After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 2

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Le Yi parted slightly from the girl’s lips and said softly:
“…Don’t shut me out.”

The Love-Devouring Grass began exerting its full effect. The girl’s eyes were unfocused, and the wound on her lips glowed faintly with green fluorescence.

Le Yi had exchanged blood with her, and the poison of lust inside the girl lured her as well, leaving her qi and blood unstable, her thoughts muddled.

Tears slipped from the corner of the girl’s eyes. Le Yi felt something drilling into her body, but at this moment she had no time to care.

……

Le Yi wrapped her hand around the girl’s waist, pulling her into her arms.

The girl leaned against her, staring at her shadowed face hidden in the darkness. She gently ground her teeth, her eyes showing a vicious glint.

“If you have something you want, just say it. I’ll do as you ask.”

The girl lifted her gaze to her, tears clinging to her lashes. Those black eyes were like the night sky, so deep that Le Yi’s breath caught.

Moonlight shone upon the girl’s face, her porcelain skin glowing faintly, contrasting sharply with her glassy black eyes.

If one didn’t look at her eyes, she seemed like a cat. But those eyes—sharp, like blades gleaming with cold light.

Sharp and dazzling.

That was the phrase that suddenly came to Le Yi’s mind.

The girl had been suppressing the poison of lust, but with her current strength, she could only barely remain rational, with no power left to dispel it.

Otherwise, she would never have chosen to copulate with a mere mortal—a method that sullied her dignity.

Once the poison was purged, she would kill her.

The girl hadn’t expected that the fleeting killing intent in her heart would be caught by Le Yi.

Le Yi stared at her in shock, her heart erupting like fireworks, emotions surging wildly.

Blood welled from the wound on the girl’s lips, glowing green, and the poison inside her flared again.

The wound on Le Yi’s palm slowly healed, that same green fluorescence sinking into her veins, disappearing without a trace.

Her mind gradually cleared, and for the first time, she truly saw the girl’s face.

How to describe it?

Heavenly, unique, a beauty unmatched under the sky—one that outshone all colors of the mortal world.

Silken black hair spilled across her back and chest, trailing down nearly to her knees, gleaming with health, smooth as satin.

Her forehead was clear and smooth, brows like willow leaves. Her apricot eyes, damp with tears, shimmered like a clear lake, their corners tinged red, captivating in their shifting glances.

A delicate nose, cherry lips slightly swollen, the tiny wounds adding a dangerous allure, making one long to taste them.

Le Yi stared in a daze. In her twenty-four years, she had met many people, but never one so beautiful.

Was this real?

She half-suspected she was dreaming, yet everything felt so vivid.

“What’s your name?”

The girl’s body stiffened. She raised a hand to cover Le Yi’s eyes, which were staring straight at her.

Her name.

That name had not been spoken aloud by anyone but her elder brother for a long time.

What did others call her?

At first—God Sovereign. Later, after her brother abandoned her—they called her Demon Sovereign.

Qing He gazed at Le Yi, her emotions unreadable.

This mortal was audacious indeed. Not only did she dare look directly at her, she dared ask her name.

Did she think that just because they had been intimate, she now had privileges?

A mere furnace cauldron. When used up, she would be killed.

Le Yi, with her eyes covered, could not see the girl’s expression, but she felt the scorching gaze upon her, probing and scrutinizing, making her feel inexplicably pressured.

Qing He’s eyes slid from the back of her hand, past Le Yi’s tall nose, and landed on her lips.

She remembered their taste—soft, sweet—effective in suppressing her lust-poison.

She stared for several seconds, then kissed her again.

It was the poison’s influence, not her own will.

With that awareness, she felt no guilt and simply continued.

……

As the thick night faded and dawn’s first light broke, Le Yi finally ceased, holding the girl tightly as she fell into deep sleep.

Qing He opened her eyes, seeing the green Daoist robe draped over her. Her eyes flickered.

Just as she was about to kill Le Yi, a tearing pain erupted in her chest. The vines that had broken free from the underworld with her thrashed wildly in the air, threatening to spiral out of control.

She had no time for anything else. She flew back into the ice coffin, using what little power she had recovered—barely thirty percent—to drag the vines into a bottomless rift.

The ice coffin was a holy relic of the God clan. Eighty percent of her power was sealed within it, and who knew how long it would take to reclaim it all.

For now, she could only use the coffin to suppress the berserk vines, lest they harm innocents.

Gradually, the vines quieted, sinking into slumber. Qing He expelled the last trace of Love-Devouring Flower poison and closed her eyes once more.

That furnace cauldron…

Forget it. For now, she would spare her. Once her power returned, she could kill her then.

Le Yi was awakened by birdsong. Opening her eyes, the fierce sunlight nearly blinded her.

Once her vision adjusted, she looked around.

She was surrounded by grass and trees. Not far away lay a lake; behind her, towering mountains. She herself was lying naked upon a rock.

Naked?!

Le Yi sprang up at once. Her clothes slipped off, baring her to the air.

Her thighs and arms ached with soreness, worse than a week of overtime.

She quickly dressed and tried to recall what had happened.

She had transmigrated into a novel, then been expelled from Lingyin Monastery by her senior brother, wandered lost in the night, and fallen off a cliff…

And after that?

Her instincts told her something had happened after the fall. Otherwise, how could she survive such a drop unscathed?

Yet no matter how she tried, her memory felt shrouded, unreachable.

Still, being alive was fortune enough. If she had died and not returned to the real world, that would’ve been a loss.

After dressing neatly, Le Yi picked up her bundle and continued on, following the talisman’s direction along the lake. At its end, she found a stone gate.

“So this must be the Life Gate that Senior Brother spoke of!”

Lingyin Monastery was secluded in Mount Feng, never venturing into the world. Any disciple wishing to leave had to pass through the Life Gate trial.

Her senior brother’s words had been vague. She thought it would be easy. Who knew it would be so perilous?

Thankfully, fortune favored her, and she had found it.

For safety, before entering, she used her only precious Concealment Talisman, drawing its range on the ground—an escape route in case of danger inside.

Once prepared, Le Yi cautiously pushed open the stone gate. To her surprise, within lay nothing strange—just a stone path leading forward, ending in a glowing multicolored circle, emanating a mysterious pull.

Le Yi stared blankly at the glowing circle. As she stepped inside, the stone gate slammed shut behind her.

She did not notice, walking forward step by step. With each step, darkness consumed the path behind, shadows clawing and writhing.

“What a delicious scent! Haven’t smelled it in hundreds of years.”

“This little girl is bold indeed, to enter the stone gate on Ghost Festival night.”

“Brothers, enough talk. I’ll feast first!”

One shadow lunged at Le Yi but was repelled by the aura around her, its form nearly scattering.

The other shadows recoiled in fear, not daring to approach.

“Impossible?!” The near-destroyed shadow roared. “Why does she have such powerful demonic energy?!”

None could answer.

They had been trapped here for centuries, ignorant spirits more skilled at boasting than facing real events.

Le Yi kept walking, the closer she drew to the rainbow light, the more spirits lusted after her. But under enchantment, she remained unaware.

One fierce ghost tried to devour her, only to nearly be annihilated like the last.

The demonic energy clinging to her gradually diminished. Finally, a ghost found an opening and bit her ankle. Only then did she snap awake.

Seeing the scene before her, she screamed.

“Ahhh!!!”

Qing He’s eyes flew open. The ice coffin radiated cold, sharpening her features.

That furnace cauldron’s voice again. What now?

With impatience flickering across her face, she rose from the coffin, reinforced the vines’ seal, stored the coffin away, and traced a slit in the void with a finger. She vanished into the rift as a streak of light.

Le Yi was surrounded, ghosts closing in from every side. Her injured foot prevented her from moving.

The Concealment Talisman had expired into ashes. Trapped, she drew her peachwood sword to carve a bloody path.

Her senior brother had said: the stone gate was the Life Gate. As long as she passed through, she could live.

Retreat was no longer an option. Besides, Lingyin Monastery held no place for her now. She could only fight to the end.

Gripping the sword, she dug into her inherited memories, fumbling through an unpolished set of moves.

These ghosts had starved for centuries, weakened wretches. Sword rising and falling, she cut them down one by one, quickly nearing the exit.

Before she could celebrate, a massive shadow loomed, blocking her way. The rainbow light vanished, leaving only darkness.

“You cannot leave. You cannot leave.”

Le Yi tightened her grip on her sword, facing the enormous ghost that had become a draugr.

“Offer me your soul, and I will grant you eternal life.”

Its voice was harsh, like phlegm caught in its throat for a thousand years.

Le Yi muttered an incantation, channeling all her strength into the peachwood sword, striking at its vital spot.

“If I want eternal life, I need not borrow it from you. Delusional!”

Enraged, the draugr roared, swelling to several times its size. With a deafening bellow, it lunged. Le Yi barely dodged. But her talismans were spent; with only her meager strength, she was like an egg striking stone.

The draugr seemed to know she was weakening, toying with her, refusing to finish her off—like savoring a new toy before ripping it apart.

Le Yi racked her brain for escape, remembering at last the book her senior brothers had given her.

Her second senior brother said that book could save her life in dire straits.

But how to get it out?

While she was distracted, the draugr struck again, sending her crashing into a wall, her organs trembling from the blow.

“Too boring.”

It raised its hand for the kill. Le Yi staggered back, but more spirits waited behind. Surrounded, she had no way out.

Earlier, they may have feared her aura. But now, seeing her battered, they would surely pounce.

She knew better than anyone how dire her situation was. With her weak skills and incomplete inherited memories, she was utterly outmatched.

Was she doomed to die here?

Her shoulder was torn open, black blood oozing from the long claw marks. Pain stole her strength.

“Die.”

The draugr’s claws came for her face. Le Yi raised the peachwood sword in defense, barely blocking the blow.

It snorted in disdain.

Le Yi wanted to retort—what glory was there in bullying a mere mortal?—but held her tongue, afraid to anger it further.

Satisfied, the draugr closed in, shrinking the space around her, trapping her like prey.

Her sword slipped from her grasp. She hung limp, like a puppet with cut strings.

So be it. If death came, so be it.

She sighed lightly and closed her eyes.

But the expected pain never arrived. Instead, the draugr howled in agony.

Le Yi opened her eyes. Its body had been split apart, its head hacked into four or five pieces, writhing on the ground with its last wails.

“Truly useless.”

A clear, cold voice rang out.

A soft hand slipped around Le Yi’s waist, carrying her straight toward the exit.

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