After Redeeming The Beautiful and Tragic Heroine [Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Xue Qingshu left the Demon Prison Pavilion at the hour of Xū (7-9 PM).

Outside the pavilion, the night shrouded the land, and it was pitch black.

She wiped the blood that had splattered on her hand from Immortal Lord Wen Ti onto her clothes. Once clean, she gave a sweep of her hand, and a brand-new set of robes slipped onto her body.

The clothes carried the faint, reassuring scent of soapberry, which was carried away on the wind and lingered around her nose.

Having changed, Xue Qingshu intended to go to Yu Yuan’s residence.

This was because Yu Qinzhong had instructed her earlier in the day to diligently supervise Yu Yuan’s studies.

Therefore, she privately believed that only by supervising her from dawn till dusk would she live up to Yu Qinzhong’s entrustment.

However, too much time had passed, and she couldn’t immediately recall which direction Qinglan Peak, where Yu Yuan lived, was located.

Thus, after standing still for a while with no clue, Xue Qingshu decided to test each direction one by one.

Of course, if she ran into someone, capturing them and making them lead the way would also be a good solution.

The first direction Xue Qingshu chose for her Shrinking Steps to an Inch spell was due east.

Due east, the place where the sun rose. She thought that as the young sect master of the Miaoyin Sect, Yu Yuan ought to live in that direction.

Little did she know, the terrain of the back mountain was complex, and with the added complication of a magic array Yu Qinzhong had set up, the directions of the back mountain could be said to change instantly. East wasn’t necessarily east, and west wasn’t necessarily west.

Consequently, the direction Xue Qingshu chose as due east was actually the southwest.

The southwest was the residence of the outer sect disciples.

When Xue Qingshu arrived, she looked up at the huge Immortal Boat structure before her with no emotions on her face.

Clearly, she had chosen the wrong direction.

A person stood in front of the Immortal Boat, holding a bamboo flute, playing a tune with their back to Xue Qingshu.

The flute melody was lingering and expansive, like rolling clouds in the sky, yet also like the uninhibited dance of winter snow.

If a musical master like Yu Qinzhong stood here and heard this person’s tune, he would surely applaud in admiration and impatiently take the flutist as his personal disciple, cherishing them like a treasure.

But unfortunately, the listener was not Yu Qinzhong, who was well-versed in music, but Xue Qingshu, who was completely tone-deaf and entirely indifferent to music.

Xue Qingshu stepped forward, intending to implement her second method: seizing the flutist and making him lead her to Qinglan Peak.

“Stop playing.”

Xue Qingshu spoke, directly interrupting the flute music.

The flutist hadn’t expected anyone to seek trouble with him even though he was far away from the dormitories.

He frowned, lowered his bamboo flute, and turned around, just about to flare up, but upon seeing the appearance of the person behind him, he quickly bowed respectfully to the visitor. “Disciple Wei Haoran greets Immortal Lord Wen Ti

(Xue Qingshu is disguising as Lord Wen Ti).”

Wei Haoran.

If Yu Yuan were here, she would immediately distance herself from this person, muttering inwardly: Stay away from the Male Lead for safety.

“Wei Haoran…” Xue Qingshu squinted at him, then took half a step back. “What are you doing here?”

In this vast Miaoyin Sect, Xue Qingshu honestly felt unlucky to run into this fellow.

Wei Haoran didn’t catch the disdain in Xue Qingshu’s tone and explained matter-of-factly: “The young lord of the Sleepless City is taking a wife the day after tomorrow. He specially invited the disciples and a few fellow seniors to attend the ceremony.”

Attending the ceremony, translated, meant that while others celebrated, they would act as the atmosphere team, playing music and singing for them to earn some extra income.

Xue Qingshu understood this arrangement. She was silent for a moment, then, as if thinking of something, she said wistfully, “The Lord of Sleepless City and I are old acquaintances. Now that his son is marrying, I should also go and present a gift of congratulations.”

Old acquaintances? Wei Haoran couldn’t recall Immortal Lord Wen Ti having any connection with the Lord of Sleepless City.

But as the saying goes: Juniors should not pry into the affairs of their elders.

So, Wei Haoran didn’t ask further, but respectfully told Xue Qingshu, “If Immortal Lord does not mind, you may travel with the disciples.”

Hearing the answer she wanted, Xue Qingshu’s eyebrows subtly lifted. She nodded in acceptance to Wei Haoran and turned to leave.

Seeing her intention, Wei Haoran hesitated for a moment but still called out to Xue Qingshu: “Immortal Lord, did you have something you wished to instruct Haoran about just now?”

A figure like Immortal Lord Wen Ti was someone they, as outer sect disciples, had only seen once upon entering the sect.

Now that he had finally encountered her again, Wei Haoran naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to gain the favor of “Immortal Lord Wen Ti,” thereby entering the inner sect, or even better, becoming a personal disciple of an elder.

It was only natural for people to want to climb higher.

Having lived for so long, Xue Qingshu certainly understood this principle.

However, asking her to help Wei Haoran climb higher? She’d pass.

It was already the greatest kindness she could show them by not sending Wei Haoran, along with any patrons he might meet later, straight to the King of Hell.

“Seeing you play the flute late at night, I merely wanted to tell you to go back and rest early.”

Xue Qingshu looked at Wei Haoran, giving a casual reply, then executed the Shrinking Steps to an Inch spell and vanished from his sight.

As for leading the way, Xue Qingshu thought she would rather walk through the entire Miaoyin Sect herself than let Wei Haoran lead her.

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It wasn’t until the hour of Hài (9-11 PM) was nearing the hour of Zǐ (11 PM – 1 AM) that Xue Qingshu finally found Qinglan Peak.

On Qinglan Peak, the lights had already been extinguished.

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, falling upon the young girl sleeping inside, clutching a black rabbit.

The girl seemed to be having a nightmare; her hand suddenly tightened and yanked the black rabbit’s tail.

The black rabbit, startled by the pain, broke free from the girl’s embrace like any ordinary spiritual pet. It then hopped onto the girl’s pillow, preparing to continue sleeping.

But just as it closed its eyes, it suddenly noticed a black shadow flash by.

[System restarting…]

[System scanning…]

[No anomaly detected.]

[Host status: Safe.]

[System shutting down.]

The system, hidden within the black rabbit’s body, quickly scanned the room after sensing something amiss.

Only after confirming that nothing in the room posed a threat to Yu Yuan’s life did it close its eyes again, curl up on Yu Yuan’s head, and fall back asleep.

The next moment, Xue Qingshu, who had completely concealed her aura, dropped down from the shadows on the rafters. Her gaze swept over the black rabbit, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She had stumbled several times because of this spiritual pet in the past; she wouldn’t be fooled again this time.

After confirming that the system wouldn’t suddenly wake up, Xue Qingshu sat beside Yu Yuan and flipped her hand to produce a clear, crystalline bracelet. She carefully slipped it onto Yu Yuan’s wrist.

The bracelet was called Spirit-Lock Bone. White bones, like pieces of jade, were strung together, glimmering faintly with a soft white light under the moonlight.

Xue Qingshu joined two fingers on her right hand, and a spiritual blade appeared, only to vanish the instant it touched the palm of her left hand.

The spiritual blade sliced a cut into her left palm. Xue Qingshu clenched her fist, and indigo-blue blood pooled in her palm, dripping onto the Spirit-Lock Bone on Yu Yuan’s wrist, unlocking the seal on it.

With the seal broken, light blue hidden patterns gradually emerged on the Spirit-Lock Bone.

Xue Qingshu withdrew her bleeding hand. After about half an incense stick’s time, the hidden patterns on the bracelet formed a complete six-pointed snowflake.

The center of the six-pointed snowflake was hollow. A silver thread extended from it, wrapping around Xue Qingshu’s wrist, circling round and round until it could stretch no further. It then stopped, gradually dimmed, and finally vanished completely.

As the silver thread disappeared, the Spirit-Lock Bone on Yu Yuan’s wrist also became invisible.

Xue Qingshu closed her eyes, sensing the connection between her divine soul and the Spirit-Lock Bone. After confirming that the two were tightly bound, she stood up and took one last look at Yu Yuan.

Then, she vanished with a gust of late-night wind that closed the window shutters.

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