Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: The Tenth Day of Being an Evil Spirit

For a newly born ghost, the trio of Wen Xiaoliu, Xiaoqi, and Xiaoba were terrifyingly powerful entities; facing any one of them was no different from seeking death.

The only Ghost King capable of posing a threat to them had been dealt with by Qin Mian on the third day after awakening from its slumber.

Unlike the Xuanmen Administrative Bureau, which had to follow official procedures, Wen Xiaoliu and her sisters had no rules to obey. Combined with their innate ability to sense their own kind within a certain range, their operational efficiency was frightening.

The eight tasks assigned to each of them were all completed in less than fifteen hours. Had they not tried to subdue a particular ghost that had accidentally killed a few extra people, the process would have been even shorter.

If twenty-four tasks could be finished in fifteen hours, the remaining fifty-odd tasks could likely be handled within two days.

Wen Qingyun continued to pick out the most difficult ones, distributing black stones along with the assignments, requiring them to be completed within forty-eight hours.

Once her subordinates departed, Wen Qingyun followed the coordinates provided in the data to the vicinity of an inconspicuous ancient tomb to personally deal with a zombie that had tasted human blood.

When dealing with zombies, Wen Qingyun preferred physical methods.

Drawing the sword she had requested from Chu Yu—the very weapon that had once nearly split her in half—Wen Qingyun gripped it firmly. Five minutes later, the zombie was hacked into six pieces.

Wen Qingyun was a cautious person, a trait that became even more apparent when facing formidable foes. Even after the zombie’s aura had completely vanished, she didn’t forget to burn the remains to ash and let them scatter in the wind.

The rapid disappearance of tasks caught the attention of Qin Mian’s group and was also noticed by the Xuanmen Headquarters.

The Sect Leader knew of Wen Qingyun’s existence and had discovered through divination that she was closely linked to the “Person of Destiny,” Chu Yu. The life paths of the human and the ghost could no longer be described as merely intertwined; their futures were practically merging into one.

The Sect Leader couldn’t guess the reason for this outcome. However, he was pleased to see it, as this future differed drastically from the prophecies, representing a realm where anything was possible.

“Sect Leader, the relevant departments are applying pressure, demanding we train personnel as quickly as possible to protect public safety,” one of the elders reported upon entering.

Sect Leader: “Ignore them. Based on the frequency of abnormal movements in the seal, the power of the Great Demon’s resistance is weakening. That means the situation outside isn’t that bad—at least, no worse than before.”

“Sect Leader, according to our statistics, the total number of ghosts is indeed rising. Casualties caused by ghosts… are also increasing,” the elder frowned.

“That only means more deaths are being noticed by us, not that the total number of deaths is increasing,” the Sect Leader pointed out the crux of the matter.

“If a hundred people used to die every day, and only one died of non-scientific causes while the other ninety-nine died of accidents or illness… Now, perhaps only ninety-five people die a day. If five die of non-scientific causes, but the number of those dying from accidents and illness drops to ninety, doesn’t that mean from a grand perspective, five people were spared from accidents and survived?”

The elder was sharp and understood the Sect Leader’s point immediately.

“Most people don’t want to be tools manipulated by others; it doesn’t align with their pursuits. Especially lately, as the tasks grow heavier, our exhaustion is taken for granted by outsiders. No one likes doing thankless work.”

Sect Leader: “What about the small portion of people remaining?”

“They have strayed from their original intentions, eroded by power and greed. They lost their integrity long ago,” the elder said, though his tone lacked true disdain.

The pursuit of power and wealth is a deep-seated human flaw. Those people are used to being held high, becoming slaves to money and power by their own choice. It’s not a matter of nobility, just different pursuits. On another level, they are also protecting “ordinary people”—just specific, elite individuals.

“It’s human nature,” the Sect Leader remarked, then changed the subject. “What is Wen Qingyun’s current strength?”

“She has far surpassed an ordinary Ghost King. The number of ghosts gathering under her is increasing. If left unchecked, she might truly gain the faith of the ghost world and become a Ghost Emperor,” the elder said, a flicker of worry in his eyes.

A Ghost Emperor and a Ghost King were on entirely different levels. To deal with a Ghost King, a senior Taoist master or a few skilled novices working together would suffice. But for a Ghost Emperor, the entire strength of the Xuanmen would have to be mobilized for a life-and-death struggle.

“The power of the Great Demon is weakening while Wen Qingyun is growing stronger. Do you think this is a coincidence or an inevitability?” the Sect Leader asked.

The elder’s pupils constricted. “Does the Sect Leader mean… the power meant to be used by the Great Demon has been taken by Wen Qingyun?”

“Not necessarily ‘taken.’ Perhaps Heaven feels that rather than letting those powers be used by a Great Demon destined only for slaughter, it is better they be used by a ghost who can be reasoned with.”

Sect Leader: “You know Chu Yu and Wen Qingyun are getting closer, right?”

The elder nodded. “I know. Wen Qingyun is extraordinary; Chu Yu’s flesh and blood have no effect on her. I looked into it; it might be because their birth charts are too similar.”

The Sect Leader nodded slowly, proposing a hypothesis never before considered in the Xuanmen.

“We both know the destiny Chu Yu carries—she exists to seal the Great Demon. Is it possible that the ghost whose fate merges with Chu Yu’s was born to restrain that same Demon?”

“The ancient Great Demon was born from various evil and wicked thoughts. As long as humans exist, the Demon cannot be truly destroyed. The ancestors’ solution was to seal it and purge the world of monsters and ghosts to prevent the accumulation of yin and resentment energy, keeping it dormant forever.”

“But now, the volume of yin and resentment energy is too great to dissipate quickly, and the seal is loosening.”

The elder finally caught on. “The Sect Leader means… we let Wen Qingyun become a Ghost Emperor so she can absorb the yin and resentment, thereby restraining the Great Demon? Like a double insurance policy?”

The Sect Leader didn’t deny it. “Wen Qingyun’s methods are somewhat extreme, but she hasn’t attacked the innocent. If one must exist between a Great Demon and a Ghost Emperor, I believe the latter, who can communicate, is better.”

The elder didn’t take a side. Rationally, the Sect Leader was right. But reality forced them to consider other factors. Allowing a Ghost Emperor to be born—giving people an extra “advocate” after death…

While innocent ordinary people might welcome this, those who hold the power of discourse would certainly use everything they have to stop it. Just like someone with the power to veto chemical castration for rapists; if he were a rapist himself, why would he ever agree to a law that harms him?

“We’ll take it one step at a time. The torrent of progress cannot be stopped by a few individuals. We will continue to stabilize the situation while observing Wen Qingyun’s behavior,” the Sect Leader exhaled slowly. “I am going into seclusion for a while. If any problems arise, push the blame onto me.”

…

Seeing the cleared task list on her phone, Chu Yu couldn’t help but frown.

Could it be that she and her senior brothers and sisters were truly less useful than Wen Qingyun and her “little sisters”? Over eighty tasks—even if they worked day and night, it would take at least seven days, provided all intelligence was accurate.

“How is it?” Wen Qingyun sat on the sofa with her legs crossed in a relaxed posture.

“No problem. What do you need me to do?” Chu Yu exited the app, prepared to fulfill her end of the bargain.

The smile on Wen Qingyun’s face deepened, and the playfulness in her eyes was no longer hidden. “I want you to go take a bath now. Clean yourself up well.”

Chu Yu’s heart tightened, her hands subconsciously clenching. “Alright, I understand. Give me half an hour.”

It was a pact. Wen Qingyun had done what she asked, so until a new task was assigned, Chu Yu had to fulfill her requirements.

Chu Yu didn’t waste time in the bath; she even used magic to dry her hair rather than wasting time with a blow dryer.

Seeing Chu Yu wearing only her pajamas, Wen Qingyun uncrossed her legs and sat up straight.

“Lock the door,” Wen Qingyun commanded.

Chu Yu obeyed. With a click, the door was locked.

“The light is too bright. Change it to a warm tone,” Wen Qingyun continued.

Chu Yu complied. The white light turned into a soft, warm yellow, instantly casting an ambiguous atmosphere over the room.

“Are you wearing clothes under the pajamas?” Wen Qingyun asked.

Chu Yu nodded. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she had her underwear on.

Wen Qingyun narrowed her eyes slightly and hooked her finger toward Chu Yu. “Come here.”

The hands at Chu Yu’s sides tightened involuntarily as she walked to Wen Qingyun’s side in her slippers.

Wen Qingyun smiled. “Lean down~”

Chu Yu obeyed again. As she leaned, her ink-black hair slid forward, landing right in Wen Qingyun’s outstretched hand.

Wen Qingyun twirled the strands around her fingertips. Her smile made it impossible for Chu Yu to guess her intentions.

“What do you think I’m going to make you do?” Wen Qingyun asked. She was pleased with Chu Yu’s submission, and her mischievous urge to tease her was bubbling up.

“I don’t know, but you will definitely drink my blood,” Chu Yu said, her warm breath brushing against Wen Qingyun’s face.

“Congratulations, you got it right~” Wen Qingyun released the hair and instead grabbed Chu Yu’s collar, pulling her down until she could press her lips against Chu Yu’s.

Chu Yu’s eyes widened. She had mentally prepared herself, but now that the unlikely scenario was actually happening, she still found it difficult to process. If Wen Qingyun had bitten her neck, she would have found it logical. But Wen Qingyun was biting her lips—cool lips pressed against her, followed by a tongue with a temperature vastly different from her own mouth.

The low temperature made the roof of her mouth more sensitive. With a few casual sweeps of that cold tongue, Chu Yu gripped the sofa so hard her knuckles turned white.

Wen Qingyun was a ghost; she didn’t need to breathe. Thus, she held absolute dominance in the kiss, not stopping until Chu Yu grew weak from lack of air.

Pulling the almost unresisting Chu Yu into her arms, Wen Qingyun traced the contours of her face with her fingertips, admiring her like a precious treasure. Such a direct gaze made Chu Yu uncomfortable; she instinctively averted her eyes.

“Look at me,” Wen Qingyun said, pinching Chu Yu’s chin to force eye contact.

Chu Yu had no choice but to look into those playful eyes.

“Do you feel wronged?” Wen Qingyun asked.

“Why should I?” Chu Yu countered.

“Are you resisting, then?” Wen Qingyun changed the question.

Chu Yu pursed her lips and spoke truthfully. “A little.”

Wen Qingyun chuckled. “For your honesty, I’ll give you a choice. Do you want me to bite you for blood, or do you want me to use your body to satisfy my desires?”

Chu Yu: “…”

If possible, Chu Yu didn’t want to choose either. But if she had to, being bitten for blood seemed better. Yet, was Wen Qingyun truly that kind? Would she really change her plans based on Chu Yu’s choice?

Likely, if she chose the blood-sucking, she would face the same choice the next day until she was too weak to provide any. Conversely, if she chose to satisfy her “desire,” Wen Qingyun would undoubtedly say that eating was also a form of desire.

It wasn’t a choice; it was just choosing the order of events.

“What’s wrong? Don’t know how to choose? Want me to help?” Wen Qingyun let go of her chin and stared at her slightly swollen lips.

“The choice you’re giving me is just the order of operations, isn’t it?” Chu Yu said. Her voice was certain.

Wen Qingyun arched an eyebrow, her surprise brief before her smile widened. “It seems you know me well? You actually guessed?”

“So, how will you choose?” Wen Qingyun’s eyes crinkled.

This was more like it. Obedience was fine, but having her own thoughts and persistence made the conquest more satisfying.

Chu Yu didn’t speak. If it was about the order, then starting with what gave her an advantage was better. Otherwise, if she were weakened by blood loss before facing a high-spirited Wen Qingyun, she wouldn’t have any strength left to resist.

Chu Yu took the initiative and kissed her. She had never kissed anyone before, so her technique was raw, merely mimicking Wen Qingyun’s previous actions—a head-on collision.

Given Wen Qingyun’s power, she could have perfectly disguised herself as a living person with warmth, breath, and a heartbeat. But she didn’t like doing that. She was dead; her body had been turned to ash. Her current form was just a shell reconstructed with power.

She deliberately kept the traits that distinguished her from the living, which made Chu Yu shiver when she was stripped and pressed onto the bed.

At this moment, the skin touching her wasn’t human; it was a ghost. The one controlling her desires, making her groan, wasn’t of her own kind.

Wen Qingyun’s fingers were a constant ten-some degrees Celsius. No matter how soft or warm the place they touched, they wouldn’t warm up. Yet, in some ways, Wen Qingyun’s body was too similar to a living person—at least, when Chu Yu followed her instructions to please her, she could feel the moisture on her fingertips.

…

Supernatural events continued to occur, but in Wen Qingyun’s territory, evil ghosts rarely lasted twelve hours. Especially those who had taken human lives; unless they fled immediately, they would be obliterated within two hours, without even a chance to experience the eighteen levels of hell.

As her ghostly followers grew, Wen Qingyun’s territory expanded. Meanwhile, Chu Yu’s bureau received more tasks due to their outstanding performance. It wasn’t just local tasks; assignments from neighboring provinces and cities began to pile up.

There were two reasons for this: first, the higher-ups saw them as efficient “capable workers”; second, more and more Xuanmen disciples were refusing to comply with management, using various excuses to avoid missions.

They didn’t openly clash with the big shots but found unassailable excuses: injuries needing rest, spiritual backlashes, or—most commonly—needing to enter seclusion to break through their cultivation levels to handle the “worsening situation.”

Through these excuses, a significant number of people completely slipped from control. As for those with low status and no powerful masters to back them, they simply slowed down their work. They prioritized minor ghosts over vengeful spirits—like the one where an employee hung herself in red clothes at her workstation to haunt a cruel boss.

If they couldn’t even finish normal ghost-catching tasks, no one was going to follow the “brainstormed” decisions of the top brass, such as training disciples only to send them out as scapegoats once they reached a basic level.

By the time Wen Qingyun’s direct subordinates reached “Wen Thirteen,” the first obituary appeared on the front pages of major news outlets. A former official of a certain department died unexpectedly during routine work, failing to survive emergency treatment.

An obituary significant enough for the front page meant the person held considerable weight. Perhaps because the situation began to threaten their own safety, or because ghosts appeared that even powerful masters couldn’t handle, or perhaps some people had a sudden epiphany to practice the slogans they had always preached.

In December, one meeting followed another. Many controversial laws began passing through drafts at lightning speed, set to be implemented on January 1st of the following year. Along with this came fines for many enterprises and the removal of corrupt officials for investigation.

From these actions, it was clear the upper levels weren’t entirely unprepared; it was just that those with “correct beliefs” had been waiting for their opportunity. The current chaos gave them the chance to act and push further.

The reforms were much faster than expected, even leaving Wen Qingyun amazed. “Such development makes me suspect that the previous conflicts were intentionally allowed to escalate.”

Wen Qingyun sighed to her system while lying on the sofa, enjoying a full-body massage from Chu Yu.

[Based on big data calculations, there have always been sober individuals at the top. The Host’s actions have inadvertently helped them a great deal.]

“At this rate, in less than three years, most people will have accepted the various new regulations.”

[Theoretically, three to five years can see them through what they call the ‘painful transition period.’]

[However, theory is beautiful, while reality is cruel. Deep-rooted concepts cannot be changed overnight. At best, it’s a better start.]

Wen Qingyun didn’t argue. Who could say otherwise? Right now, people at the top see the masses and the oppressed women. But once they are eroded by supreme power and surrounded by interest groups, will they repeat the same mistakes?

Furthermore, they were just turning slogans into black-and-white laws; how much would actually be implemented was another story. After all, the law never dictated that children must take their father’s surname, yet that didn’t stop the vast majority from assuming the right to the surname belonged to the male side—that is the power of habit and so-called tradition.

“Chu Yu,” Wen Qingyun suddenly said.

Chu Yu stopped her movements. “What is it? Is my pressure too heavy?”

“Do you know about the Ancient Great Demon?” Wen Qingyun asked.

“I do.” Chu Yu’s gaze fell on Wen Qingyun as she asked tentatively, “Why the sudden question? Are you planning something?”

Wen Qingyun: “Is the seal on the Demon okay? Will it suddenly jump out one day and say it wants to rule the world?”

Such a flighty question made Chu Yu think. “According to records, the Demon broke the seal once. Back then, it was just a clone, yet it caused millions of deaths.”

“With today’s population being much larger than a thousand years ago, even a clone breaking out would result in casualties far exceeding three million.”

Chu Yu paused. “The Demon has no desire to rule the world. It only knows slaughter and destruction. Ancient texts suggest it cannot be reasoned with. If the main body breaks the seal, it would be nothing short of an apocalypse for almost all living beings.”

“In the Demon’s eyes, ghosts are also a form of life; it kills indiscriminately,” Chu Yu added. She watched Wen Qingyun’s reaction closely, fearing she might have some terrifying ideas.

“You look a bit scared. Worried I’ll tamper with the seal?” Wen Qingyun sat up and pulled Chu Yu by her collar, their noses almost touching.

“Yes, I am worried,” Chu Yu admitted. “Awakening the Demon isn’t something a few people can do, but if it’s you… if you brought your subordinates and their subordinates, it’s possible.”

“Mm-hmm? Should I thank you for recognizing my strength?” Wen Qingyun smirked.

“If you want to think of it that way,” Chu Yu tried to pull back, attempting to create distance.

Wen Qingyun didn’t let go. The more Chu Yu backed away, the more she pulled her into her embrace. After a lingering kiss, Wen Qingyun went with the flow and carried her into the bathroom.

Since Chu Yu acknowledged her strength, she should let her experience it firsthand!

Taking advantage of the reforms, various stores and platforms were holding sales. Wen Qingyun had joined in the fun, purchasing some “interesting little gadgets.” Those packages were still in her storage space—no time like the present to let them serve their purpose!