After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Yu Yuan just wanted to stay out of trouble, but the system wasn’t going to give her that chance.

The moment she finished saying, “Well, shucks, she’s beyond saving,” the system quickly recorded her linguistic habits and replied:

“Well, shucks, she’s beyond saving, and so are you.”

Yu Yuan: ?

She silently projected a question mark into her mind, which appeared on the system’s data panel.

System: “Host, please read the ending again.”

Yu Yuan: “Everyone except the female lead is going to the… cremation ground?!”

Yu Yuan understood. She had to save the female lead from her wrong path and pull her back to righteousness!

With this realization, Yu Yuan snapped back to attention and looked up at the center of the deliberation hall. However, she found that the two people, the one that was standing and one that’s kneeling, who had been in front of her were gone.

Moreover, most of the elders and disciples sitting opposite her were also missing.

The meeting had adjourned.

Yu Yuan quickly grasped the situation.

She waited until the last person stepped over the threshold and left the hall before standing up from her chair. She then led the system, which was in its alpaca form, out of the deliberation hall.

Outside, the sun was setting in the west, and people were sparse; there were barely any left.

Yu Yuan vaguely recalled Yu Qinzhong saying something about confining Xue Qingshu to the Demon Prison Pavilion.

The Demon Prison Pavilion was on the back mountain. At her speed, she should still be able to catch up to Immortal Lord Wen Ti and intercept her.

Thinking this, Yu Yuan didn’t hesitate. She raised her hand, intending to cast a short-distance teleportation spell to rush to the back mountain.

But before she could even finish the chant, and just as a faint blue glow emerged on her fingertip, a large hand grabbed hers, shattering the unformed spell.

“Father?”

A warmth spread across the back of her hand. Yu Yuan quickly pulled her hand out of Yu Qinzhong’s grasp and placed it behind her back.

“You’re still here?” Facing Yu Qinzhong’s helpless gaze, she blurted out the question, but upon realizing how problematic it sounded, she quickly corrected herself: “Daughter meant, why haven’t you returned to Xiyun Peak ?”

Xiyun Peak was Yu Qinzhong’s cave dwelling, separated from the Qinglan Peak,where Yu Yuan and her twin sister, Yu Yan, lived, by the Peaceful Autumn Valley.

Yu Qinzhong: “I have something to ask you.”

Yu Yuan was his eldest daughter. Since childhood, she had been a closed book, a quiet type who only liked to hide away on Qinglan Peak and mingle with the spirit beast whose form changed daily and whose true nature remained unknown, that stayed by her side.

“What does Father wish to ask?” Yu Yuan respectfully lowered her head.

As someone who retained the memory of her previous life and clearly knew that her current world was just a book, Yu Yuan had never been able to live as freely in the Miaoyin Sect as her twin sister, Yu Yan.

Or perhaps, her difficult-to-change social anxiety naturally made her keep a distance from the people and events within the Miaoyin Sect.

Yu Qinzhong: “I want to ask you, what is your view of that Phantom Demon?”

How does she view Xue Qingshu? Yu Yuan really had to ponder this for a moment. She immediately realized that Yu Qinzhong was still brooding over the socially disastrous line she had uttered earlier.

“Aside from her appearance, your Daughter does not understand the Phantom Demon in any other respect, making it difficult to offer a proper evaluation,” Yu Yuan vaguely replied to Yu Qinzhong.

If she spoke well of Xue Qingshu, Yu Qinzhong would certainly be displeased with her.

If she spoke ill of Xue Qingshu, Yu Yuan honestly couldn’t bring herself to do it. After all, in the original work, Xue Qingshu had a personality that distinguished right from wrong and sought revenge for every offense, a character she genuinely liked.

Yu Qinzhong frowned slightly upon hearing Yu Yuan’s words, but he quickly smoothed his expression, sighing as he said, “A’Yuan, Phantom Demons are skilled at bewitching hearts. Do not be deceived by her, and do not become entangled with her.”

Yu Yuan nodded: “Your daughter understands.”

She had always known that Phantom Demons were adept at bewitching hearts and had maxed-out illusionary magic skills.

But not getting involved with Xue Qingshu? Yu Yuan felt like saying: Father, whether I want to or not isn’t up to your daughter.

To prevent the sect from meeting the original ending where Xue Qingshu wiped out the Miaoyin Sect, she had no choice but to take a risk and, before Xue Qingshu’s Blackening Value reached its peak, ensure that the other party didn’t write down her and her father’s names as mere cannon fodder on the death list.

“Father, is there anything else you need to ask?”

After standing quietly for a while, Yu Yuan saw that Yu Qinzhong neither spoke nor made a move to leave, and she began to feel restless. It was still hard for her to get used to being around people for extended periods.

Yu Qinzhong shook his head: “Nothing else.”

Yu Yuan remained silent.

Yu Qinzhong tentatively asked, “Then, should Father take his leave?”

Yu Yuan nodded: “Alright.”

Yu Qinzhong: …

Seeing that Yu Yuan genuinely had no intention of keeping him, he could only depart in a slightly annoyed mood, riding a white crane.

The moment Yu Qinzhong left, the taut string in Yu Yuan’s mind immediately slackened.

She leaned against the door behind her, looking at the sunset that was nearly halfway below the horizon. She knew that if she rushed over now to stop Immortal Lord Wen Ti, it would probably be too late.

The Demon Prison Pavilion was a place only the elders could enter.

If she rashly broke in, she would surely attract Yu Qinzhong’s attention.

Furthermore, her earlier plan to secretly steal the person right under Immortal Lord Wen Ti’s nose was indeed a bit underdeveloped. So, the mission to lower Xue Qingshu’s Blackening Value would just have to be put off for now.

After a bout of self-consolation, Yu Yuan shifted to sit on the back of the alpaca-form system, patted its head, and said, “Let’s go. Back to Qinglan Peak.”

*******

Demon Prison Pavilion, fifteenth floor.

Silver-white iron chains, each affixed with a bright yellow talisman, crisscrossed and tightly bound a woman in a grayish-brown sackcloth.

Her hair was messy, and her arms, exposed from her sleeves, bore bruises and bloodstains that looked like cuts from a sharp weapon.

The gashes hadn’t scabbed over yet. Blood seeped from the wounds, pooling together and dripping onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

The stench of blood permeated the entire fifteenth floor, and eventually affected the fourteenth and sixteenth floors above and below, leaving the monsters and demonic beasts imprisoned on those levels afraid to even breathe.

“Xue Qingshu, you murderer! I won’t spare you even as a ghost!”

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing voice echoed on the fifteenth floor.

The heavily bound woman glared fiercely at the white-robed Phantom Demon standing before her, who had usurped her identity, shouting until her voice was hoarse.

However, the person in front of her simply looked down at her with cold eyes, completely unmoved.

“Immortal Lord, then hurry up and become a ghost to settle the score with me.”

Xue Qingshu looked at Immortal Lord Wen Ti’s current face, which was identical to her own. She raised her hand, and a deep, bone-visible bloodstain instantly appeared on the other woman’s face.

At the same time, the illusionary spell Xue Qingshu had cast on the other woman’s face flickered, momentarily revealing Immortal Lord Wen Ti’s original appearance.

“Ah!” Immortal Lord Wen Ti cried out in pain, her hands, bound by the iron chains, clenched into fists.

She wanted to simply pass out, but Xue Qingshu had used some method to keep her consciousness particularly sharp. Especially the pain—it wasn’t numbed but infinitely magnified.

After a short while, Immortal Lord Wen Ti finally regained enough strength to speak.

She looked up at Xue Qingshu again.

But this time, her eyes were filled with panic and terror, and her curses had turned into pleas for mercy.

“Xue, Xue Qingshu, I… I beg you, please, please let me go…”

Her words were broken and intermittent, and her language had become servile.

If she had only known that Xue Qingshu would fight back, replace her, and use her identity to torture and imprison her, Immortal Lord Wen Ti would never, for the sake of learning an illusionary spell, have schemed against a terrifying existence like Xue Qingshu.

But no matter how much she regretted it, it was useless.

Xue Qingshu forced Immortal Lord Wen Ti to look into her eyes and said, word by word, with supreme coldness, “You want me to let you go? Only when I’m dead.”

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