After the Second Playthrough, the CP-Less Female Lead Kneels and Begs Me for Forgiveness [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

[System, how on earth am I supposed to get Zhao Shuangbai to accept this medicine? I haven’t said a single word to her. If I suddenly try to give her medicine, won’t I get stabbed?]

The system was blunt: [You’re overthinking it. She’ll likely just ignore you.]

[…You certainly have a way with words.]

[You flatter me.]

With the conversation over, Shao Xibei quietly performed a hand seal, teleporting herself to the east gate of the martial arts arena.

The arena grounds were massive, with the main stage built right in the center. It was no exaggeration to say that walking to the east gate would have taken at least ten minutes, by which time Zhao Shuangbai would have long vanished.

She knew this first meeting had to leave a deep impression. Otherwise, given her current status, it would be nearly impossible to secure a second encounter.

At this moment, the surrounding disciples were focused entirely on the brilliant combat before them, unwilling to look away for even a second. Shao Xibei stood at the east gate, glancing toward the stage to gauge the situation.

Both Zhao Shuangbai and Shen Yunyan had sustained minor injuries. She couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt like Shen Yunyan was searching for something, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the crowd.

Three minutes passed.

The spectating disciples were beginning to murmur in shock. Was Shen Yunyan really this strong? Her power seemed almost equal to that of the Eldest Senior Sister.

“Could this be the legendary ‘silence before the storm’?” one disciple whispered.

Zhao Shuangbai’s sword grew faster, unleashing dozens, then hundreds of strikes in mere moments.

Shen Yunyan gave a faint “tsk” in her mind. As expected of a “Natural Sword Body” rarely seen in ten thousand years. However, Shen Yunyan was a powerhouse who had ascended to immortality in her previous life. Though her current body and strength were weak, defeating the current Zhao Shuangbai wouldn’t be difficult.

But she wouldn’t do that. This time, she wanted her injuries to be more severe.

In her previous life, it was because she was injured that she caught Ah-Xi’s attention, and Ah-Xi had given her the only healing medicine she possessed. Back then, Shen Yunyan had thrown the medicine away upon returning. Yet, during the days after she became an immortal, she would spend nights reminiscing about her moments with Ah-Xi, occasionally thinking of their first interaction.

She only later learned that Ah-Xi had fallen in love with her at first sight. This time, since she had helped Ah-Xi by punishing those who bullied her, would the girl like her a little more? Could she use more serious injuries as an excuse to trick Ah-Xi into coming over to take care of her?

As the duel progressed, Zhao Shuangbai’s gaze grew colder. The person in front of her wasn’t taking the fight seriously. There were moves Shen Yunyan clearly could have dodged, yet she chose to take them head-on, allowing bloody gashes to open across her skin.

Zhao Shuangbai loathed such duels. When Shen Yunyan intentionally left an opening and allowed a sword to be pointed at her throat, Zhao’s irritation reached its peak.

“Aaaah! Eldest Senior Sister won!!”

“As expected of the Eldest Senior Sister!”

“That fight was spectacular! Who knew Shen Yunyan was a hidden talent? To fight the Senior Sister to such a draw…”

“Wait a bit, I’m going to go talk to Shen Yunyan about cultivation!”

Zhao Shuangbai stood frozen, her cold face expressionless as her sword tip remained pointed at Shen Yunyan’s neck.

Shen Yunyan, covered in bloodstains, gave a faint smile. “Eldest Senior Sister is truly formidable. Yunyan is simply no match.”

Zhao Shuangbai’s voice was icy: “Why?”

Shen Yunyan’s expression didn’t flicker. “Hmm? What do you mean, Senior Sister?”

Zhao Shuangbai withdrew her sword and, without a word, walked off the stage toward the east gate. The other disciples only dared to shout things like “Senior Sister, I love you!” when they were part of a large crowd. When she actually stood before them, they didn’t dare breathe, acting perfectly behaved and parting to make a path for her.

Shen Yunyan, on the other hand, was swarmed the moment she stepped down.

“Sister Yunyan, you were amazing! You really hid it well!”

“Sister Yun, I have healing medicine here, please take it.”

“Sister Yun, let’s spar once you’re healed…”

“Yun—”

Shen Yunyan politely declined everything. In this life, she only wanted to accept things from Ah-Xi. Furthermore, she didn’t need to cultivate the “Path of Many Emotions” (Duoqing Dao) anymore. The only reason she hadn’t reforged her Dao heart yet was because of the upcoming Sect Tournament. Once her Dao heart was reforged, everything would restart; she would be very weak for a short period, and she wouldn’t be strong enough to make it through the tournament to the point of facing Zhao Shuangbai.

As the matches on the stage resumed, Shen Yunyan smiled gently. “Seniors and Juniors, I’ve just sustained some injuries and wish to return for treatment. Please, don’t mind me—go watch Brother Yan and Sister Li’s duel.”

Seeing her words, the crowd gradually dispersed, their attention returning to the stage. Shen Yunyan walked slowly with a smile, but gradually, the corners of her mouth dipped.

Where was Ah-Xi? She remembered seeing her at the south gate in her previous life. Ah-Xi had been standing there blankly, opening her hand as she approached to reveal a low-grade Cyan Jade Pill in her small palm.

“Blood… it hurts. Eat this,” the girl had said, her voice raspy from lack of use.

Shen Yunyan had always recognized Shao Xibei—the niece of Wan Qianci, the Master of Ningxue Peak. She was a mortal with no spiritual root and a “clouded” mind. News of Wan Qianci bringing her back had spread across the sect in a single day. Then, Wan Qianci entered seclusion for four years and seemingly didn’t care about this “dim-witted” niece; otherwise, he wouldn’t have left her in the Qionghua Sect without any instructions.

Initially, people feared Wan Qianci and didn’t dare bully Shao Xibei, but as his seclusion dragged on, they grew bolder. They didn’t go too far, but they forced her to do dirty, exhausting work. Later, realizing she couldn’t process much, they became even more aggressive. Since she was a mortal, they would use spiritual power to coerce her if she didn’t listen, or simply withhold food.

Shen Yunyan knew all of this, but she had never cared. When Ah-Xi had given her the medicine in the past, she had felt a flicker of surprise, but that was it. She only accepted it because the hope in Ah-Xi’s eyes was so obvious it stirred a microscopic bit.

She tried to dodge immediately, but it was already too late; her current body was merely that of an ordinary mortal.

A massive force slammed into her back, and she was sent flying forward almost instantly.

Zhao Shuangbai was already simmering with irritation because of Shen Yunyan. She loathed those who didn’t take combat seriously, but she still reacted instantly when she sensed something hurtling toward her. Almost by reflex, she unleashed a wave of spiritual energy to ward it off.

Thump!

Shao Xibei felt like a rubber ball, flying from one point to another before slamming headfirst into a barrier. Her brain felt like it had been put through a blender.

It was only when Zhao Shuangbai withdrew her hand that she realized the object she had deflected was a person.

Taking two steps in one, Zhao Shuangbai reached the spot where Shao Xibei had collapsed. Shao Xibei lay there expressionless, blood flowing uncontrollably from her mouth.

With a single glance, Zhao Shuangbai saw that Shao Xibei was a mortal without a shred of spiritual power. Her brow furrowed; this was going to be troublesome.

Shao Xibei tried to speak, but the moment she opened her mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out. “I… pfft—”

The blood sprayed directly onto Zhao Shuangbai’s boots.

Fortunately, just before she had been sent flying by Zhao Shuangbai, she had crushed the medicine into powder and scattered it onto the woman’s clothes. Consequently, the notification of the mission’s completion rang in her mind.

Shao Xibei looked at the blood-stained boots, then at Zhao Shuangbai’s unreadable face. Closing her eyes, she drifted into unconsciousness. Her last thoughts were that pain-blocking was truly a blessing—and that Zhao Shuangbai was incredibly beautiful.

The commotion had grown loud enough to attract significant attention. However, because Zhao Shuangbai was involved, the onlookers kept their distance, watching from afar.

For the first time, Zhao Shuangbai felt a headache coming on. She had absolutely no desire to touch this blood-soaked, filthy person. Her eyes swept the area and landed on someone picking themselves up nearby—a boy with a round, youthful face.

As soon as the boy stood up and saw Zhao Shuangbai, his eyes lit up. “Senior Sister!” he called out, running over eagerly. “Senior Sister, I came to watch your duel. Is it over? Oh, by the way, I think I just bumped into someone. They should be fine, right? I mean, we’re all cultivators here.”

Zhao Shuangbai remained silent. She finally understood what had happened. “See for yourself,” she said, pointing toward Shao Xibei.

The boy looked and gasped in horror. “Senior Sister! How did you hit someone like this? It’s a mortal! At this rate, they won’t last long!”

Zhao Shuangbai: “…”

The headache intensified. “Take her to Fang Si immediately.” She didn’t want to say another word; if they waited any longer, this mortal really would breathe her last.

Little did she know, the boy’s words had already reached the ears of the onlookers.

“Did you hear? Senior Sister Zhao hit a mortal.” “So that’s it. Senior Sister Zhao beat a mortal to death.” “What?! Eldest Senior Sister beat a mortal to death with her own hands! Li XX saw it with his own eyes!”

The matches continued, and Shen Yunyan was still waiting. In her daze, she overheard someone saying that Zhao Shuangbai had killed a mortal. She wasn’t interested in such gossip; she was only wondering when her Ah-Xi would arrive.

At that moment, Mingzhu finished her match—she had lost. She expected Shen Yunyan to have left long ago, but she found her standing still at the south gate. Without a second thought, she walked over to share the gossip she had just heard.

“Hey, Yunyan, what are you doing? I’ve got news for you. Senior Sister Zhao just killed a mortal. I went over to take a peek.”

A wave of impatience surged through Shen Yunyan. In that moment, she couldn’t even maintain the smile that was usually etched into her bones.

Unaware of the shift, Mingzhu continued, “Luckily I was close enough to see what that mortal looked like. It was so tragic—so much blood. Oh, and get this: that mortal was the same filthy person we ran into today. Isn’t that a coincidence? Ah!”

Mingzhu was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders. She gasped in pain. “Yunyan, what are you doing?!”

“What did you just say?!”

Mingzhu looked at Shen Yunyan in confusion, only to be paralyzed by fear. She had never seen Shen Yunyan like this. Shen Yunyan’s eyes were locked onto her; the usually smiling eyes were now filled with a murderous aura, looking like a vengeful demon.

So… so scary. Mingzhu felt like she couldn’t breathe under the pressure. Her hands trembled as she stammered, “I said… I said Senior Sister Zhao killed that… that mortal we met today.”

“Im-pos-si-ble!”

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