After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 5

Yue Xi rose and leaned over to look at her. The young girl froze for a few seconds, then quickly covered Yue Xi’s eyes.

“Not allowed to look.”

The corners of Yue Xi’s straight lips curved slightly. She asked, “Why?”

Why? There was no reason. She just didn’t want this half-baked Daoist cultivator looking at her!

Qing He rasped, “Stop asking so many questions!”

Yue Xi’s mind had some gaps she couldn’t piece together, but judging from the context, she could more or less guess what was going on.

The other party was treating her as a tool.

“What is it I’m supposed to do?”

The question stumped Qing He. Flustered and annoyed, she pulled Yue Xi close and threatened viciously: “Say one more word and I’ll rip your tongue out!”

Yet no matter how fierce her words were, when spoken in her husky voice, they came out like coquettish whining.

“Alright, alright, I won’t say it anymore. Come into my arms.”

Qing He released her hand, staring into her eyes for a long while. Yue Xi’s gaze was clear and pure, without the slightest greed.

The only desire within them was… her.

This caught Qing He completely off guard. She had never imagined that this human Daoist’s desire would actually be herself.

Was it merely because their skin had touched?

Did her desire change with time? At this moment it was her—later, after this special occasion passed, would it be someone else?

An overwhelming emotion suddenly surged in Qing He—she wanted this mortal.

For her, the dignified Demon Lord of Floating Jade Mountain, to claim a mortal was the easiest thing in the world.

Yue Xi felt uneasy under her gaze and asked, “What’s wrong with me?”

Qing He asked, “What’s your name?”

“Yue Xi,” she answered.

“Good.” Qing He looked at her, eyes like a god condescendingly surveying a human. “Yue Xi, do you wish to obtain supreme divine power and eternal life?”

Yue Xi thought for a moment. In truth, she would much rather return to the real world.

In this world, her fate was predetermined—she would meet the heroine, provoke her, and then be fed to evil spirits.

She wouldn’t survive three chapters.

Besides, she highly doubted the girl’s promise of eternal life. In the Gate of Life, the evil ghosts had said the same thing to trick her. So, was this girl also a ghost?

Unwilling to be fooled again, Yue Xi replied bluntly: “No, I don’t want it.”

Qing He frowned, her gaze toward Yue Xi shifting. How could anyone resist the temptation of immortality?

“Then what is it that you want?” she asked, suppressing her displeasure.

Yue Xi thought for a moment, then leaned in and said: “Can you cultivate into a human form? Be my Dao partner.”

Yue Xi wasn’t afraid she might be a ghost.

She could feel that the girl had never committed wanton slaughter; she was a ghost with a kind heart.

Since she had taken the girl’s innocence, she ought to take responsibility.

Qing He was stunned by her request, and after a long pause, she finally asked, “What did you just say?”

She almost ground her teeth as she said it. If not for the entangling poison draining her power, she might have snapped this audacious Daoist’s neck on the spot.

To think… she actually wanted the mighty Demon Lord to be her Dao companion!

Yue Xi only saw the adorable girl before her, naturally overlooking the clenched fists and displeased eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, even if you’re a ghost, I won’t despise you. We’ll figure it out together.”

Despise?

Qing He nearly exploded. Suddenly, the poison didn’t feel so unbearable anymore—she had to deal with this Daoist first.

“You…!”

…

A slap stunned Qing He. It took her a long while to recover, staring at Yue Xi in disbelief.

No one had ever dared to hit her before—not even her elder brother!

Humiliation burned alongside her fury, and before she could settle accounts with Yue Xi, tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks.

Yue Xi panicked instantly, hurriedly coaxing her: “Don’t cry, alright? I didn’t mean it.”

Qing He’s tears pattered down, but her eyes stayed stubborn, leaving Yue Xi both helpless and amused.

Yue Xi deftly pulled Qing He into her arms, her lips brushing lightly against the vine-shaped mark behind her ear.

Pressed against Yue Xi’s chest, Qing He felt the coolness of her skin, and it was as if every pore on her body opened up.

Yue Xi held her as if cradling a child.

…

In the courtyard, many peony petals had fallen in the wind. Up in the center’s great tree, a shadowy figure could be faintly seen.

Chen Wu had originally come after sensing Yue Xi was in danger, but just as she reached the courtyard, she heard strange noises.

So she stopped in her tracks, choosing to watch instead.

It had been countless years since she’d been touched by mortal affairs, and she never expected to see such a scene. Truly, keeping Yue Xi had been the right decision.

The tree’s branches were thick and leafy, providing an excellent view. But dawn was fast approaching, and she needed to avoid the first ray of morning light.

…

At dawn’s first glimmer, Chen Wu dissipated into a wisp of smoke.

A whole day passed. Yue Xi lay on the bed like a lifeless rag doll, face ashen, eyes tightly shut.

Qing He, by contrast, glowed with radiance, licking her lips with lingering satisfaction. She turned to glance at Yue Xi, eyes flickering.

A fine furnace—she would spare her life for now.

Just as she was about to leave, the ground suddenly shook violently. In an instant, the entire house crumbled into dust. Realizing the illusion was collapsing, her first instinct was to cast a protective barrier around Yue Xi.

Light and shadow swirled. In the blink of an eye, the scenery completely changed.

The courtyard looked the same as in the illusion—peony bushes, a waterside pavilion, a gazebo—men and women gathered together, none paying attention to their side.

Qing He immediately realized they had been pulled into someone else’s dreamscape.

Turning to Yue Xi, she saw that even here, the Daoist was in no better condition.

Her eyes were unfocused, her steps unsteady. When she noticed Qing He looking, her body trembled.

“There really isn’t a single drop left!”

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