Achieving A Happy Ending With The Tragic Female Lead [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 35

The civilians who had previously been speaking in favor of the demonic cultivator turned pale upon seeing Yue Qianzhou strike out at others. Hearing Su Mi’s words, they became even more terrified and fled in all directions.

Shortly after, another disciple from Mount Qingyang arrived in a hurry, reporting that traces of demonic cultivators had appeared in multiple locations across the city, and the rest of the disciples had already rushed there.

This was Yue Qianzhou’s doing. He had long considered how to respond if today’s extermination went awry; creating chaos to leave them overwhelmed was the best option.

Su Mi made a decisive call, sending Fang Yun to help while she and Wanqi Yue stayed behind. The Mount Qingyang disciple led the remaining civilians away from the area.

By now, less than a third of the blood crows surrounding Yue Qianzhou remained. Seeing his “blood bags” leaving, he naturally wouldn’t let them go easily, but he was blocked by Su Mi and Wanqi Yue.

The moment he leaped up, he was whipped back down by an ice dragon’s tail. Upon landing, the ground instantly spider webbed with cracks that spread all the way to Su Mi’s feet. In the next instant, those shattered stones rose and hurtled toward Su Mi and her companion.

Wanqi Yue threaded through the flying stones. While Yue Qianzhou was being restrained, she twisted in mid-air and dove downward, her sword carving a deep gash into his chest. Blazing flames bloomed like lotuses within the wound.

Facing the bone-chilling pain, Yue Qianzhou ignored the sharpness of the spirit sword and gripped the blade tightly. The wound was deep enough to see bone. His face, stained with blood and demonic energy, twisted into a gory smile.

His voice sounded raspy and bizarre: “We had such a good talk that night, do you really want to die that much? Although your Golden Core isn’t fully formed yet, it will suffice.”

As he spoke, the demonic energy around him twisted due to the absorption of spiritual power. The spiritual energy converted from the blood crows was frantically sucked into his wound. The demonic patterns crawling up his neck continued to rise until they covered his cheeks, and his pupils turned a dark crimson. He looked utterly sinister.

“Back away!” Su Mi shouted sharply.

Wanqi Yue sensed danger and tried to retreat, but she couldn’t pull her sword free. She decisively abandoned her weapon and leapt back, but she was a moment too late.

Yue Qianzhou raised his left hand, soaked in demonic energy, and lunged toward Wanqi Yue’s spiritual palace where her Golden Core resided. His sharp fingertips easily tore through her clothes and skin, and blood sprayed instantly.

Su Mi’s pupils contracted, but in that split second, a brilliant light erupted from Wanqi Yue’s chest, blocking Yue Qianzhou and knocking him back several meters.

Wanqi Yue stared dazed at her glowing chest, remembering it was the talisman her Eldest Martial Sister had given her. She had kept it there to ensure it stayed close to her.

Before the sword wielding Yue Qianzhou could react, Su Mi appeared before him. She grabbed Wanqi Yue’s sword and kicked him squarely in the abdomen, forcefully reclaiming the weapon. Blood slid down the blade with a slight vibration, the sword turned the blood into a red mist, its edge gleaming sharply as she turned it.

Coal (the system) sensed something and tried to intervene: 【Host, did you foresee this situation long ago? But you cannot kill the male lead. If you try to kill him, there might be only one ending: mutual destruction as in the original plot. If that happens, your mission fails.】

Su Mi: “I know.”

Although Wanqi Yue was the female lead, she had indirectly died at Yue Qianzhou’s hands in the previous life. Su Mi didn’t dare to gamble.

Su Mi: “I only need to sever his limbs and leave him with one breath for her to finish the job, right?”

Coal hesitated but knew persuasion was useless. It shook its fur: 【Fine. If you insist, I will do my best to help you.】

Amidst the howling wind, long hair fluttered, and intersecting sword qi crisscrossed the air. Spirit swords recognize their masters, but since Wanqi Yue and Su Mi’s hearts were in sync, the sword did not resist Su Mi’s control.

Su Mi’s expression was icy as she held the sword before her. She slid two fingers along the blade, and a pale blue light emerged, reflecting in her cold, narrow eyes.

Yue Qianzhou was now using demonic cultivation methods. Though it damaged his foundation and risked backlash, it allowed him to maximize his cultivation or even increase it several times over in a short period.

A desperate Yue Qianzhou was more troublesome than ever. The surging demonic energy was like a thick, sticky swamp, but Su Mi’s movements seemed largely unaffected.

Wanqi Yue wanted to help, but she found that the protective barrier around her would not disappear regardless of how she manipulated it. Watching her Eldest Martial Sister fight Yue Qianzhou, she grew increasingly anxious. She remembered her sister’s strange words, that only she could kill the opponent. So why was she being locked in here now?

Was it just so she could reap the benefits without effort?

Knowing Wanqi Yue was safe, Su Mi focused entirely on Yue Qianzhou, aiming to break his limbs. She pinned him against a stone wall with a sword strike and used her left hand to seize his throat. He went mute, only able to make a “hehe” gasping sound.

“I’ve wanted to say this for a while: you talk too much,” Su Mi said expressionlessly, showing no mercy.

Snap…

The sound of breaking bones echoed. Yue Qianzhou couldn’t even scream, but a second later, the arm that should have been broken rose again. If Su Mi hadn’t dodged quickly, it would have pierced her stomach; instead, it left a bloody gash on her waist.

She had been careless, these heretical paths were truly treacherous.

Seeing this, Wanqi Yue grew even more frantic. “Eldest Martial Sister, quickly undo the formation and let me help you!”

Su Mi glanced back at her, her eyes resolute. “I will let you out when I need you.”

“That’s right now!” Wanqi Yue bit her lip in frustration, but Su Mi had already turned back.

Wanqi Yue watched the flying sand and stones. The houses around the two combatants were losing bricks and tiles, even doors and windows were being blown away. Seeing Su Mi’s wounds increase and her clothes stain red with blood, Wanqi Yue’s spirit sword trembled within the cracked stone.

Wanqi Yue pressed her palms against the barrier, her skin burning hot. Her red spiritual power bloomed into several gorgeous red lotuses, aggressively dismantling the barrier.

In the next moment, a pale hand gripped the hilt of the sword standing in the clearing. The blade hummed in brief resistance before returning to silence. The sword erupted in cold light, turning into a flash that slashed down at Yue Qianzhou, the wave of energy knocking him back.

Su Mi retreated two steps, panting. She looked up at the newcomer, her lips moving, but she didn’t know what to call her.

It was the Mountain Lord, still dressed in black, holding an unidentifiable animal that looked limp and lifeless in her left hand.

When Yue Qianzhou saw what she was holding, his eyes turned from dark red to blood-red. A raspy voice squeezed out: “What… did you do?!”

The Mountain Lord’s melodious laughter rang out: “I have to thank your ‘token.’ It finally allowed me to enter and find her.”

Hearing a voice identical to Wanqi Yue’s, Yue Qianzhou realized something. “You two….”

So, Wanqi Yue’s “approach” that night was to steal his token.

The Mountain Lord casually tossed the rabbit onto the ground. Its form shifted, turning into a frail, boneless woman. Her aura was weak, and demonic energy leaked from her. She opened her eyes tremulously and looked at Yue Qianzhou, gasping: “Brother Qianzhou, save… save me…”

This was the male lead’s “White Moonlight” from the original plot, whose cultivation had plummeted after a severe backlash during a breakthrough.

Yue Qianzhou now ignored Su Mi and Wanqi Yue, charging straight at the Mountain Lord to reclaim the person most important to him.

The Mountain Lord pointed her sword at his throat: “Do you want to see if my sword is faster, or you are?”

Her words made him stop in his tracks, his eyes looking as if they wanted to swallow her alive.

“Hahaha…” The Mountain Lord couldn’t help but laugh. “So this is what it feels like to hold someone’s lifeline.”

She tilted her head to look at the woman on the ground. She remembered clearly the woman’s sinister smiles and hateful words after her Golden Core had been dug out. Truly… hateful.

The sword rose and fell. Blood splattered in the air, and the woman on the ground instantly lost her breath, blood pooling around her.

The Mountain Lord looked at the blood on her sword. “Actually, I wanted to kill her the moment I saw her. But I felt it was better to kill her right in front of you.”

“I…will…kill…you!”

Perhaps out of rage for his fallen lover, the spiritual power and life force in Yue Qianzhou’s failing body flared up again. Su Mi gritted her teeth. She had to admit, as expected of a male lead, his “boss phases” were numerous and his “buffs” were plenty.

The fierce battle left the ground pockmarked and surrounded by ruins. With the Mountain Lord diverting him, Su Mi’s pressure was greatly reduced.

【Host, if you release the female lead now, it will greatly increase the chances of victory.】

Su Mi thought so too. She intended to undo the formation while the Mountain Lord and Yue Qianzhou were engaged, but as she approached Wanqi Yue, she saw the formation was already saturated with red spiritual power. Wanqi Yue was covered in a thin sweat.

Wanqi Yue didn’t know how to break the formation, so she was using brute force. Realizing this, Su Mi stepped forward, but the moment her hand touched the barrier, the formation shattered.

With the barrier gone, Wanqi Yue immediately grabbed Su Mi’s hand, her eyes full of accusation and dissatisfaction.

“I…” Su Mi wanted to explain but stopped. “Kill him first.” If they missed this chance, there might not be another.

Without a word, Wanqi Yue joined the fray. The Mountain Lord tossed Wanqi Yue’s sword back to her without looking. Wanqi Yue caught it in mid-air, looking at both the Mountain Lord and Su Mi, but asked nothing.

Yue Qianzhou was covered in wounds, every move now filled with a bloodthirsty madness. After being forced back again, he threw his head back and laughed, his body twisting within the dense demonic energy.

“Since it’s like this, let’s all die here today to accompany her.”

His wounds healed instantly as they were cut. His red whip danced like the wind. Unlike Su Mi and the others who had consumed a great deal of spiritual energy, he seemed to have an inexhaustible source of power.

“He is self-combusting his Golden Core,” Su Mi realized. He truly wanted everyone to die with him.

These words made the Mountain Lord’s body stiffen. She had seen such madness before, and it had ended with two lives being lost.

Yue Qianzhou was lost in a demonic trance, his bloodshot eyes only remembered the instinct to kill. The ground beneath him sank into deep cracks. The whip scattered their positions, pushing Su Mi back several meters. She spat out a mouthful of blood as her chest burned with pain. The others were in no better shape.

Kneeling on the ground, the Mountain Lord forced herself up, black energy surging around her.

“I actually thought about falling into the demonic path… to help the wicked, to act on my whims…” she said, as if talking to herself. “But after that day, I remembered the tireless teachings of my sect. I couldn’t forget how everyone pampered and tolerated me. Those were the most ordinary things I once possessed.”

Standing between heaven and earth, the Mountain Lord turned slightly to look at Su Mi. “I really wanted to stand by your side again, no matter what price I had to pay…”

Having said that, she looked at the still-pained Wanqi Yue and took a slow step forward.

“Don’t…” Su Mi choked out through the blood, stumbling toward them.

A pitch-black sword swept up a storm of dark clouds and slashed down. Black lotuses bloomed faintly with the heat of molten lava.

Su Mi stopped abruptly. She watched as the black lotuses wrapped around the two figures at the center. Blood flowed across the devastated ground, and the overwhelming demonic energy ceased its churning in an instant.

The black veil covering the Mountain Lord’s face vanished, revealing a face identical to Wanqi Yue’s.

Wanqi Yue forgot her pain, staring blankly at the Mountain Lord, watching her lips move as if silently saying something to her.

As the demonic energy dissipated and the sunlight fell, the Mountain Lord turned her head slightly. Tears blurred her vision, making Su Mi’s silhouette seem surrounded by a halo of light.

A breeze blew. For a fleeting moment, she seemed to have returned to the past.

Back then, she was still troubled because she couldn’t break through the sword formation her master had set. After being knocked down yet again, she pouted and lay there for a while before looking up.

Back then, just like now, the Eldest Martial Sister assigned to supervise her was standing in the sunlight. Because she was backlit, her whole being seemed to glow, even her hair.

“Get up. Keep practicing.”

She couldn’t help but smile, just as she did now.

The shackles that had long bound her soul suddenly fell away. Having exhausted the last of her soul power, the Mountain Lord vanished into the ruins.