After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 84

Song Xingzi grabbed the ring on Jì Rúyuè’s chest. Even though it was just a ring, she felt like a giant stone was pressing down on her heart, making it hard to breathe. The sudden surge of grief made her tears fall uncontrollably, dropping onto Jì Rúyuè’s delicate collarbone and tracing the curve of her neck.

“Jì Jì, why do I suddenly feel so sad? It feels like I’ve forgotten someone very important,” Song Xingzi leaned in, her furry paw tracing Jì Rúyuè’s face. “But who could I possibly forget? Could it be in a dream?”

The sun was scorching. Jì Rúyuè’s already pale, almost sickly complexion was hot to the touch, making her seem even more fragile. Her lips were dry and cracked. Song Xingzi looked up at the overly harsh sunlight, touched her bell, took out a section of bamboo tube, poked a hole in the top, and used her other paw to gently pry open Jì Rúyuè’s lips, carefully placing the sweet spiritual bamboo liquid to the edge of her mouth.

Jì Rúyuè’s will to survive was strong. Upon receiving the moisture, she actively swallowed without Song Xingzi needing to force her.

Song Xingzi was very satisfied. The inexplicable sadness dissipated. She patted Jì Rúyuè’s face and said: “Such a good girl. After you finish this, I’ll take you back.”

The sunlight on Mount Lùwú was too intense. Furthermore, there was no vegetation on the mountain—only metal and jade-stone. It was not a place where living creatures could thrive, let alone a patient on the brink of death.

Sigh, if only I had Uncle Niú’s one-way teleportation array. I could draw a simple spell and send us away.

Given how smooth Mount Lùwú was, it wouldn’t be easy for her to carry a human back.

Song Xingzi sighed. Jì Rúyuè slowly finished the section of spiritual bamboo liquid. Song Xingzi moved her hand away, contemplating how to carry this unconscious human back to Qīngqiū for proper care.

“I could actually use spiritual power to chisel the stone. That way, there would be footholds.”

Song Xingzi was talking to herself. Just as she withdrew her gaze from a warm, white patch on the mountain, she suddenly met a pair of light-colored pupils. Jì Rúyuè had woken up at some point, and her slightly downturned eyes were fixed intently on her, the gaze almost solidifying into a tangible force, sticking to Song Xingzi.

Song Xingzi shivered, suddenly remembering that the older sister she was trying to save was actually the great demon who could one-punch a Gǔ Diāo. Song Xingzi tremblingly backed away, wavering between her dear wife-like Older Sister and the Demon Slayer.

“Xīngxīng.”

Jì Rúyuè’s voice was very soft and gentle, completely different from her gaze, which was full of desire and urgency. The wavering scale in Song Xingzi’s heart immediately tilted wildly towards the “adorable Older Sister” side.

Although the little squirrel before her—completely white with little bells tied to her ears—was vastly different from her memory, Jì Rúyuè instantly recognized that she was the one she had been looking for, her Xīngxīng.

But is this a fantasy or a real existence? Is this the fleeting illusion that appeared countless times throughout the day and night?

Jì Rúyuè moved her fingertip, wanting to touch Song Xingzi. The bone-deep wound on her abdomen was slowly healing, but the slight twitch of a muscle sent pain deep into her marrow.

Song Xingzi cupped her face, the picture of innocence: “Are you calling me?”

In her childish question was a hint of a girl’s shyness, like a boy who had been watched for a long time suddenly looking back and gifting her a bright, sunny smile without reservation.

“You don’t recognize me.”

Song Xingzi’s eyes were very pure, with a hint of curiosity. Jì Rúyuè reached this conclusion almost instantly.

Jì Rúyuè’s weaving gaze moved away from Song Xingzi. Song Xingzi felt a little helpless, wanting to say something to keep her, but not knowing what to say, she hopped over to Jì Rúyuè’s side.

“I recognize you!” Song Xingzi was very certain. “Your name is Jì Rúyuè, and you’re a big star! I even read your fanfiction. You were on a huge billboard last year, and it said you were unconscious due to an accident during filming.”

After speaking, Song Xingzi awkwardly scratched her head. I only casually overheard it that day, so why do I remember it so clearly? It makes me seem like I have ill intentions.

Everything she said was based on Jì Rúyuè’s information in this world. Song Xingzi genuinely didn’t remember Jì Rúyuè.

You once said our relationship was like fish and water. The fish is you, and the water is me. The fish can’t leave the water for even a second, but the water is cleaner without the fish! You said it backwards, you big liar.

Jì Rúyuè answered her with a voice that was as gentle and calm as possible: “You are right. I recognize you too, Song Xingzi, the little squirrel demon of Qīngqiū.”

Song Xingzi clapped her hands happily, completely carefree: “Yes! Then we are now friends who know each other!”

Jì Rúyuè blinked: “Mm, we are friends.”

Jì Rúyuè hooked Song Xingzi’s tail with her finger. She forced herself to listen to Song Xingzi talk for a few more sentences, but her energy quickly faded, and she fell unconscious again.

Jì Rúyuè had answered all her questions, spoke politely, and her voice was gentle. Song Xingzi quickly threw the image of the great demon who could one-punch a Gǔ Diāo to the back of her mind, seeing only the woman lying on the ground as extremely fragile. With an aching heart, she pulled out another spiritual elixir from her spatial bell and lightly pressed Jì Rúyuè’s lower lip to feed it to her.

After watching the unconscious woman for a while, Song Xingzi still felt that they needed to leave Mount Lùwú and exit the Confusing Wind Formation quickly. Otherwise, in such a harsh environment, relying only on the elixirs in her spatial bell, Jì Rúyuè definitely wouldn’t get better.

“I should make use of the materials here and chisel out a jade-stone cushion. The patient can lie on it, and I can control it to fly up to the summit to find the teleportation point I came through.”

Song Xingzi’s execution was efficient. Once she made up her mind, she condensed a dagger using spiritual power and selected a spot with a high content of jade-stone. Jade-stone is soft and easy to chisel.

Jì Rúyuè woke up again amidst a continuous clinking of metal. Song Xingzi had force-fed her elixirs and spiritual bamboo liquid as if they were worthless, forcibly dragging the person who had one foot in the King of Hell’s court back to life.

Jì Rúyuè propped herself up and sat on the ground. She was long-limbed and slender, and the way she sat silently, curled up, made her look like fragile porcelain.

Song Xingzi was working away, chiseling the mountain with the dagger. She had already completed two-thirds of the work. She clutched her abdomen and chuckled softly, seeming very satisfied with her progress.

Jì Rúyuè watched silently for a moment, and feeling a little better, she asked softly: “What are you doing?”

“Ah?! You’re awake!” Song Xingzi quickly drew back the paw clutching her abdomen and turned to give Jì Rúyuè a simple smile. “That’s great! Aunt Qīng’s medicine really is effective!”

Jì Rúyuè then noticed Song Xingzi was covered in cold sweat and her body was constantly spasming. “Why are you chiseling the mountain? You look very tired.”

Song Xingzi waved her hand carelessly, then winced and squatted down in pain. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I thought you wouldn’t wake up, so I was preparing to chisel out a jade mat to put you on, and then carry you up the mountain.”

Song Xingzi wasn’t sweating just from exhaustion; she was in pain from overusing her spiritual power. The Confusing Wind Formation severely suppresses demons. Demons can only move around in their original form inside it, and since Song Xingzi hadn’t yet re-condensed her core, she was little different from a sentient animal inside the formation. To chisel the mountain, she had used too much spiritual power, and her dantian felt like it was being torn apart.

However, looking at her nearly finished work and her now-awake Older Sister, Song Xingzi felt that everything was worth it.

“Why chisel a jade mat?” Jì Rúyuè tilted her head to look at her. “Is jade a medium for flying?”

Song Xingzi: …Oh right, I could just sit on her and fly us both. Why did I spend all that time chiseling the mountain?

Her previous efforts suddenly felt meaningless. Song Xingzi strongly suspected that she had gone dull-witted from cultivating too much while cooped up indoors these past few days.

Song Xingzi desperately tried to save face: “N-no, nothing like that. I just thought you would be more comfortable lying on it.”

Song Xingzi: …I really have gone stupid. That excuse sounds so dumb. No one would believe it, right?

“You’re too tired. Let me handle it,” Jì Rúyuè nodded firmly, stood up, and went to Song Xingzi’s side. She gently wrapped one arm around the little creature, and with her other hand, she snapped the jade-stone off. Snapped…

Snapped it off? Snapped it off? Is this still the same vulnerable little darling who was on the verge of death just now?

Song Xingzi’s paw rested on Jì Rúyuè’s arm, and she couldn’t help but question her life as a demon.

I must have been wrong. She’s not an adorable older sister; she’s a devil who kills one demon per step, right? Wuwuwu, I even said I would take care of her. It should be the other way around.

Jì Rúyuè sat on the intact piece of jade-stone, gently stroking the little squirrel’s spine, and asked: “Where do you want to go?”

It doesn’t matter if you’ve forgotten. The past memories weren’t necessarily beautiful anyway. We can start over.

Although the great demon’s voice was as gentle as water, Song Xingzi couldn’t help but tremble. She pointed to the summit and said: “To… to the summit. There’s a teleportation point there.”

Jì Rúyuè frowned, her tone slightly wronged: “I can’t fly.”

Song Xingzi: My Lady, don’t look wronged. I’m scared!

Song Xingzi stammered: “I… I can. Wai-wait a moment.”

Song Xingzi tried to activate her spiritual power. The pain wasn’t obvious when she used it all in one go just now, but after a short rest, forcing her dry dantian to cycle spiritual power again gave Song Xingzi a complete experience of being ripped apart. Her four limbs and internal organs felt like they were being torn open, and the pain in her meridians was unbearable.

Song Xingzi shook in Jì Rúyuè’s arms as if she were suffering from an acute onset of Parkinson’s disease. She was both in pain and terrified, saying with a choked voice: “I… My L-Lady, I might not… be able to do it. Let me rest for a while. Just a moment.”

“Don’t be afraid,” Jì Rúyuè was pursuing someone for the first time and didn’t know how to calm her sweetheart down. She was a woman of few words and clumsy speech, so she awkwardly repeated, “Don’t be afraid. It’s alright. No need to rush.”

I’m being gently stroked and simultaneously threatened by the husky-voiced great demon.

Song Xingzi, who had originally intended to take two elixirs to replenish herself, now dared not move. She was inwardly complaining frantically: …Darn it, what do I do if I’m even more scared?

The only option is to listen to Older Sister and stop shaking!

“I… I’m not afraid. It’s… it’s fine,” Song Xingzi grimaced through the pain of constant internal churning, forcing a smile. “I’ll… I’ll try again. I can do it. Once we get to the summit, we can leave.”

Jì Rúyuè: “You want to find the teleportation array?”

Without waiting for Song Xingzi’s answer, Jì Rúyuè picked up the trembling little squirrel, rose from the jade-stone, waded through the Clearer Water, which only reached her waist, and walked towards the pile of corpses. Her sneakers crunched on the loose bones, making a cracking sound, like a wicked wolf chewing on bones.

Song Xingzi was shivering and deeply regretted her actions: Wuwuwu, great demon, p-please don’t eat me! I’ve lived for centuries; my flesh is tough! My inner core is gone anyway, it’s all in you! You can’t be so ruthless! Keeping me alive to re-condense my core is the good, sustainable way. Please don’t kill the goose that lays the golden eggs!

Jì Rúyuè held the little squirrel and searched through the pile of corpses without a word. Then, she lay down in a scatter of small, dark red bloodstains.

A white light flashed, and the woman and the squirrel were out of Mount Lùwú.

Song Xingzi: …So she was looking for the teleportation array. Why didn’t Older Sister say so earlier? You scared Xīngxīng to death.

“Pfft.”

Jì Rúyuè laughed.