… why didn’t you choose me? Why did you choose Angelica instead?”

    “You know… I was the one mentioned in the divine prophecy… your destined lover…”

    This was a wound that refused to heal.

    She was a skilled actress. Her face, a mask of sadness and vulnerability, perfectly captured the image of a heartbroken maiden, rejected by the man she loved.

    Ekaterina, in comparison, was a novice. They weren’t even in the same league.

    Loseweisse needed to know why she had been deemed unworthy.

    Qin Chu hadn’t expected her to be so fixated on this. He took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to call her out on her hypocrisy, his gaze meeting hers.

    “Unworthy,” he said, his voice low.

    Loseweisse gasped, her body trembling. A surge of murderous rage coursed through her.

    “Are you saying that I’m unworthy of you?”

    “No, Lady Loseweisse, you misunderstand. It’s not that you’re unworthy of me. It’s that I’m unworthy of you.”

    Qin Chu, abandoning all pretense, uttered words that made even him feel nauseous.

    “You’re so beautiful, so pure, so kind…”

    “I feel ashamed in your presence. I fear that even breathing the same air as you might taint your purity…”

    “If you were my lover, I might lose control, I might do something terrible to you. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice sincere.

    It was his insecurity, just as she had suspected.

    She had already arrived at this conclusion, so she readily accepted his explanation.

    She felt a surge of relief, followed by a wave of elation. It wasn’t that she was inferior to Angelica. It was that she was too beautiful, too perfect, a dazzling sun that threatened to burn this insecure man.

    Her confidence returned, stronger than ever.

    Of course, it made sense. How could she possibly be less desirable than Angelica?

    Qin Chu’s response bolstered her confidence in her plan to win him over. She just had to lower herself a little, to beckon him with a single finger, and he would come running like a dog.

    She lowered her head, her golden hair cascading around her shoulders. Her slender figure bowed gracefully, her white hands lifting the hem of her robes.

    “Hero-sama, you mustn’t think so little of yourself. You are the most extraordinary Hero.”

    “This might not be your homeland, but you’re willing to fight for this world. Your noble spirit is admirable, your talent unmatched. You are the most exceptional person I know.”

    “It is I, Loseweisse, who is unworthy of you.”

    “But I will strive to become a woman worthy of standing by your side.”

    Her words were carefully chosen.

    She hadn’t uttered a single word of love.

    But her tone, her demeanor, conveyed a clear message: I admire you. I respect you. Perhaps… I even have feelings for you.

    Any man, hearing those words, would react the same way Qin Chu did, his face a mixture of surprise, joy, and disbelief.

    Loseweisse, sensing his vulnerability, decided to retreat. She bid him farewell and returned to her chambers.

    Alone in her white, empty room, her mask finally slipped, revealing a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with malice and cunning.

    Qin Chu, that fool, had inadvertently revealed a crucial piece of information: Angelica was alone, at the Roblensa Market…

    This was the perfect opportunity to eliminate her.

    Her previous attempt to kill Angelica had been thwarted by Augustus. Should she seize this chance…

    No… It was too risky.

    She quickly dismissed the idea.

    Qin Chu had told her about Angelica’s whereabouts. Though many people must have seen Angelica on her way to the market, suspicion would still fall upon her.

    It would jeopardize her plan to seduce Qin Chu.

    Now that they had a clear strategy for resurrecting Jie Luo, she wouldn’t risk any unnecessary complications.

    But the thought of what Ekaterina had endured, the sacrifices she had made to seduce Qin Chu, sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t bear the thought of that man touching her.

    Her body was pure, reserved for Jie Luo. No one else deserved her touch.

    The thought of Jie Luo brought tears to her eyes.

    She opened a drawer in her silver desk, retrieving a framed magical image.

    Ah, Jie Luo…

    You are so captivating.

    I will never let that filthy man replace you.

    If only there was a way to turn Qin Chu into her loyal slave…

    A thought struck her.

    She opened another drawer, retrieving a metal box sealed with magic. Inside, seven vials filled with a shimmering pink liquid glowed softly.

    These were her special concoction.

    The ingredients were rare and precious. She had only managed to create seven vials.

    Besides the various exotic components, the potion required a more… personal touch: the creator’s bodily fluids, blood, and saliva.

    A single golden curl, suspended within the liquid, swirled gently within each vial.

    The potion had a beautiful name: Stunning Love.

    One vial per week.

    Any man who consumed Stunning Love for seven consecutive weeks would fall hopelessly in love with the potion’s creator, becoming their devoted slave…

    Wasn’t this the perfect solution?

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 37

    Chapter 37: Can I Kill Him Now? 

    Darkness enveloped Qin Chu as he was engulfed in softness, his cheeks pressed against a yielding warmth.

    Judging by the bosom alone…

    Ekaterina might be one of his most hated enemies, second only to Loseweisse. In his previous life, he had treated her like a sister, his love for her turning into an even deeper hatred after her betrayal.

    But he couldn’t deny her impressive physique.

    Despite being thirty-six, her skin was as smooth and fair as a young maiden’s. As a Valkyrie, her lifespan far exceeded that of ordinary humans. Age was a mere number to her.

    Years of rigorous training had sculpted her body into a masterpiece of strength and beauty, her skin possessing an elasticity that surpassed even the other female members of the Hero Squad.

    In his previous life, he had been so shocked by her sudden embrace that he hadn’t even noticed the forced, emotionless tone of her voice.

    Loseweisse, however, stared at Ekaterina, her jaw agape, her eyes wide with astonishment.

    She had only suggested a subtle seduction, a gradual approach to winning Qin Chu’s affections. She hadn’t expected Ekaterina to be so bold, so… direct.

    But would it be effective? Loseweisse doubted it. In her opinion, Qin Chu was deeply insecure, especially around strong, high-status women. This insecurity limited his romantic pursuits to those he perceived as beneath him, like maids.

    It was time to move on.

    He had remained motionless in Ekaterina’s embrace, playing the role of a startled man, but he couldn’t stay like this forever.

    As he began to feel suffocated, he started to struggle, his hand landing on Ekaterina’s toned waist, attempting to push her away.

    This was what he had done in his previous life, but recreating past actions with perfect accuracy proved more challenging than he had anticipated.

    As he pushed, his hand slipped, sliding down her waist towards a more… prominent curve.

    “Hey, is this part of your act?”

    Shaye, who had been enjoying the show, couldn’t help but comment.

    “No, this is a genuine mistake,” Qin Chu insisted, his mind racing.

    “Definitely not intentional.”

    Ekaterina’s body stiffened, a tremor running through her.

    Qin Chu couldn’t see it, but Shaye had a clear view. Ekaterina’s crimson hair, unmoved by any wind, began to rise, tiny flames flickering among the strands. The temperature in the room spiked, the air shimmering with heat.

    She bit her lip, her eyes, blazing with fury, fixed on Loseweisse.

    There was no mistaking the question in her gaze:

    Can I kill him now?

    Shaye giggled, thoroughly enjoying the unfolding drama.

    Ekaterina was on the verge of exploding. She regretted convincing Loseweisse to postpone Qin Chu’s execution. This bastard deserved to die, and soon.

    Loseweisse shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading, her lips forming silent words.

    She seemed to be mouthing “Jie Luo,” reminding Ekaterina of their goal, urging her to endure this humiliation for their beloved Hero.

    With Loseweisse’s desperate pleas, Ekaterina managed to suppress her rage, her body trembling with suppressed fury.

    But she couldn’t bear to hold him any longer. She released him, her arms dropping to her sides.

    Qin Chu stumbled back, gasping for breath like a drowning man pulled from the water. His face flushed, his gaze darting around the room, avoiding eye contact.

    He finally regained his composure, his voice strained as he spoke. “Th-this… madam… what was that about?”

    He was blushing, clearly embarrassed.

    After all, a man like Qin Chu, a man who only pursued lowly maids, wouldn’t dare approach a woman like Ekaterina. His shyness was understandable.

    Loseweisse smiled inwardly, her expression remaining gentle and reassuring. “Hero-sama, this is Ekaterina, a member of the Hero Squad. She’s here to train you in martial arts and Battle Qi. She’s a bit… boisterous, but don’t mind her.”

    “Ekaterina, please, restrain yourself. You can’t be so disrespectful to the Hero.”

    Ekaterina forced a smile, her teeth gritted. It wasn’t like she enjoyed this. Loseweisse had insisted on this “intimacy,” on seducing Qin Chu, on snatching him away from Angelica.

    Damn it! His drool was on her dress now.

    She felt violated, defiled.

    She would need a whole bar of soap to scrub this feeling away.

    Loseweisse, acting as the mediator, introduced them properly. Qin Chu invited them to sit, and they discussed his training schedule, deciding to begin immediately.

    Ekaterina, lacking a residence of her own, would be staying at the Hero’s residence. Loseweisse claimed it was for Qin Chu’s protection.

    Qin Chu knew better. It was surveillance, plain and simple.

    He didn’t object, agreeing readily.

    He noticed Loseweisse staring at him, her expression curious, as if she wanted to ask something but was unsure how to phrase it. He decided to help her out. “Lady Loseweisse, is something wrong with my face? You keep staring…”

    Loseweisse blushed, her expression a picture of innocent curiosity. “Ah, I apologize. It was rude of me… It’s just… Hero-sama, why do you look so… disheveled? What happened?”

    Qin Chu ran a hand through his messy hair, feigning embarrassment. “I’ve been so busy dealing with Demons that I haven’t had time to… well, you know… I apologize for my appearance.”

    Loseweisse’s expression turned indignant. “Where’s Angelica? Why isn’t she here?”

    “A maid’s duty is to ensure her master’s presentable appearance. Her master’s dishevelment is her shame. Angelica is clearly neglecting her duties.”

    She wouldn’t miss an opportunity to criticize Angelica, to tarnish her image in Qin Chu’s eyes.

    “Perhaps she’s taking advantage of your unfamiliarity with our customs, Hero-sama?”

    Qin Chu waved his hands dismissively. “No, no, it’s not her fault.”

    “I heard she’s a talented cook, and I wanted to try her food. She’s gone to the Roblensa Market to buy ingredients. She won’t be back until evening.”

    Loseweisse froze.

    Alone… at the Roblensa Market?

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 98

    Chapter 98: There’s No Going Back

    Mu Zhi’an stood on his flying sword, his chest pressed against Wei Mengrou’s back, his arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist.

    He could smell the faint, sweet fragrance of her hair.

    Girls are so soft and fragrant… he thought to himself.

    While most people’s gazes were usually drawn to Bai Ruoxi, Wei Mengrou’s beauty was undeniable. They each had their own charm. Bai Ruoxi’s delicate beauty and gentle demeanor naturally attracted men’s affection.

    But a girl like Wei Mengrou, who often looked at him with disdain and disgust, it made him wonder what her expression would be like when she was flustered.

    She seemed to sense his gaze, turning to look at him, her eyes narrowed. “If you try anything, I’ll throw you off.”

    If you throw me off, I might meet Senior Ling Long… He nodded obediently. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare to touch you, Mengrou.”

    “You’re a Core Formation cultivator. I’d be asking for death.”

    She scoffed. “Bai Ruoxi is also a Core Formation cultivator, and you…”

    “Ruoxi and I are… compatible. If she was serious, I wouldn’t be able to control her,” he replied.

    He had forgotten that she knew him intimately. He couldn’t deceive her.

    “We should hurry. The crane is disappearing,” he said, quickly changing the subject.

    She looked up, her hands forming seals, and the sword accelerated, catching up to the paper crane, which was fading from view.

    She turned to look at him, her hair whipping in the wind, her lips parting slightly. “If you were at Core Formation, you wouldn’t need me for these trivial matters.”

    If I were at Core Formation, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy your company… He smiled, but he didn’t respond.

    The crane soared through the air, past towering peaks, the scenery breathtaking.

    The Two Polarities Sect had numerous peaks, not just the nine main ones. They saw disciples meditating on the mountaintops, their figures silhouetted against the sky.

    “I heard the trial on Boundless Sea Peak was incredibly difficult. How did you pass?” Wei Mengrou asked suddenly.

    “Each Trial Forest has multiple formations. I managed to comprehend the outermost layer,” he replied, his gaze sweeping over the scenery.

    “That formation has a teleportation ability… Using it, I could easily pass the exams.”

    She nodded, understanding dawning on her.

    So that’s why Gongsun Cheng accused him of cheating.

    “Why would the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak make the exams so difficult?” she murmured, her voice laced with curiosity.

    It was strange. Normally, at least ten or so candidates would pass.

    But Boundless Sea Peak required Foundation Establishment cultivators to reach the summit with only their spiritual energy… Most wouldn’t even reach the halfway point before their energy was depleted.

    Even an eighth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator would struggle.

    Mu Zhi’an pondered her question, then chuckled. “If I’m not mistaken, the peak lord’s goal isn’t to let anyone pass. The exams are just a facade.”

    “What’s his goal then?” she asked.

    “To provoke envy,” he replied, his expression serious.

    “He made a plate of dumplings… just to provoke envy.”

    Creating a grand spectacle just to provoke envy. It was a common tactic, even in the imperial court.

    She frowned, looking at him, but he simply smiled, refusing to elaborate.

    He was teasing her.

    Fine, keep your secrets… She scoffed, then turned away, focusing on the crane.

    After nearly two hours, they flew past several peaks, the crane finally heading towards a specific mountain.

    “Which peak is that?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

    She studied the peak, then said, “It should be Two Polarities Peak.”

    The main peak and a side peak were intertwined, forming a yin-yang symbol when viewed from above.

    It was the tenth peak, the peak where the previous sect master had achieved Dao Integration and ascended to immortality.

    And the crane was heading towards it.

    Even Mu Zhi’an was surprised.

    The crane came from Two Polarities Peak?

    But wasn’t it said that only the sect master and her disciple resided there?

    Were the rumors false?

    But if they were true, and only the sect master and her disciple were on that peak… then his pen pal, the one who had been exchanging letters with him while Senior Sister was in Tianxuan City… could it be…?

    He looked at Wei Mengrou. “Can we go there?”

    She shook her head. “That peak is protected by powerful formations. It’s too dangerous.”

    Ordinary cultivators couldn’t approach, but a crane could enter easily? He pondered for a moment, then said, “Let’s go back for now.”

    He had to revise his plans.

    And he needed to calm down.

    If his pen pal was truly the sect master…

    He felt a wave of pressure he had never experienced before.

    He wanted to expand his pond, but the sect master wasn’t a fish… She was a shark. She would devour anyone who entered her territory, perhaps even him…

    According to the legends, the Empress had lived for thousands, even tens of thousands of years… The Demon Realm Empress could read minds. The sect master probably could as well.

    It would be difficult to manipulate her…

    He wasn’t sure about her identity yet, but he would proceed cautiously, maintaining their correspondence for now.

    Even investments required a gradual approach. Romance was no different.

    On their way back, he asked Wei Mengrou to stop at the Pilgrimage Palace, where he plucked a peach blossom. He stepped onto his sword, smiling. “Let’s go.”

    “Why did you pick a peach blossom?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

    “It’s for you,” he replied, looking at her.

    She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Scoundrel.”

    She knew it wasn’t for her.

    He had already appeased Ye Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi. Lan Mulian was still at Two Polarities Peak. The only one left was obvious…

    That night, under a sky filled with stars, Ye Qian sat by the window, gazing at the moon, a sigh escaping her lips.

    She held a teacup in her hand, her eyes downcast, lost in thought.

    While her features were sweet and youthful, her blue robe couldn’t conceal her ample bosom, giving her an allure that belied her age, a blend of innocence and maturity that was captivating.

    Knock, knock.

    A soft knock came from the door.

    She looked up. “Is that you, Sister?”

    “It’s me, Qian’er,” Mu Zhi’an’s voice replied.

    Her heart skipped a beat, a mixture of joy and annoyance swirling within her.

    Joy at his arrival, annoyance at her own weakness… Why was she so happy that he had come to see her, when he hadn’t even given her a snow lotus?

    “What is it, Young Master Mu? It’s late,” she said, her voice cold and distant, mimicking her sister’s tone.

    “Could you open the door? I want to talk,” he said.

    “I’m about to rest. Please come back another time.”

    He sighed. “Won’t you even listen to me, Qian’er?”

    Silence.

    After a moment, he continued, his voice filled with a carefully crafted despair. “I know you were hurt today. But it’s more complicated than you think.”

    He paused, then continued, as if talking to himself. “The peach blossoms at the Pilgrimage Palace are in full bloom. I went there earlier.”

    “If you like snow lotuses, I’ll go back to the Mu Manor in a few days and bring you one.”

    He sighed again, his voice low and mournful. “I’ll leave the flower at your door…”

    Footsteps faded into the distance.

    She quietly opened the door and saw a pink peach blossom lying on the ground.

    Her heart ached, a mix of emotions swirling within her as she picked up the flower.

    She didn’t understand her own feelings, but seeing this flower… it filled her with a strange longing.

    She held the blossom in her hands, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice a soft whisper. “Brother Mu.”

    A shadow fell over her.

    She looked up to see Mu Zhi’an standing before her, his handsome face illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes filled with a gentle warmth.

    “You finally came out,” he said softly.

    She looked away, flustered, and turned to go back inside.

    He reached out, taking her wrist.

    “Wait, Qian’er.”

    She froze, her heart pounding, about to tell him to leave.

    “Didn’t you hear her, Mu Zhi’an? This kind of behavior will only make her hate you,” a cold voice said behind them.

    Mu Zhi’an turned to see Ye Yu standing there, his expression cold and impassive, his gaze fixed on him.

    Other disciples, drawn by the commotion, gathered at the entrance, whispering among themselves.

    It was like a scene from a classic story: the villain harassing the innocent girl, the hero arriving to save the day, winning his sister’s affection.

    But Mu Zhi’an had always been able to rewrite the script. And now, with the Ye sisters’ affection for him so high…

    Ye Yu’s arrival was timely.

    He frowned, looking at him. “I just wanted to talk to Qian’er.”

    “Leave,” Ye Yu said coldly. “Harassing a female disciple on your first day in the sect? Aren’t you afraid of being expelled?”

    Mu Zhi’an’s expression shifted, and Ye Qian felt his grip tighten on her wrist.

    But then he released her hand, sighing. “If this is the punishment for my infidelity, I accept it.”

    Ye Yu smiled inwardly.

    If he reported this to the peak lord, even if Mu Zhi’an wasn’t expelled, he would surely be punished!

    And he, having stopped him, would be able to repair his relationship with Ye Qian.

    He opened his mouth to speak, but Ye Qian’s soft voice interrupted him. “It was just a personal matter. He wasn’t harassing me.”

    She looked at Ye Yu, her voice gentle. “Please leave, Brother Ye Yu.”