After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 11

The colossal, overwhelming ice phoenix illusion rushed forward with a crushing momentum, its raw power reminiscent of a stampeding herd of ten thousand horses, striking terror into the hearts of all who beheld it.

By this point, Su Yuanyuan had already exhausted herself entirely from draining her own spiritual energy to execute such a massive technique, ultimately collapsing limply to the ground.

Yet, despite her exhaustion, her lovely eyes still gleamed with boundless anticipation as she stared fixedly in the direction of Shen Wang.

At that exact moment, Shen Wang calmly uttered just two words: “Gentle breeze.”

The instant his voice fell, a formidable aura abruptly surged outward from his body.

Immediately following this, he executed the second form of the sword manual.

In a fraction of a second, the entire world seemed to freeze solid, and time itself appeared to cease its flow.

The ice phoenix illusion, which had just been charging forward with a ferocious, bone-chilling momentum capable of freezing all creation, ground to an absolute halt right in mid-air, entirely unable to advance even a fraction of an inch further.

This seemingly unassuming and unpretentious sword technique possessed an inexpressible subtlety, carrying an air of effortless, untroubled serenity.

Following this, Shen Wang casually raised his longsword and flicked it forward with a light gesture. Instantly, wave after wave of ripples spread across the fabric of the void, resembling the concentric circles stirred by a pebble tossed onto the surface of a tranquil lake.

Yet the force contained within this seemingly gentle sword stroke was terrifying beyond measure.

The microsecond the tip of the blade brushed against the ice phoenix illusion, a crisp, shattering chime rang out through the air.

That colossal ice phoenix illusion evaporated and dispersed into nothingness in the blink of an eye, leaving behind not even a trace of its existence.

Finishing all of this with effortless grace, Shen Wang slowly withdrew his longsword, flashing a polite, gentle smile as he cupped his fists toward Su Yuanyuan. “Junior Sister, you flatter me.”

His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly to the ears of every single spectator present.

“Senior Brother, I lost.”

An expression of utter dejection crept across Su Yuanyuan’s face. Her most powerful technique had been neutralized so nonchalantly by her Eldest Senior Brother; it seemed she was destined to miss out on the championship of the Sect Grand Tournament.

“As expected of Immortal Venerable Changheng’s primary disciple, he wields this sword technique as effortlessly as moving his own fingers.”

“Immortal Venerable Changheng has truly found a worthy successor. Every single one of his three disciples is a phoenix among men and dragons among mortals.”

“Indeed, indeed. The three disciples have actually swept the top three places of the entire Sect Grand Tournament.”

High up on the spectator dais, various influential figures communicated via spiritual sense, showering the group with unsparing praise and admiration.

With first place decisively claimed, and following the customary procedures where the Sect Master bestowed the corresponding treasures and medicinal pills, the Sect Grand Tournament officially drew to its conclusion.

The three disciples of Misty Peak each flew back to Tianxia Ravine on their respective swords, returning to the perennial, unchanging isolation of their peak.

Influenced by Bai Qiuluo’s mutated ice spiritual root, the summit of Tianxia Ravine remained blanketed in unmelting snow year-round.

Shen Wang made his way directly to Bai Qiuluo’s dwelling, while Bai Qiuluo at that very moment was casually chatting with the system.

“With this Sect Grand Tournament, Shen Wang taking first place should be completely undisputed.”

That’s right, Host. It’s actually a bit of a shame, really. If you had failed the mission, I was quite looking forward to gifting the host with those silky, tender-smooth skin textures that drive men wild the moment they touch them.

Little A’s tone brimmed with heavy regret, giving the distinct impression that it was secretly rooting for Bai Qiuluo to fail the mission.

“…” ???

“What kind of decent system goes around constantly praying for its host to fail their missions?”

Me~

Little A replied with complete and unabashed shamelessness, crunching its cyber-melon seeds one after another, filling Bai Qiuluo’s mind with an incessant crunch-crunch-crunch soundtrack.

“Master, this disciple has not failed your expectations and has successfully captured first place in this Sect Grand Tournament. I wonder if Master has any reward to bestow upon me.”

Shen Wang approached with a leisurely, graceful stride, his slender silhouette upright and straight like a stalk of bamboo. Clad in a moon-white brocade robe tailored to absolute perfection, he cut a picturesque, peerless figure as he stepped closer, unmatched in his elegance.

His brows and eyes were as exquisite as a painting, his robes whiter than snow, and his eyes as bright as the stars. Beneath a pair of moderately arched, sword-like brows, his slender, slightly upturned eyes resembled rippling spring waters, warm and inviting like a gentle vernal breeze.

As Shen Wang gazed toward Bai Qiuluo, the corners of his lips curved upward into a soft, faint smile, and his peach-blossom eyes brimmed with deep, tender affection, sweeping across the room like a warm spring wind.

Had Bai Qiuluo not already read the original novel and discovered that Shen Wang was merely an avatar of the Demon Venerable,

he likely would have fallen hook, line, and sinker for this gentle, refined, scholarly persona.

After living side by side day and night for an entire decade, he had genuinely believed that he was the one who had molded the villain into such a mild-mannered, polite, and impeccably courteous individual.

Yet he never dreamed that this entire persona was nothing more than an elaborate facade orchestrated by Shen Wang.

This man possessed a terrifyingly flawless talent for acting, wrapping everyone in the palm of his hand while playing them for fools.

“Mn.”

In a foul mood, Bai Qiuluo offered an unenthusiastic, lukewarm grunt, his tone steeped in a thick layer of aloof detachment.

“What reward do you want?”

Hoping to prevent Shen Wang from noticing that anything was amiss, Bai Qiuluo quickly hardened his expression and tacked on the question.

Shen Wang lowered his head respectfully, though a deep, calculating gleam flashed through his eyes.

Ever since the day of the Sect Grand Tournament, he had sensed that something was off with Bai Qiuluo.

Following that, Bai Qiuluo had even used the grand tournament as an excuse to order him back to his own separate annex to cultivate properly.

For the past several days, he hadn’t been able to sleep holding his master in his arms, causing him an immense amount of unaccustomed restlessness.

Perhaps his master had already caught wind of something; otherwise, with Bai Qiuluo’s traditionally naive and simple temperament, he never would have turned down any of his requests.

Deciding to test the waters, Shen Wang slowly straightened his posture. A plain robe caught the spring sunlight, making him look as though wreathed in a layer of clear frost.

The jade pendant hanging at his waist radiated brilliant light, though it paled entirely in comparison to the profound clarity of his eyes this was precisely the first spiritual artifact Bai Qiuluo had ever gifted him.

Standing tall and coolly refined, his scholarly elegance did not detract from his striking manliness, and his gentle warmth possessed a composed, unyielding sharpness.

“Master, your disciple has already grown accustomed to falling asleep beside you. I wonder if I might request this as my reward: to move back here starting tonight and sleep by Master’s side once more.”

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Shock and anger surged simultaneously within Bai Qiuluo’s heart. He genuinely hadn’t expected the Demon Venerable before him to possess such shameless audacity, still plotting to transgress against him and share a bed.

Yet on second thought, the Demon Venerable had no way of knowing that he had already uncovered his true identity.

Even though Shen Wang doesn’t know that I’ve found out who he really is, I am still so mad.

However, in order to successfully stop Shen Wang, I still have to keep pretending that I’m completely in the dark.

Bai Qiuluo grumbled resentfully in his mind while casting a remarkably calm and composed gaze toward Shen Wang.

“Shen Wang, you are already eighteen years of age a young man grown. How can you still insist on sharing a bed with your master like a mere child?”

“In the past, your master was overly indulgent toward you out of pity for your rough and desolate upbringing. But now that you have grown up, you must learn to stand independently.”

All my heartfelt sincerity was fed to the dogs! To think I actually felt sorry for Shen Wang over the hardships of his youth, only to find out it was all a pack of fabricated lies he spun to deceive me.

Shen Wang’s eyes narrowed slightly. He had already caught both of these internal monologues loud and clear.

He was confident in his ability to keep his cover airtight; how on earth had Bai Qiuluo managed to discover his identity as the Demon Venerable?