After Transmigrating into a Book, I Became Partners with My Mortal Enemy - Chapter 4

Ji Ting: “Everyone knows you admire Ming Jing. Yesterday you were rejected, and today you’re eyeing my junior sister, what kind of behavior is that!”

Ding Xiandi, being new here, showed no fear.

As the junior sister of this identity, she stepped forward and grasped the scabbard of Ji Ting’s longsword. “If you draw your sword again, I’ll report you for unauthorized armed combat within the academy.”

While Celestial Peak Academy was lax in some aspects, it had its strict rules.

Private duels between different cultivation disciplines were explicitly forbidden.

Just like choosing a major, everyone had their specialized fields.

Alchemy cultivators wouldn’t fight with music cultivators; spell cultivators occasionally sparred with sword cultivators but preferred delving into talismans and formations often just using sword cultivators to test new arrays.

Even such sparring required reservations through the universally issued Celestial Order Token. Violators faced penalties.

The original host had already suffered once purely due to bad luck, passing by while sword cultivators were brawling.

The original host, who had finally saved enough to buy a new sword, was studying the scabbard while walking when a flash of sword light caught the attention of the two combatants. She was dragged into the fight and, after judgment, was assigned to clean the Sword Mound.

The author glossed over this part, but even Ding Xiandi felt aggrieved reading it, she had never seen anyone so unlucky.

It was through this bizarre experience that the original host met Ming Jing, the female lead who was destined for a fortuitous encounter with equipment in the Sword Mound.

While cleaning the Sword Mound without being allowed to use spiritual power, the exhausted original host collapsed to her knees. Ming Jing happened to pass by and helped her up.

That night, under a bright moon and gentle breeze as if accompanied by a soundtrack of eternal love at first sight, the original host fell head over heels, to the point of obsession, ultimately meeting a gruesome end with her body torn apart.

Ding Xiandi had transmigrated a bit too late. This incident occurred during her first month at Celestial Peak Academy, and now the plot had progressed to the stage of crane-delivered love letters.

Being cruelly rejected by the one she loved in front of all her classmates even Ding Xiandi, putting herself in those shoes, could understand the heart-wrenching despair.

Since she was here now, she couldn’t just fulfill her role’s mission, continue down the path of obsession, and meet the female lead at the peak of her career.

Besides, that was the female lead’s peak.

What kind of villainess couldn’t become a demon sovereign or ruler of the world? At most, she’d be a cannon fodder character secretly in love with the female lead.

Ding Xiandi had no intention of following the scripted fate.

One lesson on “The Morality and Law of Cultivators Across the Nine Provinces” was enough to convince her to sever ties with the female lead’s storyline.

She couldn’t erase past emotional entanglements, but she refused to develop inner demons over the female lead or resort to despicable acts like drugging.

In this world, an ordinary marriage didn’t require grand vows just going through the motions would suffice.

With her most familiar rival in her arms, Ding Xiandi considered her plan flawless.

She nudged Mei Chi’s shoulder, her tone sounding flippant to Ji Ting. “Little junior sister, we’ll be family from now on, no need to stand on ceremony.”

Her face was still the same ordinary, freckled one.

But holding You Fuling made her the center of attention.

Celestial Peak Academy wasn’t a place one could enter with zero foundation.

Most disciples trained for years in their own sects, making sword qi injuries almost unheard of.

Anyone who could get wounded by sparring sword qi clearly had questionable cultivation levels.

Ji Ting usually upheld the dignity of a major sect, never joining in the ridicule of Ding Xiandi during sword cultivation classes.

But today was different.

Her junior sister, whom their master had instructed her to care for, had fainted without warning, and her enchanted veil had inexplicably been lifted.

This frivolous sword cultivator even had the audacity to propose forming a cultivation partnership with her delicate second junior sister?!

Ji Ting burned with rage. “In your dreams!”

“My second senior sister is the cream of the crop among our generation. Someone like you…”

Mocking laughter continued unabated. The sharp-eyed, down-and-out individual actually had the leisure to adjust the head covering no, the veil of the person in her arms.

Even Mei Chi felt that her usually silent second senior sister had changed.

“Someone like me?”

The sword cultivator, whose chin still bore the mark of a sword aura, smiled with eyes curved like crescents. “A toad or a stinking beggar?”

Ding Xiandi had already checked her current appearance in Mei Chi’s mirror during class earlier.

It wasn’t identical, but the contours of her face, eye sockets, and pair of eyes were quite similar.

If You Fuling were awake, she might recall Ding Xiandi’s childhood photos, which showed the same signature radiant smile as she grew up.

It represented hypocrisy, but also a businesslike demeanor, the perfect facade of the Ding family.

Ji Ding wasn’t particularly eloquent, and her looks fell short compared to peers like Ming Jing.

She gave off an impression of being too honest, clearly more suited to managing sect affairs.

Unlike You Fuling, Ding Xiandi was born with an illness. Despite her family’s immense wealth, she had never traveled far.

Her parents didn’t love each other, but that didn’t stop them from investing in Ding Xiandi.

The young heir was naturally cheerful, though some said her affability masked aloofness.

She had inherited her parents’ mercantile sharpness and arrogance in full measure the only shortcoming being her youth.

Ding Xiandi could have skipped grades but chose not to, while You Fuling wished to but couldn’t due to her health. It was as if the energy others expended in one day took her five.

If nothing unexpected happened, and You Fuling lived to a ripe old age as her family hoped, they might have become the kind of rivals who never crossed paths in the eyes of their peers.

But the unexpected is, by nature, unforeseen.

Ding Xiandi wasn’t exactly weary of her previous life, but she didn’t particularly enjoy it either.

Day after day of studying, even with the knowledge of how vast the world was, had left her bored too soon.

The world in the book was absurd and bizarre. Since she was here, she might as well have some fun.

As for whether she would search for a way back or determine if her car accident was an accident or intentional that depended on whether the person in her arms had any such intentions.

For now, the most important thing was to sever the names and destinies that bound her and Ming Jing together.

“Senior Sister Ji, Ah Shan must have fainted from excitement. I’ll take her back.”

Ding Xiandi took a step forward, and the surrounding crowd parted. Ji Ding, unwilling, insisted, “Leave her to me.”

“She won’t be angry.”

Ding Xiandi glanced at Mei Chi beside her. “Little Junior Sister, lead the way.”

The round-faced junior sister, still with crumbs of steamed bun at the corner of her lips, blinked. “Second Senior Sister, we’re not going the same way as this senior sister. She stays in the best quarters.”

Snickers erupted around them, but Ding Xiandi showed no embarrassment as she carried the other away.

The robes of the various departments in the Tianji Dao Academy differed.

You Fuling, hailing from the foremost sect, naturally wore accessories associated with her lineage.

After enrollment and department assignments, the robes students received varied in material based on the fees paid coarse cloth and brocade stood in stark contrast, like weeds beside delicate flowers.

For some reason, a second glance at the overlapping robes of the two carried a hint of ambiguity.

Ji Ding had never seen anyone so shameless. Unable to resort to force, she could only follow.

Ding Xiandi’s Tianji Token floated in the air, guiding the way as she carried You Fuling out of the hall. Ming Jing and Juan Yuanjia were still there.

The young master of the Juan family let out a long, drawn-out whistle, his gaze lingering between Ming Jing and Ding Xiandi. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

Ding Xiandi had already walked out. “Senior Sister Ming has rejected me so decisively. It would be despicable of me to persist any further.”

Her tone carried a hint of laughter, devoid of any dejection or melancholy from the rejection. Instead, it was mixed with arrogance, as if she were certain that the prodigy of the Refining Heaven Sect would cultivate alongside her.

Juan Yuanjia couldn’t hide a touch of schadenfreude: “Ming Jing, it seems your charm has its limits. I thought, given this person’s temperament, she might cling to you desperately. Yet she’s already shifted her target.”

“Refining Heaven Sect’s You Fuling is younger than us. Though she’s a spell cultivator, two years ago, during the sparring match, she thoroughly defeated the Ming family. Doesn’t that anger you?”

Her words were always provocative, but Ming Jing seemed accustomed to this person’s habit of stirring up trouble. She replied indifferently, “Didn’t the Juan family lose as well? Shouldn’t the next clan leader focus more on her own cultivation?”

Ji Ding, held back by Mei Chi, had fallen a few steps behind Ding Xiandi.

As fellow sword cultivators, Mei Chi’s physical prowess was so formidable it rivaled some defensive formations. The young girl was innately endowed with immense strength, and being dragged along by her felt like carrying a heavy burden. If private fights weren’t forbidden within the Dao Academy, Ji Ding would have gladly sent a sword flying out in frustration.

Ding Xiandi’s current physique couldn’t compare to her junior sister’s extraordinary talent, but having done manual labor before, she was no weakling either. The person in her arms felt as light as paper.

Even while being chased, Ding Xiandi could still admire the distant mountain grottoes and waterfalls of this otherworldly realm, watching mechanical cranes soar overhead in flocks.

Mountains, clouds, the trails of flying vessels.

Disciples passing by cast glances at her some surprised, some disgusted, some curious their whispers carried away by the wind.

The Heavenly Extreme Token displayed a floating arrow before her. After turning a corner, Ding Xiandi looked down and asked the person in her arms, “Finished feeling dizzy? Isn’t it time to wake up now?”

At these words, You Fuling in her arms opened her eyes. Her gaze seemed nostalgic yet tinged with disbelief,

“Why have you come here?”

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