After Transmigrating and Humiliating the Cold and Glamorous Demon Venerable - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Transmigration

Ye Lanqing woke up with a splitting headache.

She propped up her aching body and looked down. She was wearing a worn-out cross-collar ruqun. The fabric was the most ordinary coarse linen, dyed green but washed until it was fading to white, with visible fraying and loose threads at the edges.

“What is this?” Ye Lanqing muttered to herself. “A LARP event? Why is the character wearing such rags?! Can the organizers at least put in some effort…”

Her eyes swept across the room. It was heartbreakingly simple. A wooden plank bed that felt rock-hard, a peeling wardrobe, a clay stove with a tiny flickering flame, a bubbling medicine pot on top, a cracked vanity with a blurry bronze mirror, and a low table. Aside from that, the four walls were bare. Cold air seeped through the cracks in the door and windows, making her shiver.

Rubbing her throbbing forehead, she staggered to the vanity to see her new reflection.

The mirror reflected a stranger’s face. She looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, with an oval face and pale, bloodless skin. Her apricot eyes were round and clear, carrying a hint of innocence. Her nose was elegant and her lips were pale. She looked delicate and agile, but her oversized, shabby clothes made her look pitiable, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

Ye Lanqing pinched her cheek to confirm she wasn’t dreaming. In the next instant, foreign memories flooded her mind like a tide. It took her a long while to sort out the situation.

She had transmigrated into a book.

She was now in the xianxia novel she had just criticized before bed, inhabiting the body of a cultivator with the same name.

In the original story, Ye Lanqing was a classic cannon-fodder character. On the surface, she claimed to “hate evil,” but in reality, she was narrow-minded and detested all demons. Any spirit or demon that fell into her hands—regardless of whether they were good or evil—met a gruesome death.

During a training mission, she had picked up an injured little fox. Sensing the demonic aura on it, she subjected it to endless torture. That fox, however, was no ordinary beast; it was Zhong Xue, the Demon Venerable chosen by both the demon and monster realms.

The result was predictable. Once Zhong Xue regained her power, she came for Ye Lanqing first. She skinned her, deboned her, and extinguished her soul, ensuring she could never be reincarnated.

Thinking of this ending, Ye Lanqing shuddered. She was just a weak, helpless pet doctor who loved reading novels! What did she do wrong?! Was this a joke because she once pretended to be scary while giving a shot to a disobedient puppy?

Wait…

The plot flashed through her mind. If she remembered correctly, the original host should have already picked up the heavily wounded Demon Venerable and begun the torture!

“Where is the Demon Venerable?!”

Ye Lanqing didn’t even have time to put on an outer robe before running outside.

It was midwinter. The mountain was covered in white snow, and the freezing wind hit her like a knife. Even as a cultivator, the cold was bone-piercing.

In the corner of the courtyard, a rusty iron cage stood out. Inside, a white fox lay gasping for air, covered in blood. Clumps of mud and clotted blood hung from its snowy fur. It looked miserable. The heat from its faint breath had melted a circle of snow around the cage, and icy, bloody water soaked into its fur.

Ye Lanqing’s heart nearly stopped. Such a beautiful little fox—how could the original host have been so cruel?! Even as a vet who had seen countless injured animals, the sight made her heart ache. Even if it were a demon, if it hadn’t harmed anyone, why subject it to such agony?

She approached cautiously. Sensing her presence, the fox managed to lift its head. Its blue eyes held no fear or submission—only a chilling, murderous aura.

When the fox hissed, Ye Lanqing’s legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees. This was the future Demon Venerable who would tear her to pieces. Even trapped in a cage, she was terrifyingly fierce.

As a vet, Ye Lanqing had been hissed at by countless kittens and always found it cute. But this little fox, despite its weakness, made her tremble.

What do I do? Release her? Kill her? Or…

Ye Lanqing’s mind raced. In the original book, Zhong Xue was gravely injured but still had one last “desperation move.” If pushed too far, she would rather die with her enemy than be slaughtered. That was why she hadn’t resisted while the original host tortured her—she was waiting for the perfect moment.

And now, looking at the fox’s eyes, she was clearly prepared to die.

Ye Lanqing made a decision in a flash. She took a deep breath, tried to make her expression as friendly as possible, and whispered: “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

Small animals… no matter how fierce at first, as long as you’re kind, they’ll eventually let their guard down.

A flash of mockery appeared in the fox’s eyes. She clearly didn’t believe a word.

Ye Lanqing didn’t say more; she simply unlocked the cage. This move stunned the fox for a second, and the wariness in its eyes deepened.

Zhong Xue watched her alertly. Unlocking the cage now… surely she wants to continue the torture?

“You’re badly hurt. You need treatment,” Ye Lanqing said as softly as possible, reaching out to pick her up.

The moment her hand was about to touch the fur, the fox shrank back, its spine stiffening and tail lowering as it hissed again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you before. I was just putting on a show for my fellow disciples, otherwise they would have killed you,” Ye Lanqing lied, silently apologizing to the cultivators of the Xuanfeng Sect. Sorry, sisters, you’ll have to take the fall for the original host.

The little fox didn’t speak but continued to hiss, though less fiercely than before.

“Just like a little kitten,” Ye Lanqing muttered, scruffing the fox by the back of its neck.

The fox hissed even louder. This wretched priestess! How dare she call me a cat?! I am a Fox! A noble Nine-Tailed Fox! Unfortunately, being scruffed meant she couldn’t bite or scratch. She really was as helpless as a kitten.

“Alright, stop acting up. You must be freezing. I’ll take you inside to the fire and see how to treat your wounds.”

Zhong Xue’s eyes darted around. Does this minor priest really want to save me? Impossible. Human cultivators are all evil; they do anything to increase their power. She must want to heal me just to turn me into an elixir.

Thinking this, Zhong Xue felt slightly relieved. This stupid priest must not know I’m the Demon Venerable. Once I recover even ten percent of my power, I’ll flatten this entire mountain. For now… I’ll play along.

Ye Lanqing carried the fox back to the room and laid her gently on the bed. she added charcoal to the stove, dumped out the old medicine, and began rummaging for wound salves. The original host had spent all her money on fake cultivation pills, leaving the room devoid of anything valuable—even her winter clothes weren’t thick enough.

Zhong Xue looked at the bed with disdain. The bedding was washed thin and now stained with her blood. She scratched at it, and the coarse cloth tore, revealing tangled black cotton stuffing. Not even the lowest imp in my service would live in such a dump. This priestess is useless.

Ye Lanqing saw the “masterpiece” and felt a pang of distress. She knew the original host had no status in the sect and was given the bare minimum. “You naughty fox! Just because you have fur doesn’t mean you can tear up my blanket! If you weren’t so cute, I’d definitely spank your butt!”

Zhong Xue: “???”

The Demon Venerable never imagined a human would dare speak to her like that, let alone use such… filthy language. Presumptuous! When I recover, she’s dead!

Ye Lanqing finally found some topical medicine. “I need to clean the blood off you first. It might hurt, so bear with me.”

Zhong Xue: “???” What? This lowly human wants to… bathe me?! She hissed again.

Ye Lanqing patted the fox’s head. “Don’t be afraid.”

Cleaning wounds was mandatory. Ye Lanqing had dealt with many uncooperative pets. She went out, found a large piece of sturdy tree bark, tied it with string, and fashioned a makeshift Elizabethan collar (the “cone of shame”) around the fox’s neck. Then, she wrapped the fox’s four paws in cloth.

Zhong Xue tried to move her paws—no traction. She tried to bite—the bark blocked her. Finally, she could only whip her tail against Ye Lanqing to express her fury.

Ye Lanqing took a warm, wet cloth to clean the blood. Seeing the tail whipping her, she lightly patted the fox’s behind.

“Be good. Don’t move. You have a wound on your tail, too.”

!!!

The fox froze entirely.

My… behind?

She dared to swat the backside of the great Demon Venerable?! Two thousand years of cultivation, a supreme status… and she was just desecrated like this?! Zhong Xue’s vision went dark from sheer shame and rage. Evil! Scoundrel! Shameless wench!

Ye Lanqing looked at the suddenly still fox and blinked.

Huh. I guess the methods for cats and dogs… actually work?

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