After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 15

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Bai Qiuluo was left speechless. Following the conclusion of the Sect Grand Tournament, the male and female leads alongside the great villain officially set forth upon their journey through the plot.

Bidding farewell to their master, the trio descended the mountain in high spirits, soaring on their flying swords straight away from the Xuantian Sword Sect toward the Kuncheng marketplace.

“Senior Brother, this is the very first time I’ve ever left the mountain since I was born. I wonder if the outside world will be just as exciting as the stories in the romance books.”

Su Yuanyuan spoke with bubbling anticipation, sitting sideways astride the blade of her flying sword. Clad in a vibrant green dress that fluttered with the breeze, she possessed bright eyes, a brilliant smile, and a lively, adorable charm.

As she beamed and laughed softly, two rows of pristine, crystal-clear white teeth flashed into view, rendering her vermillion lips as pretty and charming as cherries while glistening with a soft, moist luster.

An undeniable air of intoxicating allure radiated from her entire being, dulling the beauty of green lotus blossoms and putting the legendary Xi Shi to shame, making her resemble a dazzling pearl glittering with transcendent, peerless splendor.

“I keep telling you to read fewer romance books. There’s no way the stories in trashy novels actually play out in real life.”

As he spoke, Fan Chen curled his index finger and gently flicked Su Yuanyuan right on the forehead.

Yet immediately afterward, with an expression of supreme indulgence, he retrieved several volumes of romance novels from his storage ring and handed them over.

“We still have a long way to go before we reach Kuncheng. You can read some of these first to pass the time.”

Observing this from the side, Shen Wang merely shook his head with an expression that conveyed he couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

“You’re the one who lectures her the most harshly, yet you’re also the one who spoils her the most.”

Maintaining the persona of a wind-and-moon-bright gentleman, Shen Wang stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he flew on his sword, robes fluttering and whites glowing purer than snow anyone who laid eyes upon him would instinctively praise him as a peerless scholar of the highest order.

“There’s nothing I can do about it…”

Fan Chen spread both hands in a gesture of helpless innocence.

“Who made Master dote on you as his eldest disciple the most? To keep Junior Sister’s heart from growing unbalanced, I’m left with no choice but to begrudgingly spoil her a little extra.”

Detecting the playful tease woven into Fan Chen’s words, Shen Wang could only let out a helpless, light chuckle.

“You’ve certainly grown a lot bolder lately, daring to tease both your senior brother and your master.”

Just as the group was chatting leisurely among themselves, frantic cries for help suddenly drifted up from the terrain below.

“Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother! It looks like there’s a young woman being hunted down and chased below us. As practitioners of the righteous path, we ought to uphold justice let’s hurry down and take a look!”

Taking the lead, Su Yuanyuan plunged downward without hesitation. Unable to properly gauge the direction, she crashed headlong into a dense thicket of trees.

The two young men immediately followed closely behind her, plunging into the forest as well.

“Help! Someone, save me!!!”

Catching sight of Su Yuanyuan appearing so abruptly out of nowhere, the fleeing young woman’s eyes instantly lit up as she scrambled frantically toward her.

“This Senior Sister, I beg you to save me! I am Song Ling’er, an inner sect disciple of the Ziyun Sect, and my master is Immortal Yaoyun. Senior Sister, please save me I will certainly repay this great kindness heavily in the future!”

In the cultivation world, only those who had attained the Fusion Realm were qualified to be addressed as an “Immortal.” The fleeing young woman deliberately dropped her background the moment she arrived, clearly carrying the intent to intimidate and deter her pursuers.

The innocent Su Yuanyuan completely failed to grasp the underlying weight of her words; at this stage of the story, the heroine was still nothing more than an inexperienced little fledgling.

Moreover, having been taken under the tutelage of Immortal Venerable Changheng, she practically enjoyed the status of an absolute darling pampered by everyone within the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Naturally, she didn’t pick up on the deterrent undertone in Song Ling’er’s plea. Su Yuanyuan slashed forward with her longsword, unleashing a rising swirl of chill as a layer of frost instantly crystallized across the ground in the wake of her sword qi.

The individuals hunting down Song Ling’er possessed cultivation at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, yet before Su Yuanyuan, they proved utterly worthless and fragile.

With a slight, graceful shift of her slender body, Su Yuanyuan unleashed a formidable, overwhelming surge of power that erupted instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of those men were blown violently backward like autumn leaves caught in a fierce gale.

Tracing long, sweeping arcs through the air, they crashed consecutively through dozens of towering, stout ancient trees.

Accompanied by a series of dull, heavy impacts, those ancient trees snapped and collapsed under the force, kicking up billowing clouds of dust and wood splinters that filled the clearing in a hazy, chaotic mess.

“Cough, cough…” A series of violent coughs broke through the dust and smoke as the bruised attackers struggled to prop themselves up, shakily clambering back to their feet from the ground.

Staring at Su Yuanyuan with faces contorted in terror and rage, one of them barked out a harsh, blustering threat:

“Little brat, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business! Do you have any idea who we are? We are disciples of the Heavenly Demonic Sect! If you dare lay a hand on us today, you will be making a mortal enemy of our entire Heavenly Demonic Sect.”

“When our Sect Master finds out about this, he will make sure you beg for death in vain, suffering a fate far worse than simply perishing!”

Upon hearing the three words “Heavenly Demonic Sect,” Su Yuanyuan’s willow-like brows arched slightly, a flicker of astonishment crossing her heart.

Initially, she had assumed this was merely an ordinary conflict triggered by competing over some mystic treasure or other material interests, which was why she had exercised restraint and held back a portion of her strength when striking, intending merely to repel the attackers.

However, she never imagined that these individuals before her belonged to the notoriously reviled Heavenly Demonic Sect.

At this realization, the chill within Su Yuanyuan’s bright eyes intensified manifold. She spoke in a voice sharp as ice:

“So you are the scum of the Heavenly Demonic Sect! The so-called Heavenly Demonic Sect isn’t it just a pack of shameless wretches who willingly degenerate and crawl as dogs to the Demon Realm? Scum like you deserve to be executed by all under heaven!”

Before her voice had even faded, a piercing, razor-sharp surge of sword intent abruptly erupted from Su Yuanyuan’s entire body.

Blinding brilliance flared from the longsword in her hand, transforming into a silvery dragon that bared its claws and lunged ferociously toward the men.

Simultaneously, thick, billowing plumes of black demonic energy began pouring uncontrollably from the bodies of those attackers, rendering their appearance eerily sinister and bizarre.

Faced with this spectacle, Su Yuanyuan didn’t hesitate for a split second, swinging her longsword forward with an unstoppable, crushing momentum.

A crisp, resounding chime of sword鸣 echoed through the firmaments, immediately followed by a series of agonizing, blood-curdling screams.

A short distance away, corpses littered the ground as Shen Wang and Fan Chen finally sauntered over at a leisurely pace.

A still-shaken Song Ling’er hid nearby, her gaze instantly locking onto Fan Chen as he approached, lighting up with sudden radiance.

“Brother Fan Chen, do you remember me? I’m Song Ling’er~”

The sweet, joyous voice of the young maiden rang out from close by as Song Ling’er lifted the hem of her goose-yellow skirt, stepping gracefully out from the cover of the woods.

Her figure possessed a graceful, willow-like poise and light-footed agility, while her flowing robes fluttered with ethereal elegance. Her dark hair cascaded like a cloud, framing features as picturesque as a painting.

Upon her charming face, a pair of bright eyes shone as clear and limpid as autumn water, matched by curved willow brows, vermillion lips, pearly teeth, and pink, blossom-flush cheeks—a breathtaking, captivating beauty.

“Brother Fan Chen~ I never imagined that even after more than a decade apart, you would undergo such a massive transformation.”

Stepping toward Fan Chen step by step, Song Ling’er wore a bright, coquettish smile upon her face.

“Back then, Brother Fan Chen was only half a head taller than me; I never expected that now I’d actually have to stand on tiptoe just to look up at you.”