Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 34

Peach Blossom felt a vague sense of unease. “What brings you to visit the sect leader?”

“We heard that the Northern Kun Sect’s leader has captured the junior sister of the demoness Guan Fusha. We’ve come on behalf of the Righteous Alliance to request that he hand her over, so we can eradicate the Night God Sect in one fell swoop!” The Tianlun disciple, seeing Peach Blossom’s delicate and harmless appearance and swayed by her earlier story, harbored no suspicion and revealed their purpose outright.

“Junior Brother!” An Xianli snapped in reprimand, but it was already too late.

Peach Blossom’s heart raced. The situation had taken a turn she never anticipated. The four major righteous sects had formed an alliance so quickly and were already targeting her. If Guan Fusha recklessly came to rescue her, she would undoubtedly fall into their trap!

The Tianlun disciple under the tree shrank his neck, bewildered as to why he had been scolded by his senior brother without cause.

An Xianli shifted his gaze back to Peach Blossom, cupped his hands in a salute, and deliberately asked, “We’ve been talking for so long, yet I haven’t had the chance to ask for your name or which sect you belong to.”

“I…” Peach Blossom lowered her eyelids, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes. Seizing the moment while the two Tianlun disciples were off guard, she swiftly drew the long firewood branch tucked at her waist and launched an attack.

Startled by her sudden assault, the group panicked and instinctively retreated to evade. Peach Blossom bent low, channeling her inner energy to the tip of the branch, and swept a wave of sword energy toward them.

The two Tianlun disciples failed to dodge in time, taking the blow head-on. They let out muffled groans, collapsing to the ground with traces of blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

“Junior Brothers!” Seeing this, An Xianli leaped down from the tree, twisting his wrist to raise his sword, and thrust directly at Peach Blossom.

Peach Blossom was prepared. She dodged his attack with a swift sidestep and, while turning, secretly retrieved two porcelain shards she had hidden at her waist earlier. Taking advantage of An Xianli’s distraction, she hurled them at him as concealed weapons.

An Xianli hadn’t expected Peach Blossom to use hidden weapons. Though he reacted quickly and deflected one shard with his sword, the other struck his leg. He grunted in pain. Fortunately, the shards weren’t sharp, and the injury was merely superficial.

Peach Blossom had no intention of defeating An Xianli with those small porcelain shards. Seizing the moment he staggered from the hit, she lunged forward, gripping the branch tightly. Using the Flying Dragon Sword Technique she had rigorously practiced these past days, she deftly flicked the branch against the back of his hand, easily knocking his sword away. She then pointed the branch directly at his neck. “You’ve lost.”

An Xianli protested indignantly, “You ambushed me with hidden weapons! That’s no honorable victory!”

Peach Blossom rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you mention how three grown men were surrounding me earlier?”

“Well…” An Xianli faltered. “But my junior brothers didn’t attack you!”

Peach Blossom couldn’t be bothered to argue. “Tell me, when did the four major sects decide to crusade against the Night God Sect? What are your specific plans? How far have you progressed? Does the Night God Sect know about this?”

An Xianli looked at Peach Blossom and suddenly smiled. “If I’m not mistaken, you must be Guan Fusha’s junior sister, aren’t you?”

Peach Blossom’s gaze shifted, and she pushed the branch forward, pressing it firmly against An Xianli’s neck. “Do you think you’re in any position to ask me questions? Though this isn’t a sword, if I channel my inner energy into it, it can still harm you.”

“You have no intention of killing, which shows you must have a kind heart. If that’s the case, why degrade yourself by joining a heretical sect like the Night God Cult?” An Xianli noted that she had said “harm” rather than “kill,” proof enough that this young woman still had goodness in her heart and hadn’t been completely brainwashed by the cult’s followers.

“…”

Peach Blossom felt that talking to these so-called righteous sect members was utterly exasperating. Why did they always assume she must have been forced? Couldn’t she have joined the cult willingly? Couldn’t she have been tempted by the high salary, excellent benefits, and the powerful backing of the cult’s guardians?

“Young lady, lay down your blade and you may yet become a Buddha. Turn back before it’s too late. You still have a chance.” An Xianli continued to plead earnestly.

Seeing that she wouldn’t get any answers from An Xianli, Peach Blossom decided not to waste any more time. “My apologies for the offense, young master. Please forgive me.”

Using the branch as a makeshift sword, Peach Blossom struck An Xianli hard on the leg. He grunted in pain, unable to withstand the blow, and dropped to one knee. “Young lady…”

Tossing the branch aside, Peach Blossom made sure An Xianli couldn’t catch up before darting toward the back gate. She had to inform Guan Fusha as soon as possible. The four major righteous sects had formed an alliance to attack the Night God Cult!

But after only a few steps, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. She gasped and was forced to stop, leaning against a nearby tree for support. Glancing back at her shoulder, she saw a small dart embedded in it. Gritting her teeth, she pulled it out and threw it to the ground, her mind racing with alarm.

An Xianli was from the righteous path and would never stoop to such a cowardly ambush. It seemed there was someone else here, watching her closely.

Peach Blossom’s face gradually paled, a thin layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

With the enemy hidden and herself exposed, the situation was extremely unfavorable. There was no time to lose—she had to find Guan Fusha and warn her. Otherwise… otherwise…

Worried for Guan Fusha’s safety, Peach Blossom clenched her jaw and resolved to risk everything to break through. But after only two steps, the world began to spin around her, and everything in her vision grew increasingly blurry.

Damn it! That dart was poisoned…

Peach Blossom could hold on no longer. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Just before losing consciousness, she caught sight of a figure perched in a tree not far away.

Amid the lush green forest, that striking crimson stood out vividly. A figure she knew all too well.

When Peach Blossom awoke again, her hands and feet were tightly bound, just as before. The difference was that this time, she wasn’t in that small, dark room anymore, but in a relatively decent guest chamber.

She surveyed her surroundings. The room had only one door and no windows. Aside from a simple set of table and chairs and the bed she lay on, there was nothing else.

So the question is, who trapped her here—the Righteous Alliance or Yan Hong, who seems to have ulterior motives? With Yan Hong’s actions now and her ambiguous words in the interrogation hall last time, could it be that she genuinely intends to persuade Guan Fusha to defect? Because Peach Blossom refused to cooperate, Yan Hong feared she might expose her plans to Guan Fusha and decided to silence her? But that doesn’t make sense either—if Yan Hong wanted to eliminate her, she should have done it in the forest. Why go through all the trouble of capturing her?

Peach Blossom couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard she thought.

Damn it, ever since transmigrating, aside from Mo Tu jumping off a cliff, nothing has followed the original plot. Knowing the storyline is completely useless!

She waited and waited, but no one came in. Peach Blossom couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to take the initiative. Struggling to get off the bed, she steadied herself and hopped like a zombie to the door, shouting, “Is anyone out there?”

“…”

After a long silence with no response, Peach Blossom stubbornly called out again, “Is anyone there?”

This time, there was finally a reaction. Someone outside knocked forcefully on the door and snapped impatiently, “Stop making noise! Get back inside!”

Startled by the sudden voice, Peach Blossom nearly stumbled and fell.

Damn it! If she weren’t tied up right now, a minor character like this guarding the door would be taken down in seconds. Pah!

With that kind of attitude, it was clear the guard wouldn’t be willing to share any information. Peach Blossom had no choice but to obediently hop back to the bed and lie down.

Being a hostage is so boring. If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have tried to escape. At least at the North Kun Sect, there was the honest and simple Hu Hansan to chat with…

Peach Blossom rolled over, utterly bored, and began silently counting Guan Fusha in her mind. She didn’t know how many times she had counted before she gradually grew drowsy and, before long, actually fell asleep.

In her dream, Peach Blossom felt something on her face, tickling her uncomfortably. Hazily, she slowly opened her eyes and was startled to see someone sitting by her bedside. Instantly, all sleepiness vanished. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively let out a scream.

The person was quick and immediately covered Peach Blossom’s mouth with their hand, preventing any sound from escaping. “Shh, don’t scream. It’s me.”

Recognizing Yan Hong’s voice, Peach Blossom quickly mumbled “Mm-hmm” a few times, signaling for her to let go.

Yan Hong chuckled softly and withdrew her hand.

Peach Blossom looked at her in astonishment. “You’re… Yan Hong?”

“Mm~” Yan Hong drew out the syllable with a laugh. “What’s wrong, Guardian? Can’t you even recognize my voice anymore?”

“What exactly is going on?” Peach Blossom couldn’t help but ask. “Where am I? Did you capture me?”

“Mm… Guardian, don’t be so impatient.” Yan Hong twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and smiled. “I wonder if the Guardian would be interested in hearing a story from me?”

“Hear you tell a story?” Peach Blossom was baffled. At a critical moment like this, what’s with telling stories?!

Yan Hong didn’t care about Peach Blossom’s response and began speaking on her own. “Well, let me think. Perhaps everything should start from the Square Pavilion.”

Peach Blossom’s heart trembled. The Square Pavilion—wasn’t that where…

“That day, at the Square Pavilion, I happened to see a young girl disguised as a man inquiring about the Night Deity Sect, seemingly with the intention of joining. Coincidentally, not long before that, the Right Guardian and I had inadvertently discovered a traitor within the sect. Someone who was leaking the sect’s secrets while secretly using the Night Deity Sect’s name to collaborate with the Northern Kingdom’s Black Manor in smuggling operations. We wanted to expose this traitor but repeatedly failed, as if they were aware of all our actions. To address this, your senior sister came up with an excellent strategy: creating a diversion. We searched for a long time but couldn’t find a suitable candidate until I met that girl.”