After Transmigrating Into A Novel, I Provoked The Obsessive Female Lead - Chapter 4

Could it… possibly be?!

A profound sense of the absurd rose within Yan Zhu’s heart.

Could I have actually transmigrated into the novel that I wrote myself?!

The shock failed to subside for a long time, to the extent that when she spoke again, her voice was trembling.

“Do… do you know about the Lingyun Dao Sect?”

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it were about to burst out of her chest. Yan Zhu could not help but clutch her chest. Her gaze remained fixed on the young girl sitting on the stone bed, terrified that she would miss even the slightest change in the other person’s facial expression.

The answer to this question was far too important to her.

Seeming surprised, she watched the person raise an eyebrow. Then, she witnessed a flash of glaring disgust cross that face, which usually lacked any expression.

Song Wenqing’s lips curled up slightly, yet there was no smile in her eyes.

“I have heard of it.”

She spoke, her voice sounding much softer than before, resembling ice cubes wrapped in a layer of frosted sugar.

For some reason, Yan Zhu always felt that this casual sentence carried a hint of mockery. The thought merely flashed through her mind; she currently had no mental capacity to care about such details.

Yan Zhu’s entire mind and soul were occupied by the discovery, that she had genuinely transmigrated into the novel she wrote.

Countless thoughts instantly flashed through her head, surging and colliding in absolute chaos.

Deep within her bloodline, something was burning, restless, and surging without end. It urged her, instigated her, and seduced her to hurry up, ideally to do something right now, immediately, no matter what it was!

Yan Zhu raised her head to look at the sky, where a pure blue was unreservedly unfurled. There was not a single white cloud, only the sun reigning supreme in the very center.

She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the palpitation in her heart, while a smile inevitably crept up the corners of her lips thereafter.

Very well, truly very well.

Yan Zhu thought this to herself. Being able to come and experience the world of her own creation was truly wonderful. Even if she were to accidentally die, it would be a death gentle enough to make her want to weep.

The excitement failed to subside for a long time. When Yan Zhu spoke again, there seemed to be a smile in her tone.

“My culinary skills are quite decent, but I cannot handle a snake of this size.”

She looked at the corpse of the Black Brocade Python piled up like a small mountain at the cave entrance, recalling the world-building rules from her own book: Demonic beasts were divided into nine ranks, and this fellow was merely of the first rank, belonging to demonic beasts devoid of intelligence and possessing only beastly instincts, corresponding to the Qi Refining stage of cultivators.

“I am merely a mortal, devoid of spiritual energy.”

Yan Zhu deliberated before speaking the words she had brewed over for a long time.

She had originally intended to fabricate a background and origin for herself, but fearing that excessive speech might lead to flaws, she temporarily dismissed the thought.

Whether the figure sitting on the stone bed heard her or not, her posture did not change in the slightest, and her expression remained just as calm.

Just as Yan Zhu was hesitating over whether to speak again, she saw her move. Without knowing what technique was used, she merely saw a flash of white light, and the huge lump of the demonic beast’s body piled upon the ground instantly vanished without a trace.

Following that, the young girl simply asked, “Is it resolved?” Upon receiving an affirmative reply from her, she strode away straight out of the cave. She walked step by step with extreme steadiness, showing no signs whatsoever of visual impairment.

Yan Zhu followed closely behind all the way. Remembering that despite being unable to see, the other could determine the species of the demonic beast, she guessed that these feats were likely accomplished through the perception of spiritual energy, momentarily unable to stop marveling at the magic of the world she had written.

The two of them walked one after the other with tacit understanding, walking continuously for three days.

Three days was neither long nor short. Although it was insufficient for Song Wenqing’s injuries to improve significantly, it was enough for her spiritual energy to recover.

With spiritual energy recovered, many things could now be done.

Song Wenqing turned her head to look toward the front left. Amidst the hazy dimness, she could make out that slightly brighter light.

At that time, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the surroundings were completely tranquil, save for the subtle sound of firewood burning.

The figure squatting before the cluster of flames, attentively roasting meat, was reflected by the moonlight in Song Wenqing’s amber-colored pupils.

“You saved me, so I ought to repay you.”

She spoke somewhat abruptly and out of context, though she herself did not seem to care much about it.

When these words drifted into her ears along with the evening breeze, Yan Zhu was attentively dealing with her meal for the night.

The thick, plump meat was skewered on a tree branch and turned over repeatedly. Its skin had already been roasted until wrinkled, shrinking together to appear somewhat unsightly. From time to time, milky-white liquid hanging from the slightly scorched, irregular edges would drip down onto the blazing flames below due to the turning motion.

Yan Zhu sprinkled the accidentally discovered edible seasonings over it. A bizarre and rich fragrance burst forth in an instant, rushing eagerly toward the human taste buds.

Before she could spare the time to give a reply, the second half of the sentence followed closely behind.

“Is there anything you would like me to do for you?”

Crack,

The dusty tree branch was gnawed apart by the flames, and a red glow occasionally manifested at the fracture.

Yan Zhu’s heart was gently plucked, and thoughts uncontrollably bubbled up. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it again.

The flames subsided, a gust of wind rose, and they flared up once more, their bright light roasting her face until it was glowing red.

“There is indeed something.”

Though she thought she had mustered the courage to speak them aloud, her voice was trembling.

Yan Zhu pinched her own wrist, attempting to summon some composure through the pain. She felt she had not contributed anything helpful in terms of saving lives, and naturally did not deserve to receive a favor, which made her feel somewhat guilty at present.

However…

However, ever since she learned that this world was authored by her own hand, a certain idea refused to stop growing.

Go to the Lingyun Dao Sect and look for Song Wenqing.

The thought grew wildly in her heart like wild grass, squeezing out all other thoughts and leaving them no path to survival.

Over these past few days, she even dreamed in her sleep that she went to look for Song Wenqing, nearly turning it into an obsession.

Yan Zhu thought to herself that she had to find Song Wenqing.

Interaction was fine, and no interaction was fine. To be friends or to be strangers… anything would do; she simply wanted to catch a glimpse of her. She wanted to see the appearance of the silent friend she had unilaterally designated; she wanted to see a living, breathing Song Wenqing standing right before her eyes.

“Can you take me to the Lingyun Dao Sect?”

I want to see an old friend.

As her voice trailed off, the surrounding area fell into absolute silence. For a long, long time, there was only the sound of the flames devouring withered branches and dry leaves.

Yet, inexplicably, Yan Zhu knew that person would answer.

“Okay.”

The reply was so brief that it hardly sounded like a reply at all, resembling instead half a syllable squeezed out from the throat. It was abrupt and muffled, like an unprovoked sigh.

Yet Yan Zhu failed to notice any of this, as the stone in her heart finally dropped into place.

The moon in the night sky was extremely bright, illuminating the surrounding stars until they appeared dim and lackluster.

Many long and short lines had been drawn on the ground with a burnt iron stick, looking rather like random graffiti.

Yet those line segments maintained a certain spacing from one another, as if the artist had deliberately arranged them neatly, so that overall they actually formed several eccentric patterns.

“We are heading southwest.” Yan Zhu dropped the charcoal stick in her hand, and suddenly uttered another out-of-context sentence.

“The southwest brings great fortune.”

Below the Golden Core stage, one lacked the ability to fly on swords. After suffering severe injuries, Song Wenqing’s cultivation realm plummeted directly to the Qi Condensation stage, while the spiritual pills, magical artifacts, and even talismans within her spatial storage artifact had all been completely consumed at the time. The two of them had no choice but to rely entirely on walking to get across.

Fortunately, it did not take long. A few days later, just as their food supplies were nearly exhausted, they smoothly arrived at a small border town.

Both of them had changed into clean clothes. Song Wenqing wore a mask to conceal her appearance, while Yan Zhu used a cloth rope to simply tie back her hair.

Logically speaking, such eccentric attire on the road would certainly attract frequent stares, but Yan Zhu noticed that the people walking along this street were dressed even more strangely. It was not until they rested at an inn that night and she could not help asking Song Wenqing about it that her puzzlement was resolved.

Song Wenqing raised an eyebrow, not expecting this person to knock on her door in the middle of the night just to ask about this matter.

“Because…” She suddenly paused for a moment, casting a soundproofing spell around their surroundings. “Because this is the Western Continent.”

The Western Continent…

Yan Zhu widened her eyes as she recalled the world-building settings she had written in her text: This world was divided into five major continents, namely the Central Continent, Southern Continent, Northern Continent, Eastern Continent, and Western Continent.

Among them, the Central Continent possessed the largest land area, governed jointly by imperial dynasties and cultivators; the Southern Continent was separated from the mainland by the ocean and possessed few Daoist sects, hence the paths of cultivation pursued by people there were bizarre and varied, though the Southern Continent was prone to producing secret realms; the Northern Continent held a heavier emphasis on clan concepts, produced abundant spiritual stones, and most cultivators originated from prestigious aristocratic families; the Eastern Continent boasted the densest atmosphere of cultivation, the greatest number of immortal-cultivation sects, and tremendous strength, with the Lingyun Dao Sect, proclaimed as the righteous path’s number one, located right there.

As for the Western Continent, it was an utterly perilous territory. Although this place possessed scarce cultivation resources and rare human presence, it gathered nearly half of all demonic cultivation sects due to possessing the malevolent Qi specifically required by those practicing demonic arts.

Not only that, the seal of the Demon Realm in the Western Continent was the weakest.

Yan Zhu thought with a furrowed brow. However, this was information known only to her at present, as she had intentionally laid down foreshadowing when establishing the worldview at the beginning.

The story began with a grand war between immortals and demons, with the battlefield situated in the human realm located between the two realms. Very few people in the world now knew the outcome of that war; most of them were ancient, monster-like figures who often served as sect masters or elders of major sects.

They had personally experienced that era, witnessing predecessors die in battle and immortals fall. They knew that although the immortal realm currently appeared to have the upper hand, both sides had actually suffered mutual devastation. Even though the demons were sealed, the passage connecting the immortal realm to the mortal world had also been completely severed.

The impact of the Immortal-Demon War on the mortal world was multifaceted and profound.

The arrival of the Age of Dharma Decline was one of them. Spiritual energy was exhausted, the path from the mortal world to the immortal realm was jammed even tighter, and an increasing number of immortal cultivators were sapped to death right at the Mahayana stage, just a single step away from ascension.

Precisely because the righteous path was difficult to walk, many cultivators willingly entered the demonic path. The residual killing intent left in the world made their cultivation much smoother and allowed their realms to advance much faster. For a time, the forces of the demonic path flourished greatly.

Meanwhile, the forces of the righteous path gradually waned. During the immortal-heroic war, numerous sect leaders and elders died defending their sects, directly causing righteous sects to enter an era where the older generation withered before the new generation could mature.

Therefore, Song Wenqing, who achieved the Golden Core stage at the age of sixteen, commanded such formidable prestige in the outside world. The righteous path, having remained weak for many years, was utterly desperate for a genius to emerge. In particular, she was a genius who bore a striking resemblance to the founding patriarch of the Lingyun Dao Sect.

Song Wenqing…

At the thought of this name, a smile could not help but well up at the corners of Yan Zhu’s lips.

“I am coming to find you very soon. I yearn so much to see you immediately.”

She genuinely longed to witness what the deity she had created with her own hands looked like.