Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 33

Peach Blossom paused for a moment, then offered a half-truthful explanation: “My parents forced me to marry someone I didn’t want to, so I ran away from home to escape the marriage. On the way, I accidentally got injured, and Senior Sister not only bandaged my wounds but also brought me back to the Night God Sect to recover and taught me martial arts. Senior Sister is truly a good person!”

Unexpectedly, their acquaintance had unfolded under such circumstances. Hu Hansan was also taken aback. It didn’t sound like Guan Fusha was a bad person, did it? No, no—that woman had caused his junior brother’s death and forced him to jump off a cliff. How could she possibly be a good person? This had to be a conspiracy!

Hu Hansan snorted coldly, “The Night God Sect is notorious in the martial world, and everyone wants to see it destroyed. Guan Fusha even caused my junior brother’s death. How could she be a good person? Little girl, you’re too naive. You’ve definitely been deceived by her!”

Peach Blossom rolled her eyes inwardly but pretended to look confused. “But why would Senior Sister deceive me? What benefit would she gain from bringing me back to the sect?”

“Well…” Hu Hansan was momentarily speechless. “Maybe she’s taken a liking to your beauty. Those demonic sect members are all despicable and shameless. How would I know what they’re thinking?”

Peach Blossom: “…”

Guan Fusha taking a liking to her beauty? She might as well just look in the mirror herself!

Seeing that Peach Blossom had finished eating, Hu Hansan began packing the bowls and plates back into the food box. He then tied Peach Blossom up again, unsealed her acupoints, and said, “Little girl, I’m sorry you’ll have to stay here for a few days. Once we’ve dealt with that wicked flower, Guan Fusha, I’ll plead with the sect leader to release you.”

Peach Blossom no longer felt like wasting words on him. She had no idea where his inexplicable confidence came from. With Guan Fusha’s protagonist-level plot armor, someone like him would probably just end up as cannon fodder.

Thinking about avenging his junior brother, Hu Hansan whistled cheerfully, slung the food box over his shoulder, and said, “I’m off, little girl~”

Peach Blossom glanced at his retreating back and deliberately remained silent. She leaned back against the abandoned stove, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep. Only when she heard the door lock and the footsteps fade away did she suddenly open her eyes. Struggling, she used her foot to kick out the spoon she had hidden under her skirt.

Earlier, while Hu Hansan wasn’t paying attention, she had secretly taken a porcelain spoon and hidden it under her skirt. Luckily, when he cleared the dishes, he hadn’t noticed one was missing, or her plan would have been exposed.

Peach Blossom picked up the spoon, wrapped it tightly in her skirt, and smashed it against the stove. It broke into two pieces with little noise. She picked up the handle fragment, held it firmly, and began rubbing the sharp edge against the rope binding her hands.

After a long while, she finally managed to cut through the rope, though her wrists were bruised from the struggle. Shaking her numb hands, she quickly untied the ropes around her feet.

She glanced down at the wound on her arm. The white bandage showed no trace of blood, indicating that the wound was slowly healing. It seemed she had been unconscious for quite some time.

Rubbing her numb legs, Peach Blossom crouched low and crept toward the window. After confirming through the cracks that no one was around, she dared to stand up straight.

She placed the broken porcelain spoon into the small pouch at her waist, then selected three firewood branches roughly the length of a sword from the woodpile and tucked them into her belt. After scanning the woodshed one last time to confirm there was nothing else of use, Peach Blossom dismantled the dilapidated window and escaped.

The North Kun Sect was a renowned orthodox school, unlike the sinister Night God Cult, and thus had no dungeon for confining prisoners. That was why she had been locked in the woodshed.

Near the woodshed, there was bound to be a kitchen, and near the kitchen, there would inevitably be a back gate for transporting ingredients and waste especially in such a prominent household.

Before long, Peach Blossom came across a dense forest. If her guess was correct, this should be the back hill, and the rear gate couldn’t be far away.

Taking a deep breath, Peach Blossom concentrated her inner energy into her feet and leaped upward. Though she wobbled several times mid-air, she managed to cling to the tree trunk and land safely on a sturdy branch.

Phew! If she hadn’t reacted quickly enough to grab onto the tree, she would’ve surely ended up as smashed as spaghetti!

Patting her frightened little heart, Peach Blossom resolved to master qinggong. Even if next time she wasn’t kidnapped but chased by assassins, she could still run back to cling to Guan Fusha—her reliable lifeline.

Hugging the tree trunk tightly, she shakily stood up to survey her surroundings. Sure enough, not far away stood a house with smoke curling from its chimney, and beside it were two wide-open gates, likely the back entrance.

Just as she was about to climb down after confirming the direction, Peach Blossom suddenly heard the metallic rasp of a sword being drawn behind her. Thanks to her recent training, she recognized the sound instantly.

Without even time to glance back, Peach Blossom swiftly shifted, pressing her back against the tree trunk and leaping to another branch. Only then did she get a clear view of her attacker.

It was a handsome young man in blue robes, seemingly a few years older than her. He held a sharp longsword, his lips pressed tightly together as he watched her every move.

Just then, two other young men, also dressed in blue, arrived belatedly. One of them, panting heavily, addressed the first man, “Eldest Senior Brother, why did you run so fast? You didn’t even wait for us.”

Ignoring the question, the man referred to as “Eldest Senior Brother” instead demanded of Peach Blossom, “Who are you, miss? Do you know this is the territory of the North Kun Sect? How dare you sneak in so casually?”

Peach Blossom looked him over and found he matched the original text’s description of the male lead perfectly. She countered, “And who are you? An Xianli, the head disciple of the Tianlun Sect?”

The Tianlun disciples below the tree stared at her in astonishment. One exclaimed, “Huh? How do you know Senior Brother’s identity? Do you two know each other?”

“…”

It’s not the god-like opponents you need to fear, but the pig-like teammates.

Peach Blossom was also taken aback. She hadn’t expected An Xianli to appear at the North Kun Sect. Why? Logically, if no North Kun disciples had been captured, the sect leader wouldn’t have sought help from the Tianlun Sect. An Xianli shouldn’t be here!

The righteous sects stood united. If her identity were exposed, An Xianli would undoubtedly return her to the North Kun Sect.

Having made up her mind, Peach Blossom clasped her hands respectfully toward An Xianli, feigning a heartbroken expression. “Young Master An, to be honest… I have always secretly admired Young Master Mo. ‘Unless the mountains crumble and the heavens meet the earth, I dare not part from you.’ Even though he has been gone for so long, I still cannot let him go. I often find myself visiting the places he once lived, as if he were still by my side…”

At this point, Peach Blossom deliberately covered her face with her sleeve, letting out a few choked sobs and occasionally trembling her shoulders, pretending to weep bitterly.

“Oh heavens, how could there be such a devoted young lady in this world…” The Tianlun disciple under the tree was deeply moved by Peach Blossom’s words, nearly biting his own sleeve as he fought back tears.

Peach Blossom sighed inwardly. Even after all these years, the masterpieces of Qiong Yao still had the power to move people to tears!

An Xianli was half-convinced and half-skeptical. He had never seen this young lady before, so she likely wasn’t from the righteous faction. But if she were an ordinary person, how would she know martial arts? He carefully observed her and noticed bruises on both of her wrists. His eyes flickered with suspicion as he asked, “As it happens, we are also heading to Young Master Mo’s residence. Would you be so kind as to lead the way for us?”

“This…” Peach Blossom hesitated, not expecting An Xianli to make such a request. Her mind raced, and she deliberately put on a distrustful expression, turning the tables by questioning him, “You’re from the Tianlun Sect. Why would you want to go to Young Master Mo’s room? What are your intentions? Besides, this is the back mountain of the Beikun Sect. Don’t you think it’s highly inappropriate for you to be here?!”

The Tianlun disciple under the tree, hearing this, hurriedly explained to Peach Blossom, “Please don’t misunderstand, young lady. We mean no harm. The Tianlun Sect and the Beikun Sect have always been on good terms. In fact, we are here today under our sect leader’s orders, specifically to pay a visit to the Beikun Sect leader.”