After Transmigrating into a Book, I Became Partners with My Mortal Enemy - Chapter 6

You Fuling seemed uninterested in the concept of “transmigrating into a book.” “Must we become Dao companions? You and I?”

“Not necessarily,” Ding Xiandi said while looking at the Tianji Command. “According to my many years of reading experience,”

“Experience reading romance novels about women falling in love with women?”

You Fuling’s voice held more distance than her face suggested. Ding Xiandi glanced at her, thoughtful. “Are you homophobic?”

You Fuling remained silent. Ding Xiandi guessed she understood the term and thought to herself that You Fuling was truly more “ancient” than the ancients themselves.

Ding Xiandi shrugged. “Then pretend I didn’t say anything.”

She stopped asking questions, her eyes falling on the Tianji Command, which resembled a jade token, to check the contact list. The original owner of this body didn’t have a prominent personality; aside from her fellow junior sisters in the sect, she had almost no contact with others.

The atmosphere grew awkward again. Before Ding Xiandi could regret her words, You Fuling asked, seemingly interested in the “original work” Ding Xiandi had mentioned: “If you didn’t have a Dao companion, would you want to do that kind of thing with Ming Jing?”

Ding Xiandi thought this person was quite strange. She opened the elixir bottle You Fuling had handed over. “What kind of thing is that kind of thing?”

They were born in the same private hospital in the same month of the same year. Even their birth times were synchronized like a bug, not a second apart, as if someone had arranged it.

Ding Xiandi had often wondered if her parents were “fake.” Her mother thought she watched too many movies and tried to give her some subtle adolescent education regarding other matters. But Ding Xiandi had no one she liked and had never considered such things.

Her parents were in a cooperative relationship; there was really nothing to brag about regarding their emotions. As a child, she didn’t have the capacity to question if they loved each other; just witnessing their daily interactions was enough to see a flood of stifling boredom. She chose to skip it.

Since You Fuling was the one asking, Ding Xiandi countered: “Isn’t it natural for people who admire and like each other to do that kind of thing?”

Her phrasing was eccentric, her eyes fixed on the person sitting opposite her.

“Do you have someone?” You Fuling knew many people liked Ding Xiandi, but she had never heard of her dating anyone.

Their school hadn’t had many restrictions; the atmosphere was different from a normal high school, and people often complained on the school forums about having too many physical education classes. Ding Xiandi’s report card always showed straight A’s. Aside from sports, You Fuling could keep up with her in everything. Her only regret was that they never had the chance to play tennis face-to-face, nor would she ever be present when others confessed to Ding Xiandi.

But now, things were different.

“No, I’m just worried about the ‘what if’.”

Ding Xiandi didn’t know the purpose of the elixirs, so she shook the bottle. “What is this medicine for? It’s not the kind of thing I just mentioned, something that makes people lose control and want to make things happen, is it?”

Being a newcomer, she understood nothing. In front of others, she maintained a subtle tension, but in front of You Fuling, she relaxed too much, saying whatever came to mind.

Her true self was completely different from You Fuling’s imagination. Her veil hid her disappointment as she couldn’t help but say, “How can you be so,”

Ding Xiandi was confused. “How can I be what?”

“We aren’t natives of this world. Is there a need for you to be this shy?”

“I am not shy.”

When You Fuling spoke, her breath remained shallow; the veil didn’t move at all, making her look like a doll. The more she acted this way, the more Ding Xiandi wanted to see her true face. What did the You Fuling who killed her brother look like? How did she do such a thing with that sickly body?

“Let’s not talk about that.” Ding Xiandi sniffed the medicine bottle. “The Dao companion thing isn’t urgent.”

“I won’t be disappointed if you have other plans.”

The Tianji Command had many modes and could even be used as a mirror. Ding Xiandi sprinkled some medicinal powder, and her wounds improved significantly. “Such immediate results?”

She looked up and caught You Fuling’s scrutinizing gaze, tilting her head and smiling at her. You Fuling, like a startled bird, quickly looked away.

Ding Xiandi had more than one injury; her grin pulled at her wounds. She touched her face, thinking: Is my smile that terrifying? She shouldn’t be that timid, right?

“You said Ming Jing is the protagonist.” After a moment, You Fuling confirmed with her, seeing that Ding Xiandi had no intention of leaving. “Then what is this book about?”

Ding Xiandi’s transmigration was baffling. The soul of the original body seemed to have vanished after a nap in class, leaving Ding Xiandi with no memories. She didn’t know if she would ever remember; the words she spoke in class earlier relied entirely on her junior sister’s reminders.

Ding Xiandi’s only solace was that the original owner’s junior sister, Mei Chi, didn’t seem very bright; she appeared to interpret Ding Xiandi’s abnormality as a personality change after being rejected by Ming Jing.

Mei Chi, born with Herculean strength, was like a fish in water at the Tianji Academy, where armed combat was prohibited. Aside from the “inhuman” eldest senior sister of the Star Point Sect, almost no one could hurt her.

A voice transmission from her appeared on Ding Xiandi’s Tianji Command: “Second Senior Sister, I can’t hold back Ji Ting much longer.”

“It’s about,” Ding Xiandi didn’t know how to summarize it and feared You Fuling wouldn’t understand. “Just that usual stuff: leveling up, killing monsters, saving the world, and becoming a celebrity.”

You Fuling: “Saving the world?”

She had arrived earlier than Ding Xiandi and knew more about the layout of the Liuguang world. Before entering the academy, she had heard her Master mention abnormalities in the Demon-Sealing Wells. “The Demon Race?”

“Mhm. Apparently, there’s a super big boss, but he doesn’t have white hair.”

Ding Xiandi brushed her long hair back. Not feeling shy around the person opposite her, she not only pulled off her copper-patterned belt but also shrugged off her outer robe and inner garment.

She was far too casual. You Fuling asked, “What are you doing?”

Ding Xiandi stripped her upper body, showing no reserve. “You A-Shan, help me apply the medicine. I have many wounds on my body, it hurts.”

She didn’t forget to give You Fuling a spoiler: “I didn’t finish this novel. In the end, it must be the cultivators fighting the demons. Ming Jing will be the main force in exterminating them, and then it should end.”

You Fuling still hadn’t adapted to the other’s attitude. She stared blankly at Ding Xiandi’s back for a long time, only snapping out of it when Ding Xiandi complained about being cold.

The original Ding Xiandi could never have had these wounds. Compared to You Fuling, who was used to being sick since childhood, Ding Xiandi was someone who had never suffered physically. You Fuling asked, “Can you bear it?”

Ding Xiandi: “What?”

You Fuling: “I heard your body cannot gather spiritual energy, and your cultivation is very low.”

Ding Xiandi: “Are you mocking me for being inferior to you now?”

You Fuling shook her head, forgetting the person in front of her couldn’t see it.

Mei Chi, who was following them, had dragged Ji Ting away, but the eldest senior sister of the Heaven-Refining Sect was no pushover. A ban on combat in the academy didn’t mean one couldn’t use talismans. Everyone from the Star Point Sect was considered useless, so Ji Ting froze Mei Chi in place with a talisman and ran toward You Fuling’s residence.

On the way, she ran into Juan Yuanjia, who was returning from watching the excitement. Seeing Ji Ting in a panic, Juan Yuanjia followed to watch the show.

The dormitory levels in the academy were interspersed. The Human-grade apartments were diagonally opposite the Heaven-grade ones. Mei Chi was stuck at a crossroads; anyone passing by could see the talisman on her, but no one helped. The sword cultivators of the same department thought she looked foolish. Even if sword cultivators had a bad reputation, they wouldn’t stoop to physical brawling; those passing by mostly ignored her out of personal grudges.

As dusk fell, it was usually time for Mei Chi to go to the dining hall. Her stomach growled loudly just as a group from the Alchemy Department finished class. Several female cultivators in emerald robes walked past. Alchemists weren’t as prone to trouble as sword cultivators, but their mountain peaks exploded frequently; either the furnace blew up or the pills did. With explosions every few days, many of them had naturally perm-like frizzy hair.

Even while frozen, Mei Chi remained optimistic. She glared at everyone, her usually dull eyes becoming overly expressive, as if her eyeballs might pop out.

“Senior Aunt, look at her. How funny.”

“Did you check the Tianji Command? Something big happened in the Sword Department today.”

“My junior sister from the Music Department is wailing, saying her sect’s genius senior sister was ‘snatched by a pig’.”

“What pig? The academy doesn’t admit monsters.”

“Isn’t this person from the Star Point Sect? I thought that sect had no one left. Did three people manage to squeeze in this year?”

“Some say one of them isn’t even human.”

Mei Chi was staring at the oil-paper-wrapped bean cakes in a passing cultivator’s hand, completely unaware that her sect was once again the center of gossip.

The curly-haired cultivator called Senior Aunt by her companions stopped and released the talisman on Mei Chi, which only had fifteen minutes left. Mei Chi stumbled and fell straight toward the tall cultivator.

The seemingly frail alchemy senior sister caught her and asked, “Are you new?”

In the academy, the female dorms were mixed, and since the robes were the same regardless of age, it was hard to tell who was a genuine senior.

Mei Chi hummed an affirmative. She reluctantly tore her gaze away from the bean cakes and sprinted toward the Heaven-grade apartments. The surrounding alchemists were puzzled. “That girl lives in a Heaven-grade apartment? Impossible, right?”

The leading alchemist didn’t reply and walked in that direction as well.

Mei Chi had been delayed for some time. She thought Ji Ting might have attacked her Second Senior Sister, but surprisingly, the other woman had been temporarily called away. The two met again.

Mei Chi rushed ahead, while Ji Ting reached out to knock on the door. The Heaven-grade apartments were massive, essentially caves relying on skylights for illumination. You Fuling had lived in such a place when she first transmigrated. Her guard was down around Ding Xiandi, so she didn’t notice the sound of people running outside.

Heaven-grade apartments were expensive, and there were very few of them. Some were used to seclusion, some stayed up all night, and some lived with Dao companions. Once the door was shut, no one knew who was next door.

Ji Ting and Mei Chi confronted each other at You Fuling’s threshold. The high-cultivation one was afraid of attracting the Law Enforcement Cranes, while the low-cultivation one had brute strength. They were at a stalemate, but unfortunately, a passing alchemist was caught in the crossfire.

The alchemist who had helped Mei Chi earlier was sent stumbling by an accidental elbow from her, right into the door that Ji Ting had just unsealed.

With a loud thud, all three tumbled inside. Ding Xiandi, who was leaning dizzily on a soft couch with her shoulders bare, blinked. “What’s going on?”

You Fuling’s hand was on Ding Xiandi’s pulse, her spiritual energy circulating through the other’s meridians to check for abnormalities. She hadn’t realized her hairpin was messy and her hem was crumpled from Ding Xiandi’s grip. The scene looked incredibly suspicious.

Ji Ting roared, “Ding Xiandi! You beast! What have you done to my junior sister?!”

Mei Chi helped up the alchemist she had knocked over and shouted back, “Clearly it’s your junior sister who is forcing herself on my senior sister!”

The two loud voices attracted even more people. The space outside You Fuling’s door became packed.

An alchemist, completely confused by the situation, asked, “If they are Dao companions, isn’t dual cultivation normal?”

Ding Xiandi tilted her head slightly and asked You Fuling curiously, “This counts as dual cultivation?”

That’s it? This is way different from what I imagined.

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