After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 17

Right now, Yue Xi not only wanted to hit it—she wanted to seal its mouth shut.

What kind of decent ghost had such an ugly face and spoke with such a revolting voice?

Wasn’t this purely nauseating?

Just thinking about Xiao Qing’s beautiful voice being sullied like this made Yue Xi murderous.

But when she looked over, she realized the skeleton had no evil aura, so it probably hadn’t done anything wrong.

Yue Xi casually pulled out a talisman from her robes and said coldly:
“Shut your mouth!”

The skeleton looked at the thunder talisman in her hand and tried to force its gaping jaw shut, but since it was only a bony frame, no matter how it closed, there were always gaps.

The ruined hut was already engulfed in black fog, ghostly winds whistling through. Who knew what was happening inside?

The group of students had followed along and now saw Yue Xi speaking to thin air. They stared at her strangely.

Yue Xi turned and asked, “You said earlier there’s still someone else on the mountain?”

The boy who seemed the most reliable stepped forward and replied:
“Our professor brought us here for field research. This afternoon she went up the mountain alone, and she hasn’t come back yet.”

Yue Xi raised her hand, formed a seal, and probed the surroundings. She sensed a living aura to the southeast.

“Your professor is fine. Head that way.”

Then she slapped a warding talisman onto the skeleton’s forehead and ordered:
“Take them there. Bring her back safely and I’ll remove the talisman. If not…”

The skeleton didn’t dare move. Its eye sockets felt strangely warm, but no tears could fall.

Why bully it like this? Humans had always been unreasonable and domineering.

It knew—because it had once been human too.

It was just that it had been dead for so long, it had forgotten.

The students were first stunned by Yue Xi’s hand seals, then dumbfounded when they saw a talisman floating in midair.

Yue Xi had no time for nonsense and said sternly:
“The later it gets, the heavier the yin energy. Just because your professor is safe now doesn’t mean she’ll stay that way. Don’t waste time.”

With that, they watched her draw something in the air, mutter incantations—and then vanish.

The group of simple-minded college students froze, more silent than ever before.

Suddenly, the talisman moved, and a woman’s voice said:
“Let’s go.”

One timid girl stammered:
“I-it-it… talked?!”

The girl in front of her turned back and said, “That was me talking. Time won’t wait. Let’s find the professor first.”

She tugged her boyfriend forward, following the talisman down the path.

The timid girl let out a breath.
“Scared me to death—I thought the talisman itself spoke.”

A boy beside her scoffed, “Of course not. What, you think this is a paranormal event?”

The rest: “……”

As if everything that happened tonight wasn’t already supernatural enough? Truly, these two were geniuses.

Yue Xi entered the ruined hut and spotted Ji Shuang facing the wall in a corner. The large light on her head was out, only her phone cast a weak glow, and something seemed to flicker across its screen.

When Yue Xi walked closer, Ji Shuang was mumbling:
“Chì chì yáng yáng, the sun rises in the east… Great Supreme Elder, by law so urgent—uh!—decree!”

Her voice cracked on the last word—because she’d spotted Yue Xi.

Not frightened by ghosts, but startled by a living person.

When she realized it was Yue Xi, Ji Shuang lit up like she’d seen a savior and hurried over to hide by her side.

“Taoist Master, your talisman is amazing!”

Whatever had happened, the change in her form of address said enough—it hadn’t been good.

Yue Xi thought, your exorcism chants aren’t bad either.

But she didn’t correct Ji Shuang’s title. Instead, she said:
“In a moment, I’ll break the barrier. Don’t worry about anything else—just run out.”

Ji Shuang nodded, then asked, “Taoist Master, aren’t you coming with me?”

Yue Xi shook her head, lips pressed tight.
“I still have some scores to settle with it.”

Ji Shuang didn’t question further. After all, this Taoist’s magic was formidable—surely she’d escape unscathed.

Ji Shuang had been ensnared by the yin spirit. To her eyes, the world was blurred and impossible to leave. But her phone had captured something.

At first, the livestream chat scrolled:

【What just flashed past?】
【A ghostly shadow? Must’ve woken up too fast. Going back to sleep.】
【You up front, stop it—there are no such things as ghosts.】
【Then why are you watching a paranormal streamer in the middle of the night?】
【Don’t panic, everyone. Just a wandering soul, not dangerous.】

Within moments, dozens of “family members” were wide awake, calling their friends. Soon the live room had over a hundred viewers, still climbing.

But Ji Shuang, busy clinging to life, had no time to glance at her phone. She had no idea her stream was exploding.

Yue Xi tried calculating the Life Gate, but no matter how long she divined, she couldn’t find it. At last she chose brute force.

With her cultivation, subtle strategy was out of the question. Better to keep it simple.

Thunder talisman in hand, she chanted, flung it into the air, and shouted:
“Break!”

The concealing fog dispersed, a narrow passage opening to reveal the hut’s door.

Ji Shuang remembered Yue Xi’s instructions and dashed out, not forgetting to shout thanks:
“Taoist Master, thank you for saving me! Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Xiao Qing!”

She thought Yue Xi had left Xiao Qing safely at the inn, since a delicate girl like her surely wasn’t fit for midnight ghost hunts.

Yue Xi didn’t answer. After Ji Shuang was gone, she murmured coldly:
“Where did you hide Xiao Qing?”

The fog didn’t disperse. From deeper within came muffled “wooo” sounds.

Then from the mountain above came a clear male voice:

“How did she know you were the one who hid Xiao Qing?”

Yin spirit: Wooo (…yes).

The man laughed twice—soft, but powerful, carrying far.
“Because she’s human.”

Though perhaps that wasn’t quite right…

Shrouded in mist, the man stood tall, long silver hair flowing without wind.

“Xiao Hei, I’ve lingered here tens of thousands of years. It’s time I left to walk the world.”

To see what the world had become… and atone for past sins.

Xiao Hei howled louder: Woooooo…!

“You can’t come with me. The spiritual energy here is strong—you must continue cultivating. Remember: pranks are fine, but never harm human life.”

Xiao He deflated. Tonight, it was a heartbroken ghost, destined to drink alone.

Yue Xi had been ready for a confrontation, but the spirit left before she could act. The fog around the hut cleared, restoring its true appearance.

She looked toward the mountain—the oppressive yin dissipating, thinning noticeably.

Had that great ghost come to terms?

Since it had gone so swiftly, she didn’t intend to chase. Her only focus was finding Xiao Qing.

When she stepped outside, voices drifted over. The once-silent Feng Mountain had suddenly grown lively.

“Professor, please don’t wander dangerous places alone again! What would we do if something happened to you?”

“Today we were lucky—a kind… uh… master guided us. Next time we might not be so fortunate.”

Yue Xi followed the path down and met the group.

The skeleton, still bound by the talisman, approached. Somehow Yue Xi even saw humility in its bony face.

She tore off the talisman and warned:
“Don’t toy with humans again. Next time it’ll be a thunder talisman.”

The skeleton shuddered, then leapt off a steep slope.

Yue Xi: “……”

The students quickly crowded their professor, excitedly pointing to Yue Xi as their savior.

Yue Xi looked at the professor—strikingly beautiful, gentle and poised, standing out among her students.

The professor spoke first:
“Hello, I’m Pei Ying. Thank you for saving me.”

Yue Xi had little education, and naturally held scholars in respect. She waved it off:
“It was nothing. Professor Pei, please avoid climbing alone, and keep your expeditions to daytime.”

Leaving it at that, she leapt away, vanishing over the ridge.

Pei Ying: “……”

Students: “See, Professor? I wasn’t lying—she really is a master!”

Pei Ying thought deeply.
She had connections in the Taoist Association, but had never heard of such a young girl with such skill. Clearly her network wasn’t wide enough. She’d need to strengthen it.

The reason Yue Xi left so quickly was that she had sensed Xiao Qing’s aura.

It was just a fleeting instinct, as if something tethered them together.

She followed it to a low slope, where the presence was strong—but no matter how she searched, she couldn’t find her.

Her divination pointed straight ahead, yet all that stood there was a human-sized stone, surrounded by lush grass.

No traces of arrays or barriers. Nothing unusual at all.

Thinking her spell had failed, Yue Xi turned to leave—but at that instant, her heart wrenched violently.

It was an indescribable feeling, like enduring the world’s deepest sorrow, her heart being torn apart again and again until it shattered.

She turned back to the stone.

This time, it was different—moisture seeped across its surface, as though the stone itself were crying.

Compelled, Yue Xi pressed her hand to it. The stone softened, and a powerful force sucked her inside.

Her feet slipped, nearly sending her to her knees. Steadying herself, she froze at the sight before her.

She stood upon a circular jade platform, clouds billowing all around. Enormous azure fish and kun beasts swam through the mist.

The jade platform looked small, yet no matter how far she walked, the edge never grew closer.

Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap. Clouds roiled black, light snuffed out. Only the flash of lightning revealed brief moments of brightness.

Before Yue Xi could adjust, people appeared around her—men and women in ethereal cloud garments.

“Sinful deity Qing He, you have committed a grave crime. By order of the Divine Lord, you shall face ninety-nine lightning strikes at the Execution Platform and have your divine bones stripped. Do you submit?”

The name struck familiar. Yue Xi spun toward the sound.

On a tall pillar, a pale young girl was chained with golden shackles. Her white robes were soaked in blood, yet her expression remained proud and aloof.

“If it is truly my brother who decrees this punishment, why does he not come himself? Could it be you borrow his name to enact your schemes?”

The speaker’s voice deepened:
“These divine-binding chains are the God-King’s own artifact. Without his consent, who could summon them?”

Qing He fell silent, her eyes desolate, filled with bitter sorrow.

“Then let him come and speak it to me himself. Only then will I believe.”

The others hesitated. The Divine Lord spared her for sibling’s sake—he would not wish to come. But if summoned…

“I am here. What more do you have to say?”

Qing He raised her gaze to Yu Zhu.
“Brother, would you strip me of my divine bones?”

Yu Zhu’s face was cold, voice low:
“You colluded with demons, causing countless deaths. Today your divine bones are removed—you are no longer one of our kin.”

Qing He’s lips curved faintly. Her hand released its grip, letting the feather blade fall with a clear chime.

“Very well. Since even Brother believes so… then do it.”

If it had been those hypocritical immortals, she would never have yielded. As long as the feather blade was in hand, she still had hope of resistance.

But if even her brother wanted her dead—then so be it.

Qing He closed her eyes, serene.

Yu Zhu’s hand clenched tight, eyes shadowed with suppressed anguish.

Then, suddenly, they turned cold and resolute.

He raised his hand and unleashed a spell at her—swift as lightning.

Yue Xi moved with all her might, blocking in front of Qing He.

But the spell passed right through her, striking Qing He full on. Yue Xi even felt warm liquid splash onto her—but when she looked, there was nothing.

The pillar collapsed. The divine-binding chains lost power, and Qing He plunged downward.

Beneath lay endless black clouds, flashing lightning, roaring winds like blades.

“No!”

Yue Xi lunged, but caught nothing.

The girl’s figure grew dimmer, as though shredded by the storm.

Without hesitation, Yue Xi leapt after her.

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