After Transmigrating and Humiliating the Cold and Glamorous Demon Venerable - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Spanking

The medicine for treating external wounds quickly ran dry, barely covering a few of the most severe gashes. Ye Lanqing looked at the little fox’s body, which remained covered in scars, her brow furrowed tightly.

The external wounds weren’t the most critical issue; it was the internal injuries that were truly life-threatening. Ye Lanqing remembered from the original book that half of the Demon Venerable’s meridians were severed. To restore them, Zhong Xue either needed to circulate her own power or receive help from an external force. Unfortunately, Zhong Xue had been struck with Soul-Binding Nails, rendering her unable to circulate her power for the time being.

Ye Lanqing tentatively stroked the little fox’s spine. Those Soul-Binding Nails were likely magical artifacts invisible to the naked mortal eye. Although she was a pet doctor, she couldn’t feel where they were with her bare hands.

“Where exactly are they…” she murmured to herself.

Being touched all over, Zhong Xue struggled impatiently, letting out a dissatisfied gurgle from her throat. Just then, a rude knocking sounded from outside the courtyard, accompanied by a sharp female voice:

“Ye Lanqing, come out this instant! That Flowing Light Silk dress the Eldest Senior Sister asked you to wash the day before yesterday—is it clean yet? Tomorrow, the major sects gather at Mount Xuanfeng, and Eldest Senior Sister intends to wear that dress!”

Ye Lanqing gasped, her head snapping toward the side of the bed. Lying there were several shredded fragments of fabric, next to the blood-stained strips she had used to wipe the wounds.

No wonder. No wonder she had managed to find a piece of clean, soft clothing in the original host’s dilapidated room. At the time, she only thought the fabric was soft and absorbent—perfect for cleaning wounds—so she had torn it up without a second thought…

So… that was actually the Eldest Senior Sister’s dress?

Memories came flooding back. Chen Yun, the Eldest Senior Sister in the book, was the Sect Leader’s first disciple but possessed mediocre talent. Unable to break through in her cultivation, she vented her resentment and jealousy on her weaker junior sisters. The original host—a “nobody” who joined the sect later, had average talent, and no background—was her primary target for bullying. Withholding the monthly allowance of spirit stones and pills was common; she even confiscated thick winter clothing and basic magical tools under various excuses, forcing the original host to work like a servant for her just to obtain basic resources for survival.

“Little fox, you’ve really put me in a bind. The Eldest Senior Sister is definitely going to make things difficult for me tomorrow.”

Ye Lanqing muttered a small complaint, only hoping that once the Demon Venerable recovered her power, she wouldn’t kill her.

Zhong Xue had already figured out what was going on. She lay on the bed, resting with her eyes closed. She thought to herself: Serves you right! These external injuries on my body were caused by your kind, you little Taoist. Your current predicament is just your own karma. You cultivators spend all day fighting among yourselves, bullying the weak while fearing the strong, and doing things that harm others without even benefiting yourselves. How loathsome!

Seeing that Ye Lanqing still hadn’t opened the door, the cultivator outside knocked even more urgently.

“Ye Lanqing, are you deaf? If you don’t open this door, I’m going straight to report this to Eldest Senior Sister and see how you explain yourself!”

Ye Lanqing didn’t have time to think. She scooped up the little fox, who was pretending to sleep, and stuffed her into the wardrobe, whispering, “Be good, don’t make a sound. Don’t let them find you.”

Zhong Xue looked up, and in the next instant, several tattered old clothes were piled on top of her.

This disrespectful little Taoist dares to put me together with these rags?

Zhong Xue twitched her nose, smelling the musty odor inside the wardrobe. What kind of life does this little Taoist lead? It’s truly…

Ye Lanqing closed the wardrobe door and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She straightened her faded old dress and hurried to the door to unlatch it.

Standing outside was a cultivator in blue robes that were significantly more decent than hers. The woman stood with hands on her hips, looking arrogant. Seeing Ye Lanqing open the door, she looked her up and down with dissatisfaction. “What took you so long? Where is Eldest Senior Sister’s dress?”

Relying on the host’s memory, Ye Lanqing recognized the person as Zhao Hanxing, the Eldest Senior Sister’s lackey.

Ye Lanqing said, “Sister Zhao, I am truly sorry. My spirit pet was injured, and I tore that dress to use as bandages for its wounds.”

While her mouth said “sorry,” there wasn’t a hint of apology in her heart. Making someone wash clothes in such cold weather was pure bullying.

“What?!” Zhao Hanxing’s voice shot up several octaves, her eyes bulging. “Torn? Ye Lanqing, do you have any idea how many spirit stones that Flowing Light Silk dress is worth? Eldest Senior Sister worked so hard to get it! You actually dared to destroy it?!”

She pushed Ye Lanqing aside and barged into the room. Her eyes swept across the simple room like a broom and quickly found the conspicuous fragments of fabric on the floor.

“You! You really tore it?!” Zhao Hanxing pointed at the fragments, trembling with rage. “Fine, Ye Lanqing! It seems you don’t want to stay in the Xuanfeng Sect anymore! I’m going to tell Eldest Senior Sister right now!”

She turned to rush out.

“Wait, Sister Zhao!” Ye Lanqing quickly blocked her path, her mind racing for a strategy. Confronting her head-on wouldn’t work, given the vast difference in their strength and status. She had to… deflect the trouble or prove her value.

“Sister Zhao, tomorrow is the Sect Assembly where all sects will gather. If a commotion breaks out now and outsiders see it as a joke, it will tarnish the Sect Leader’s reputation. If that happens, Eldest Senior Sister won’t look good either,” Ye Lanqing softened her tone, attempting to reason. “If people find out that Eldest Senior Sister treats her juniors so harshly on a daily basis, then in the future…”

“Hmph, don’t give me that! You destroyed her clothing and dare to make excuses? Reputation? You haven’t made any progress in years; the Sect Leader’s reputation was thrown away by you long ago!” Zhao Hanxing was relentless.

Ye Lanqing suddenly remembered something. In the original book, this Zhao Hanxing had apparently encountered a problem in her private cultivation. A strand of yin-cold energy had settled in her body that she couldn’t dissipate, causing her cultivation to stagnate.

Looking closely at Zhao Hanxing’s complexion, she indeed noticed a faint dark tint under her eyes and slightly pale lips. Ye Lanqing took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble. She mobilized the spiritual energy in her body, concentrating her mind to perceive the aura within Zhao Hanxing.

A strange sensation surfaced in her heart. She could almost see several clogged nodes in Zhao Hanxing’s meridians and that swirling, persistent cold energy.

“Sister Zhao,” Ye Lanqing spoke suddenly, her voice carrying an unusual steadiness. “Lately, whenever it reaches the hour of Zi (midnight), do you feel a piercing pain in your dantian, followed by icy limbs? And does your spiritual energy become particularly stagnant when it reaches the Fengmen and Feishu acupoints?”

Zhao Hanxing, who was about to go report to Chen Yun, froze in her tracks. The arrogant expression on her face solidified before turning into shock and suspicion. “You… how do you know?!”

This was a hidden ailment caused by her improper cultivation of her family’s manual. She had never told anyone, not even the Eldest Senior Sister. How did this low-level, unremarkable junior sister know? Did Ye Lanqing dare to spy on her cultivation?!

Ye Lanqing felt a surge of relief; she had gambled correctly.

Maintaining a calm exterior, she said, “Not only do I know, but I also have a way to alleviate your pain.”

“You?” Zhao Hanxing’s face was full of disbelief, but the suspicion in her eyes deepened. This symptom had troubled her for a long time, and every method she tried had yielded little result.

“If you trust me, Sister, will you let me try?” Ye Lanqing held up a finger. “In just a moment, you will know if I speak the truth.”

Zhao Hanxing was skeptical, but out of desperation—and because Ye Lanqing had been so accurate—she hesitated for a moment before extending her wrist.

Ye Lanqing held her breath and focused. She lightly placed her fingertips on Zhao Hanxing’s wrist, mobilizing that strange sliver of spiritual energy and cautiously probing the other’s meridians. She didn’t try to attack the clogged nodes; instead, she guided her own weak energy to wrap around them like a gentle stream, warming the cold areas.

Zhao Hanxing felt a wave of mild warmth flow in from her wrist, traveling through her meridians. Wherever it passed, that bone-chilling coldness was actually dispersed slightly, bringing a long-lost sense of comfort.

After a moment, Ye Lanqing withdrew her hand, her face slightly pale and beads of sweat on her forehead. This operation was a significant burden on her current weak body.

“How do you feel, Sister?”

Zhao Hanxing moved her arm, her face full of shock and wonder. “You… you were actually helping me?” The stagnation that had plagued her for so long actually felt a tiny bit lighter!

Ye Lanqing struck while the iron was hot, whispering, “Your ailment cannot be solved overnight. It requires a gradual process. Regarding the dress… I hope you can speak for me in front of Eldest Senior Sister. After the assembly, I might be able to perform several more treatments for you.”

Zhao Hanxing looked at Ye Lanqing with a complex gaze. This little junior sister, whom she had always looked down upon, seemed different now. She pondered for a moment. The dress was important, but compared to her own cultivation and future, it was nothing. Furthermore, if this escalated, it truly would damage the Eldest Senior Sister’s reputation.

“Hmph!” Zhao Hanxing snorted coldly, though her tone had softened considerably. “I’ll let it go this time. I’ll find a way to get another one for Eldest Senior Sister. But… if there is a next time, I won’t help you.”

“Don’t worry, Sister. Lanqing wouldn’t dare let there be a next time,” Ye Lanqing replied with a low head.

In her heart, she thought: A next time? Are you joking? There’s no way I’m washing that Senior Sister’s clothes again. Not only will I refuse, but I’ll also find a way to take back everything she’s embezzled from me.

Zhao Hanxing gave her a deep look before turning to leave, her footsteps seemingly lighter than when she arrived.

Hearing the footsteps fade into the distance, Ye Lanqing finally let out a long sigh of relief. She leaned against the door, lingering fear in her heart. She hadn’t expected to actually succeed in using her spiritual energy to help Zhao Hanxing.

By that logic, as long as she used the right methods, she could also heal the little fox. However, the little fox’s injuries were too severe; without total certainty and enough medicinal materials, she didn’t dare act recklessly.

With a creak, the wardrobe door was pushed open a crack from the inside. Zhong Xue poked her head out, her sapphire-blue eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.

How interesting.

This little Taoist didn’t seem quite as simple or stupid as she appeared on the surface. However, although the little Taoist’s spiritual energy was weak, it possessed a strange quality—something Zhong Xue couldn’t quite put her finger on for the moment.

Seeing the little fox peek out, Ye Lanqing walked over. “Were you feeling stuffy in there?”

As she spoke, she scooped Zhong Xue up and held her in her arms. Feeling the little fox starting to struggle, she gave the little fox’s bottom a light pat.

“Don’t be naughty.”

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