After Transmigrating into a Book as Cannon Fodder, I Pampered the Villain - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Failure

Yu Yingxia believed that anything the Great Villain provided must be of superior quality. Consequently, she tossed aside the mysterious scrolls from Yang Xunzhou and focused entirely on the manuals Yan Huaixi had given her.

Yan Huaixi explained the pros and cons of each with surprising patience, helping her analyze which suited her best. Ultimately, Yingxia chose a technique called “Samsara of Life and Death.” Yan Huaixi noted that once mastered, she could transcend the boundaries of mortality—even if killed, she could instantly transform into a ghost cultivator without losing any progress.

While Yingxia went to her room to study, Yan Huaixi picked up the light-green sachet. A playful, mocking smile played on her lips.

Yin Duo, we shall settle our old debts slowly.

The sachet was an unexpected windfall. She hadn’t expected Fang Yuetong to trust Yingxia so blindly. Then again, even she had nearly been fooled; it was no wonder a simpleton like Fang Yuetong fell for it. With such a secretive communication method, she could use Yingxia’s identity to move many pieces on the board.

Yan Huaixi was about to tamper with the sachet when a knock sounded at her door.

“Come in.” She didn’t need to look to know it was Yu Yingxia. Didn’t she just leave to study? Why is she back so soon?

Truthfully, Yan Huaixi still harbored doubts about Yingxia’s total loss of cultivation. How could someone who drained her own spiritual energy lose everything so completely? She had been testing her, yet the girl never showed a crack even when faced with death, there wasn’t a ripple of spiritual power. She truly seemed like an ordinary person.

Could she really have sacrificed everything just to trap the Tianqiu Sect? Yan Huaixi had once thought that the most unlikely answer, but her conviction was wavering.

Yingxia walked in, her expression a mix of hesitation and distress.

“Speak,” Yan Huaixi said, unable to bear the girl’s pitiful gaze.

“That… My Lord, I can’t understand this manual at all.” Yingxia squeezed the words out with great difficulty. Her knowledge of cultivation came entirely from the original owner, who was a Saber Cultivator—a completely different system from Soul Cultivation. Soul techniques were infinitely more complex; to Yingxia, the scrolls looked like a foreign language. After wrestling with the text until her eyes blurred, she had returned in defeat.

Yan Huaixi wasn’t surprised. Soul Cultivation was notoriously difficult. She had expected Yingxia to have questions. “Come here. What don’t you understand?”

“This part.” Yingxia pointed to the very first sentence.

Yan Huaixi fell silent. She hadn’t expected the struggle to begin at the very first line.

Yingxia pulled up a stool and sat close to the bed, looking like a diligent student ready for a lecture. “Apologies, My Lord. I simply cannot grasp the logic of soul cultivation.”

Yan Huaixi’s lip twitched. She had a bad feeling about this.

Her intuition proved correct. Yu Yingxia didn’t just have “some” questions; she understood nothing. Every sentence required a breakdown. After an entire afternoon of Yan Huaixi exhausting herself to explain the concepts in the simplest terms, they hit a wall during the practical application.

No matter what she did, Yingxia could not trigger her soul power.

After three days of intensive tutoring, Yan Huaixi felt her injuries might actually worsen from pure frustration. Is this a new way to get revenge on me?! These techniques were entry-level for her clan; even children could learn them. How could Yingxia not even perceive her own soul force?

“Are you playing with me?” Yan Huaixi asked weakly, her lips looking even paler than before.

“No… I want to learn to protect myself as soon as possible…” Yingxia replied helplessly.

Yan Huaixi sighed and gestured for Yingxia to lean down. She pressed her fingertips against the girl’s forehead. Her touch was icy, making Yingxia shiver.

“Don’t move. Don’t resist. Relax,” Yan Huaixi commanded in a low voice.

Yingxia froze as a soft, ethereal power entered her mind. Her consciousness felt floaty, as if she were stepping on clouds. This was a dangerous, intimate act, and Yan Huaixi was surprised by Yingxia’s complete lack of defenses. She allowed her soul to be handled freely.

Yan Huaixi couldn’t help but “knead” Yingxia’s soul a little more. Her frustration melted away. Yingxia’s soul felt incredible soft, warm, and substantial, like a ball of solid sunshine. After years of seeing ugly, rotted souls, Yan Huaixi found it hard to let go.

Only when she caught Yingxia’s dazed, misty gaze did she realize she had crossed a line. Under her “probing,” the oblivious girl was beginning to show signs of physiological arousal.

Yan Huaixi cleared her throat internally and immediately tried to jumpstart Yingxia’s soul power using the “Samsara” technique. She intended to guide her through the cycles, but she hit a snag. Under the technique’s influence, a soul should begin to condense power. Yet, Yingxia’s warm soul didn’t react at all.

How is this possible?! Yan Huaixi had studied the soul for decades, but she had never seen a soul completely immune to soul techniques.

Seeing Yan Huaixi’s grimace, Yingxia suppressed the strange sensations in her spirit and whispered, “My Lord… is there something wrong with my body?”

Yan Huaixi frowned. Yingxia’s bizarre spiritual condition had piqued her competitive nature and her researcher’s curiosity.

“Come closer. Even closer.”

Yingxia leaned in, but tried to maintain a small gap to avoid accidentally touching the “Living Yama” and making her angry. But her hesitation annoyed Yan Huaixi. The person on the bed lost her patience, grabbed Yingxia’s collar, and yanked her down.

Their foreheads pressed together. Their breaths mingled. Yingxia’s eyes widened. They were so close she could count Yan Huaixi’s trembling eyelashes. Her face flushed hot; at this distance, even a slight slip would lead to a kiss.

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