After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 9

Shen Wang noticed Bai Qiuluo’s unusual behavior right away. A decade of living side by side had made him exceptionally familiar with every single action and gesture of Bai Qiuluo’s.

Even the slightest nuance in Bai Qiuluo’s expression was enough for him to deduce its meaning.

“Senior Brother, it’s my turn up next. You all have to cheer me on.”

Su Yuanyuan spoke suddenly, pulling Shen Wang’s attention back.

She beamed with a bright, radiant smile, looking like a carefree and innocent young lady from a prestigious family.

“I’m certain Junior Sister will take the match.”

Shen Wang flashed a gentle, polished smile, resembling an exemplary, reliable senior brother.

“Do your best, Junior Sister! I’m sure you’ll beat the opponent to a pulp.”

Fan Chen offered a wicked, unrestrained grin, revealing a sharp, pointed canine tooth.

Reaching out a hand, he unceremoniously ruffled Su Yuanyuan’s carefully combed hair.

Her neatly styled bun instantly messed up by his rough treatment, Su Yuanyuan puffed out her cheeks in annoyance and batted his hand away with a slap.

“Does Senior Brother not know that a young girl’s hair shouldn’t be messed up at random?!”

Hearing this, Fan Chen burst into loud laughter, even reaching out again with mischievous hands to tug at Su Yuanyuan’s small braids.

They were a textbook pair of bickering, lovable enemies who would ultimately cross paths and open their hearts to one another only after weathering countless perils and hardships.

Su Yuanyuan shot him an exasperated glare before stepping gracefully into the air to fly up onto the martial arena, her posture straight and proud.

The practice arena was a hub of surging voices and restless energy as disciples from every peak gathered here, their gazes collectively locked onto the slender yet upright figure in the center of the ring.

Clad in a light green dress that fluttered gracefully with the breeze, Su Yuanyuan gripped a clear-bladed longsword in her hand, the blade radiating a faint, chilling glint.

Her opponent was the chief disciple of the Crimson Flame Peak, possessing formidable cultivation and an imposing aura as vast as a rainbow.

After a brief moment of mutual standoff, the Crimson Flame Peak’s disciple made the first move, unleashing a torrent of fiery spiritual energy that seemed poised to swallow the entire arena whole.

Yet Su Yuanyuan maintained a calm, untroubled expression. Her footwork was as light and nimble as a swallow, and with a swift flash of her silhouette, she effortlessly sidestepped the blistering offensive.

With a flick of her wrist, she shook her longsword, unleashing a cascade of sword light like flowing water carrying a chilly, biting aura straight toward her opponent.

The clashing of sword light and roaring flames produced a sharp, metallic screech. Spectators outside the ring held their collective breath, terrified of missing even a fraction of a detail.

The Crimson Flame Peak disciple’s offensive grew increasingly fierce as his flames transformed into a colossal dragon, roaring as it charged directly at Su Yuanyuan.

Unflustered, Su Yuanyuan tapped lightly with the tip of her sword, sending an ice-blue surge of spiritual energy erupting from the blade that instantly froze the blazing fire dragon solid.

Immediately afterward, her figure darted forward like lightning, closing in on her opponent in the blink of an eye with her sword tip resting right against his throat.

“You lost.”

Su Yuanyuan’s voice sounded cool and resolute. Her sword tip trembled slightly, yet advanced not a fraction further.

At this moment, she carried more than a passing resemblance to Immortal Venerable Changheng her demeanor was aloof, ethereal, and unearthly, and the sword intent emanating from her blade was piercingly sharp.

The Crimson Flame Peak disciple’s complexion shifted slightly before he ultimately let out a long sigh, cupping his fists together in surrender.

A deafening roar of thunderous applause and cheers erupted instantly from the sidelines. Fan Chen cheered loudly on the spot, waving energetically toward Su Yuanyuan.

Su Yuanyuan withdrew her longsword and gave a slight, acknowledging nod. As her gaze swept across the crowd, a faint, lingering smile danced in her eyes.

She hadn’t brought shame upon Misty Peak; her opening battle had ended in total victory.

Up on the elevated dais, the Sect Master nodded approvingly, his eyes brimming with praise.

Although Junior Uncle’s temperament was somewhat aloof and detached, the disciples he trained up were all remarkably impressive.

Su Yuanyuan simply brushed lightly against her sleeve and turned to depart, her retreating figure maintaining the same cool, unyielding resolve as before.

It wasn’t until she stepped down from the martial arena that a look of unconcealed excitement finally bloomed across her face.

“Did you see that? I took down their chief disciple in just two moves. You should take notes and learn a thing or two.”

Su Yuanyuan delivered a resounding smack against Fan Chen’s back. A bright, beaming smile lit up Fan Chen’s eyes as he played along with complete cooperation.

“Yes, yes, yes. Our Misty Peak’s Junior Sister is simply the absolute best. Once Junior Sister makes her move, nobody in this world stands a chance against you.”

Up on the elevated observation seat, Bai Qiuluo quietly observed the bickering and bantering between the male and female leads.

Combining this with the steady, composed male lead and the cool, detached female lead from the original plot, he vaguely suspected that he might have inadvertently raised the protagonists wrong as well.

The male and female leads in the original book certainly hadn’t been this lively. While they were still a bickering pair, the male lead possessed a deeply shrewd and steady temperament,

while the female lead mirrored roughly thirty percent of her master’s persona aloof and indifferent to a fault.

It was precisely because neither of them possessed “functional mouths” that they had subsequently stumbled through numerous misunderstandings and hardships before finally coming together.

Host, stay calm. The romantic subplot between the male and female leads has zero connection to our mission; your sole objective is to stop the villain from destroying the world.

You keep going on about the villain destroying the world, Little A, but even if the Demon Realm invades the cultivation world, a total world destruction isn’t that simple to pull off, right?

Hearing Bai Qiuluo’s skeptical query, Little A casually tossed and cracked open a virtual, cyber-melon seed with a rhythmic tap-tap.

Oh, that part wasn’t written in the plot details. The villain wanted to ascend to the upper realm and become an immortal from within the cultivation world, but the World Will refused to permit it.

The demon race holds zero qualifications to attain immortality. Since the villain acquired the Tianyuan Sword, he attempted to forcibly snap the karmic shackles and ascend by brute force.

If a demonic entity ascends directly from the cultivation world, the realm will suffer a catastrophic backlash of overflowing demonic energy, causing everyone across the entire cultivation world to be assimilated into demons.

This minor world would collapse right along with it. In the original text, the male and female leads successfully prevented the villain from acquiring the Tianyuan Sword and joined forces to execute him, which is why this specific apocalyptic scenario never made it into the book.

Little A cracked its cyber-melon seeds with tremendous enthusiasm, its tone remaining flat and indifferent, as though the destruction or preservation of the villain’s world had nothing to do with it whatsoever.

So my entire mission boils down to just stopping the villain from getting his hands on the Tianyuan Sword, right?

Bai Qiuluo raised an eyebrow, feeling as though he had just stumbled upon a loophole to clear his mission with ease.

As long as Shen Wang was kept from acquiring the Tianyuan Sword, he wouldn’t be capable of forcing his way up to ascend into the immortal realm.

That is the general logic, yes. But according to my calculations, based on your current strength, you cannot defeat Shen Wang in a fight. If he is determined to seize the Tianyuan Sword, not a single soul in the entire cultivation world will be able to stand against him.

However, as long as you follow my calculated algorithms to complete the tasks, you can successfully thwart Shen Wang.

Of course, you can choose not to stop him either. What does the destruction of this trivial world matter to me anyway?

Listening to Little A’s calm, seed-crunching voice, Bai Qiuluo felt a wave of complicated emotions wash over him.

He couldn’t shake the distinct impression that his system was suffering from a severe case of world-weariness.

It exuded the unmistakable, suffocating aura of an overworked corporate wage slave:

I’m tired. Let everything just burn down already.

Little A, do systems have to punch a clock and go to work too?

Are you asking a rhetorical question? If I didn’t have to work, how on earth do you think you’d ever run into me in this minor world?

“…”

Speechless, Bai Qiuluo fell silent and stopped asking further questions.

He had a lingering premonition that if he kept probing, the system might genuinely throw its hands up and go on strike right then and there.

Amidst their internal exchange, Fan Chen also took to the stage and swiftly defeated his respective opponent.

With all three disciples of Misty Peak securing victories in their opening matches, the rest of the spectators were given a stark demonstration of the sheer caliber of Immortal Venerable Changheng’s disciples.

The Sect Grand Tournament was structured according to cultivation tiers, with each competitor participating in a maximum of two matches per day.

As the morning bouts drew to a close, the spectators were dismissed to rest and recuperate ahead of the afternoon matches.

Prompted by a reminder from the system, Bai Qiuluo stood up, his wide sleeves billowing as he tore open the fabric of the void with his disciples in tow, whisking them straight back to Tianxia Ravine.