After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 10

Compared to a decade ago, the cloud-piercing peak of Tianxia Ravine had undergone earth-shattering transformations.

Surrounding the once-archaic and elegant palace, three magnificent new annexes now stood in all their glory.

Arranged in picturesque harmony, they stood like three brilliant pearls embedded into the landscape.

At the edge of the previously empty and desolate cliffside, a delicate, exquisite gazebo had also quietly materialized.

Featuring flying eaves, bucket arches, and intricately painted beams, the pavilion looked exceptionally refined.

Inside the gazebo sat a smooth, rounded stone table accompanied by four exquisitely carved round stools, radiating an aura of profound peace and tranquility.

At this moment, a compact teapot rested atop the stone table, wisps of hot steam coiling upward from its spout as it kept a pot of fragrant, steaming hot tea warmly brewed.

Bai Qiuluo sat with graceful posture upon one of the round stools, his expression detached and indifferent, a long white robe fluttering gently in the breeze.

Standing right beside him, Shen Wang maintained an air of effortless composure as he gracefully lifted the teapot, expertly filling a cup to the brim with steaming hot tea.

“Master, please have some tea.”

A respectful yet crisp voice rang out as a tall, handsome young man stepped before Bai Qiuluo.

Both hands reverently cupped a cup of steaming, fragrant tea, carefully holding it out toward him.

Subconsciously, Bai Qiuluo extended a hand, preparing to take the teacup.

Yet the instant his fingertips were about to brush against the rim of the cup, he jolted as though suddenly remembering something, abruptly freezing mid-motion and stiffening entirely in place.

The seemingly well-behaved, obedient eldest disciple standing right before him was, in reality, none other than an avatar of the Demon Venerable!

The moment this realization struck, a surge of tension and unease washed over Bai Qiuluo’s heart.

As is well known, the demon race has always prided themselves on their supreme arrogance, let alone this figure standing before him, who happened to be the illustrious Lord of the Demon Realm himself.

Yet he had spent a full decade comfortably allowing an avatar of the Demon Venerable to wait on him hand and foot. If the Demon Venerable’s true body ever decided to pay a personal visit, reckoning with him for past actions would likely be the very first order of business.

At this thought, Bai Qiuluo felt his scalp prickle with dread. Fortunately, his facial paralysis remained intact, leaving his exterior entirely devoid of expression and preventing anyone from catching a glimpse of the secret panic churning within.

Slowly, Bai Qiuluo withdrew the hand that had been reaching for the teacup. “Your master is not thirsty for the moment. You may set it down first.”

With that, he turned his head away, casting his gaze toward the cliffside beyond the gazebo.

Though anxiety currently weighed heavily upon his heart, he still found a shred of solace.

According to the progression of the plot, Shen Wang’s descent into the demonic path was an event slated for the middle-to-late stages of the story.

In other words, at least for the present moment, his precious little life shouldn’t be facing any catastrophic threats just yet.

Even so, he dared not let down his guard; after all, no one could predict how the future might ultimately unfold.

Shen Wang’s gaze gradually deepened. He understood Bai Qiuluo inside and out; even without hearing Bai Qiuluo’s inner voice at this moment, he could sense that something was amiss with his master.

Nearby, the male and female leads remained entirely oblivious to the undercurrents passing between the two. Su Yuanyuan spoke up with unconcealed excitement,

“Master, I also want to learn Master’s signature sword technique! Senior Brother used Master’s signature sword technique today to crush his opponent in a single stroke. I want to learn it too Master, please teach me~”

Su Yuanyuan cooed and acted coquettishly toward Bai Qiuluo. With Bai Qiuluo sitting bathed in sunlight with his sleeves spread wide against the backdrop of the light, he possessed a peerless, transcendent beauty that left people too awestruck to harbor any profane thoughts.

From Shen Wang’s vantage point, he could only catch Bai Qiuluo’s profile his profile resembled flawless white jade, with long eyelashes casting delicate shadows that lent his entire being an ethereal, snow-pure tranquility.

As Bai Qiuluo gazed out over the cliffside as though lost in thought, his aura of aloof detachment grew even more pronounced, creating the illusory impression that a single blink might cause him to vanish completely from sight.

“Master~”

Su Yuanyuan chimed in once more, snapping Bai Qiuluo out of his deep contemplation.

He turned his head toward Su Yuanyuan. His eyes possessed a striking, razor-sharp contrast of black and white, and his features were exquisitely chiseled like a masterwork sculpture possessing fierce sword-like brows, starlit eyes, ink-dark hair, and vermillion lips.

Yet his gaze remained profoundly heavy, making it impossible for anyone to fathom what thoughts lay churning beneath the surface.

“My signature sword technique is not suited for you. Your sword heart still requires tempering. Once the Sect Grand Tournament concludes, the three of you are to head to the Illusory Moon Valley.”

Illusory Moon Valley was a mystic realm restricted to entrants below the Golden Age stage.

This ancient mystic realm had been created by Fairy Yuehua, who had left behind a legacy known as the Yuehua Sword Art within the realm’s depths.

In the original text, the heroine had braved countless trials and tribulations, ultimately earning the recognition of Fairy Yuehua with the aid of the male lead to inherit the Yuehua Sword Art.

Simultaneously, the heroine achieved a breakthrough into the Golden Age stage within Illusory Moon Valley, which in turn resonated with the Tianyuan Sword sealed deep inside her body.

Even if Bai Qiuluo chose to ignore the system’s missions entirely, he only needed to follow the original storyline to naturally propel the plot forward and guide the male and female leads toward saving the world together.

Bai Qiuluo opted to skip the afternoon bouts of the Sect Grand Tournament, and all three disciples of Misty Peak swept their matches with resounding victories once again.

The grand tournament spanned a total of seven days, culminating on the final day in the showdown to determine the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Fan Chen’s run halted in the top three due to his mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, leaving the battle for first and second place to come down to a duel between Shen Wang and Su Yuanyuan.

Following the original plot, Su Yuanyuan was supposed to claim first place in the tournament, while Shen Wang would intentionally throw his matches to remain within the top ten in order to keep a low profile.

However, bound now by his master’s direct command to secure first place, Shen Wang found himself compelled to take the matter slightly more seriously.

“Senior Brother, please give it your absolute all! Do not hold back against me in the slightest!”

With a solemn and focused expression, Su Yuanyuan locked her bright eyes firmly onto Shen Wang standing before her.

After executing a graceful, flowing bow, she swiftly drew the longsword at her side, its blade radiating a piercing, silvery frost.

With a slight flick of her wrist, she slashed downward with her sword, instantly unleashing a blinding wave of freezing sword qi that screamed forward like lightning straight toward Shen Wang.

Well aware of how unfathomably powerful her Eldest Senior Brother really was, Su Yuanyuan held nothing back, immediately unleashing her most formidable sword technique right out of the gate.

She desperately hoped to leverage this strike to demonstrate her true strength and potential to her respected master in this contest.

Facing the incoming torrent of frost-laden sword qi, Shen Wang made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he mirrored her motion by lifting his longsword and slicing forward with a light stroke.

In an instant, an archaic, boundless aura unfurled from the blade this was unmistakably Bai Qiuluo’s signature sword technique.

For a moment, two razor-sharp torrents of sword light crossed and clashed in mid-air, erupting with a resonant, metallic clang.

Blow after blow traded hands as the two exchanged dozens of lightning-fast exchanges in the blink of an eye.

Yet as time dragged on, Su Yuanyuan gradually realized that attempting to defeat Shen Wang using only her current mastery of sword techniques was an utterly impossible task.

Drawing in a deep breath, she cleanly withdrew her longsword back to her chest. Fixing a solemn, cool gaze upon Shen Wang, she spoke in a measured tone:

“Eldest Senior Brother, my next strike will be my absolute strongest. Please be on your guard and handle it with care.”

The moment her words fell, Su Yuanyuan let out a low, crisp shout:

“Ice Phoenix Descends!”

Instantly, a colossal illusion of an ice phoenix radiating an endless, biting chill materialized out of thin air directly behind her.

The ice phoenix looked terrifyingly lifelike, as though possessed of genuine vitality, and the freezing aura radiating from its form was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

Accompanied by a piercing, triumphant cry, the ice phoenix illusion spread its massive wings wide, charging straight toward Shen Wang with an overwhelming, mountain-crushing momentum that seemed capable of freezing the surrounding air solid in its wake.

At this moment, Su Yuanyuan had poured every single ounce of her spiritual energy into this single blow, staking everything on forcing Shen Wang into a corner.