After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Entangled by a Crazy and Beautiful Villain - Chapter 28

Early in the morning.

Song Linlin forced her eyes open through sheer willpower. This was certainly not because she wanted to go to the bathroom, nor was it because she had decided to redouble her efforts in cultivation; it was purely because she had to attend morning lessons!

Within the Xuan Yun Sect, different lecturers basically rotated daily to teach the morning session. As the saying goes, a day’s work is best begun in the morning. The morning lessons were not scheduled extremely early, leaving the disciples a period of time for meditation beforehand.

There was no strict requirement for everyone to attend the morning lessons, but for new disciples like Song Linlin, who were mostly in the Foundation Establishment stage, everyone was expected to attend unless they were preparing for solitary retreat to break through.

The content of the morning lessons varied completely according to the lecturer’s preference. Sometimes it was simple insights into the Way, and sometimes practical spells were taught. These were still very useful for new disciples like them.

Therefore, no matter how much Song Linlin wanted to sleep in, she had to climb out of bed. Although she had already advanced to the Golden Core stage, even some Golden Core stage senior brothers and sisters occasionally attended the morning lessons. If she were to be absent without a compelling reason, it would be too suspicious.

The moment she opened her eyes, she noticed that Chi Qianning, whom she was cuddling in her arms, was also awake. Unlike her own drowsy look, the other party’s eyes were clear, only the way she looked at Song Linlin was slightly complex.

“Didn’t you sleep all night?” Song Linlin asked, puzzled.

“No.”

Chi Qianning looked at her plaintively, “I remember someone said last night they were going to lull me to sleep, but ended up lulling herself to sleep instead.”

Did that really happen?

Song Linlin had just woken up and her consciousness was not very clear. Coupled with being suddenly woken up last night, she really couldn’t remember clearly, so she could only vaguely say, “Sorry, I was probably too tired…”

She let go of Chi Qianning, sat up, and stretched. Waking up in the morning feeling refreshed was somewhat related to her cultivation level. If she had to get up at this time in the modern world, Song Linlin would only feel like dying.

Song Linlin got out of bed and looked for her uniform, the standardized attire for Xuan Yun Sect disciples. Inside the sect, apart from those in the Elder position and above who could wear whatever they liked, everyone else had to wear clothing corresponding to their identity.

While rummaging through the wardrobe for clothes, Song Linlin said to Chi Qianning, who was still on the bed, “I’m going to the morning lesson soon. You can wait for me here until then.”

“Until when?” Chi Qianning rested her chin on one hand, watching Song Linlin busy herself.

“Hmm… That’s hard to say.”

Song Linlin pulled out a uniform, thought for a moment, and explained, “It depends on how long the lecturer speaks. Usually, it’s about two hours, but I’ll definitely be back before lunch.”

After all, lecturing daily was just a sect duty. Most lecturers were busy with their own cultivation, so they would usually speak briefly to fulfill the minimum duration requirement and then leave.

Of course, there were exceptions where some lecturers got carried away and dragged the session until noon, but this was a very rare occurrence.

“Mhm.” Chi Qianning replied faintly.

Song Linlin found a secluded spot to change her clothes. She had been wearing Chi Qianning’s skirt before, but now that she was back in the sect, she couldn’t wear anything so flashy.

“What about your dress?” Song Linlin held the skirt, wondering if she should wash it before returning it.

Chi Qianning didn’t seem to care much about a piece of clothing. She only glanced at it before retracting her gaze. “Just leave it there.”

After getting ready to leave, Song Linlin turned back one last time to instruct, “I’ll be back as soon as the morning lesson is over. Don’t run around.”

“Got it.”

Chi Qianning was a little unwilling to listen to her instructions, always feeling like an adult coaxing a child before leaving.

Seeing her agree, Song Linlin felt slightly relieved, then walked out the door and quickly hurried towards the location of the morning lesson.

She was already considered late. If she went now, the seats in the front would definitely be taken. However, this suited Song Linlin’s intentions perfectly. Sitting in the front meant she couldn’t let her mind wander, so the back was better for slacking off.

Song Linlin entered about five minutes before the lesson was about to start. Sure enough, most of the seats were occupied. She nodded with satisfaction, intending to find a spot in the last two rows.

But then, a familiar voice came from the front, “Junior Sister Linlin, over here!”

Hearing the voice, Song Linlin looked up and saw Zhiyu waving at her. Ye Tingran was sitting next to her, and the seating was arranged in groups of three, with exactly one empty seat remaining there.

Since the other party had already greeted her, Song Linlin couldn’t very well refuse. Her wish to slack off in the back row was dashed, and she could only walk towards their seats.

Still, it wasn’t the very front, but the middle row, which was acceptable. Otherwise, Song Linlin would have had to find an excuse to decline.

When Song Linlin sat down, Zhiyu smiled lightly and said, “Was Junior Sister Song perhaps late? Sister Ye and I saw that you hadn’t arrived, so we saved a seat for you.”

Song Linlin forced a smile, sounding not very happy, “Thank you very much, Senior Sister Zhiyu. But next time, please don’t save me a seat!”

Ye Tingran also looked at her and said, “Junior Sister Song, I successfully submitted the mission report for this experience last night. The Elder on duty seemed not to have expected that we would actually kill a late-stage Golden Core enemy this time.”

“Because the mission difficulty exceeded expectations and we successfully completed it, everyone will receive double the sect contribution points as a reward this time.”

“I specifically mentioned to the Elder that Junior Sister Song played a vital role, so our two contributions will be slightly higher than others. As the leader, and in their eyes having slain Xing Jiu, I received an extra opportunity to enter the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.”

“This should have been Junior Sister Song’s reward. So, what kind of cultivation method or move set would you like? I will go and find one for you then.”

Song Linlin immediately waved her hand in refusal, stating righteously, “No, no, no! Senior Sister Ye, you need this opportunity more than I do! My need for this is not great. If you feel bad, you can compensate me some other time.”

Entry to each floor of the sect’s Scripture Pavilion was restricted. Most books on the first floor could be exchanged with sect contribution points, but entry to every subsequent floor required fulfilling certain specific conditions.

Song Linlin truly had no interest in improving her strength, and besides, in the original plot, Ye Tingran also obtained this opportunity and got a move set that was very suitable for the early stages.

It was best not to casually alter the plot, otherwise, who knew what butterfly effect it might cause later on.

Ye Tingran hadn’t expected her to refuse so directly, so she could only nod, “Then I will transfer all the contribution points I received this time to Junior Sister Song. Please don’t refuse this; I still have plenty, which is completely sufficient.”

“Alright then.”

Song Linlin did indeed need this currency. Life within the sect—be it for food, cultivation, or resources—required contribution points, which could only be obtained by completing missions.

Because she was not strong before and only took simple tasks, Song Linlin’s sect contribution points were pitifully low, only enough to ensure her survival. Overall, she was still poor.

Now, having more money was naturally better.

This also reminded Song Linlin that she should perhaps take a trip to the Scripture Pavilion. It contained more than just cultivation books; there were also various herb classics, historical secrets, and other books.

She had nothing to do in the afternoon and evening and could find some books to read to pass the time.

Soon, the time for the morning lesson arrived. The lecturer on duty today was a kindly-looking old man with a long beard and a gentle manner of speaking.

Song Linlin remembered him. He was a nice old man. Most of the time during his lessons, he shared various experiences from his youth and occasionally talked about insights into the Way. It was quite interesting to listen to it as a story.

Today, he was telling the story of his journey to the Western Sea in his youth to seek the Way, and how he once followed a powerful Venerable named Bo Cong in his practice.

Of course, he didn’t treat it entirely like a storytelling session. He also detailed some of his insights during the practice. When the two hours were up, the story of his time practicing with Venerable Bo Cong was mostly finished.

Song Linlin was satisfied. She hadn’t learned anything this morning, having spent the entire time listening to a story. The story wasn’t completely over, and the lecturer was about to leave, but the majority of the listeners were teenagers, and naturally, some were curious enough to ask, “Steward Li, what happened to Venerable Bo Cong afterward? Why haven’t I heard of this name?”

Steward Li stopped, gazing at the sky with a melancholy look in his eyes. He sighed with regret and said, “After I left the Western Sea, I returned to the sect. I had originally planned to visit Venerable Bo Cong a few years later, but three years after that, I heard news of his death.”

“Venerable Bo Cong loved to practice chivalry and was a man of integrity, but in the end, he was killed by a villain. What a pity…”

This ending obviously surprised everyone. In Steward Li’s description, Venerable Bo Cong was powerful and righteous, yet such a strong person had died.

“W… Who killed him?” a male voice quietly asked.

Steward Li’s usually kind expression turned serious. He took a few seconds before uttering two words: “Hong Ye.”

“I’m back!”

Song Linlin pushed open the door, carrying a few books in her hand. These were some leisurely reads she had specifically gone to the Scripture Pavilion to find. Borrowing these books was very cheap, as hardly anyone usually read them.

She walked into the bedroom. Chi Qianning had gotten off the bed and was sitting by the tea table. As soon as she heard the movement outside the door, she turned her head.

Song Linlin looked at her leisurely appearance, then asked, “Have you been sitting here all this time?”

“Mhm.” Chi Qianning nodded faintly.

“Is that so?”

Song Linlin looked at her, tossed the books onto the bed, and lay down herself. The Scripture Pavilion was quite far from her residence, and she was a little tired from the walk, so she just wanted to lie down for a bit. Looking at Chi Qianning, she asked, “Weren’t you bored?”

Even Song Linlin herself felt that after solving the matter at Falling Maple Temple and returning to the sect, besides attending the morning lessons every day, she had nothing else to do.

Of course, this was also because she was too lazy to cultivate. Others were busy improving themselves after the morning lessons, or going on simple missions.

Only Song Linlin returned to her room to lie down immediately after the lesson ended.

“Of course, I was bored,” Chi Qianning said.

Song Linlin was choked by this answer, feeling inexplicably like a beauty left alone in an empty room. This gave her a bit of guilt, and she contemplated, “Hmm… then let’s go find something to do this afternoon.”

She had originally planned to lie in bed all day, but that seemed a bit too decadent, so she decided to be a little more active.

“What did you bring back?” Chi Qianning noticed that Song Linlin was holding something when she arrived.

Chi Qianning stood up, approached Song Linlin, and sat beside her. Song Linlin, who was lying down, also sat up, pulled out a book, and while flipping through it, said:

“The lecturer this morning told us about his journey to the Western Sea for cultivation back then and mentioned a person. I found this person written about in this book at the Scripture Pavilion, so I brought it back.”

“Oh?”

Chi Qianning stared at her flipping fingers, became slightly interested, and asked, “Who was mentioned?”

“Wait a minute…”

Song Linlin quickly flipped through and finally stopped at a page in the middle of the book. “Found it! It’s this!”

Following the direction of her finger, Chi Qianning’s eyes looked over, and she subconsciously raised an eyebrow, then looked away, asking, “Have you finished reading it?”

“Not yet, I’ve read a part.”

Song Linlin turned back two more pages, pointed to a section, and said to Chi Qianning, “She’s so scary! She killed an entire family for some kind of Snow Lotus, staining the whole snowy mountain red.”

As someone who had read the plot, Song Linlin only knew that this person would appear later as a powerful main villain, but she didn’t know about this person’s earlier deeds.

Chi Qianning narrowed her eyes slightly and casually said, “Are you very afraid of her?”

“I think any normal person who knows about her should be afraid of her.” Song Linlin said while shrinking her neck.

Fortunately, she had no connection with that person. She could only silently pray for Ye Tingran, as Ye Tingran would later have a conflict with that main villain.

Song Linlin looked at Chi Qianning and suddenly thought that since she was so powerful, she might have met that villain. She immediately asked out of curiosity, “Chi Qianning, have you ever met that person named Hong Ye?”

Chi Qianning was silent for two seconds before speaking, “Yes, I have.”

“Can you defeat her?”

Chi Qianning didn’t want to talk to Song Linlin anymore, and casually said, “No, I can’t.”

“Wow!”

“Then let’s stay far away from her! This person is too vicious, it’s best not to get close!” Song Linlin said in alarm.

Then Song Linlin felt a glare. Chi Qianning suddenly moved closer, her red eyes staring straight at her, with a look of resentment, “What about me? Am I vicious?”

Song Linlin felt a trace of inexplicable grievance in those words. She couldn’t help but cup the other party’s beautiful face in her hands and squeeze it. Dazzled by the beauty, she said angrily, “How could you be?! Who said you were vicious? They must be blind.”