Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 38

Guan Fusha’s hand caressed Taohua’s cheek, gently stroking it as a sharp pang of pain twisted in her heart. It had only been a few days since they last met, yet she had grown so much thinner.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

She settled Taohua on the ground, her eyes scanning her up and down. “Junior Sister, where are you injured? How serious is it?”

Leaning against the tree trunk, Taohua shook her head. “I’m fine, just some superficial wounds.”

“Superficial wounds?!” Guan Fusha’s expression darkened, a flicker of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes. “Did they torture you?”

“No, I just got hurt by accident.”

Before Taohua could finish, An Xianli’s furious shout cut her off. “Demon woman! Let her go!”

Drawing the long sword from his waist, An Xianli pointed the tip directly at Guan Fusha, his face filled with rage. “What do you think you’re doing to Miss Cui?”

Having finally gotten a chance to speak with her junior sister after so long, only to be rudely interrupted, Guan Fusha wore a displeased expression. She turned to An Xianli, narrowing her eyes as she assessed him.

Taohua’s heart trembled, and she held her breath, watching the two face each other.

This was it—the moment of fateful encounter between An Xianli and Guan Fusha!

“Who are you?” Guan Fusha broke the silence first, her gaze fixed on the sword in his hand, wary of a potential attack at any moment.

An Xianli, being an upright man, openly declared his identity. “An Xianli, head disciple of the Tianlun Sect.”

“Hmph, as a disciple of the prestigious Tianlun Sect, don’t you know the boundaries between men and women? How dare you hold my junior sister’s hand earlier!” Guan Fusha’s words dripped with sarcasm.

If she hadn’t been worried about hurting her junior sister earlier, she would have drawn her sword and cut this man down! Who did he think he was, daring to hold her junior sister’s hand without letting go? He had no sense of propriety or shame, yet he dared call himself a member of the righteous path!

“Th-this… earlier, I truly had no choice. I had to act out of necessity, which is why I offended Miss Cui.” Recalling the earlier incident and the lingering warmth in his hand, An Xianli’s handsome face flushed bright red, and he stumbled over his words.

But it was no wonder—An Xianli had entered the Tianlun Sect at a young age to devote himself to martial arts, rarely interacting with girls, let alone having physical contact.

Seeing An Xianli blush only fueled Guan Fusha’s anger. “Shameless! You call yourself a member of the righteous path, yet did your master not teach you the distinction between men and women? You have no sense of decency!”

Stung by Guan Fusha’s unjust accusation, An Xianli feared Taohua might misunderstand him and hurriedly explained, “Miss Cui, I am truly not that kind of dishonorable person.”

“Whether you are or not isn’t for you to decide with mere words,” Guan Fusha retorted coldly, her gaze icy.

An Xianli fell silent, rendered speechless by her words. After a long pause, as if resolving himself, he turned his intense gaze toward Taohua and declared, “In that case, I am willing to take responsibility for you, Miss Cui.”

“You…!” Guan Fusha was seething. How dare this man propose to her junior sister right in front of her?!

“Don’t even think about it!” As soon as the words left her mouth, Guan Fusha drew the sword from her waist, leaped forward lightly, and swung it fiercely toward An Xianli.

The moment her sword energy erupted, it stirred up a gust of wind, lifting dried leaves and gravel from the ground and sending them flying straight at An Xianli.

An Xianli calmly dodged Guan Fusha’s attack, leaped upward, and used the tree trunk as a foothold before thrusting his sword straight toward her.

Guan Fusha did not evade. Instead, she parried the strike with her own blade. The friction between the two sharp swords sparked a shower of sparks, followed by a harsh, grating sound.

“The Tianlun Sect is nothing more than this,” Guan Fusha remarked, pushing An Xianli back with a surge of strength before lightly leaping backward to maintain distance between them.

The sudden clash between the two left Taohua, who was sitting on the ground, utterly bewildered.

What in the world was going on? When the male and female leads meet, shouldn’t they be falling in love instead of suddenly fighting? And what about An Xianli’s earlier words… Could he have been proposing to her?! What kind of ridiculous plot twist was this? The story wasn’t supposed to go off the rails like this!

An Xianli was forced to retreat step by step under Guan Fusha’s relentless assault, only stopping when his back hit a tree. His expression grew grave. He hadn’t expected her sword aura to be so sharp—the Right Protector of the Night God Sect truly lived up to her reputation, far stronger than he had imagined.

“Hmph, don’t get too arrogant!” An Xianli adjusted his stance and launched another attack at Guan Fusha.

Guan Fusha had already anticipated his move. She feinted to evade his strike and immediately countered with a thrust of her own.

An Xianli dodged her attack, twisted his wrist, and swiftly executed another technique, shouting, “Take this!”

“Petty tricks.” Guan Fusha bent backward to avoid his sword, then flipped forward, delivering a powerful kick to his back.

Struck by the blow, An Xianli let out a muffled groan, stumbling forward before steadying himself with his sword like a crutch.

Seeing him sway unsteadily on the verge of collapse, Guan Fusha snorted coldly. Gathering her energy, she leaped lightly back to Taohua’s side and lifted her into her arms. “Junior Sister, let’s go.”

Taohua remained dumbfounded. Was the Tianlun Sect some kind of place where people could come and go as they pleased? Moreover, with all the commotion they had caused in the back mountains, why hadn’t a single Tianlun disciple come to investigate? The eerie silence was just too strange!

Just as she was about to voice her questions, Guan Fusha suddenly gathered her energy and leaped upward, using the tree trunks as stepping stones. In no time, they reached the treetops.

A wave of acrophobia washed over Taohua, her mind going completely blank. She forgot what she had intended to ask and instinctively clung tightly to Guan Fusha’s neck.

“Wait!” An Xianli immediately tried to give chase. However, as he attempted to circulate his inner energy, he felt as though his body had been drained. He lacked even the strength to stand, collapsing to his knees as a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.

Wiping the blood from his lips, he found it increasingly difficult to remain kneeling. Eventually, he could no longer hold on and collapsed entirely to the ground. Before his eyes closed, he slowly recalled every move and countermove from his fight with Guan Fusha. It was likely that she had poisoned him unnoticed during their exchange.

Watching the two figures disappear from his sight, An Xianli was overwhelmed with regret and humiliation. At the same time, he resolved firmly in his heart: he could not allow the kind Miss Cui to remain in that demonic sect. One day, he would personally rescue her!

After growing accustomed to the weightless sensation of the roaring wind sweeping past her, Taohua finally dared to slightly open her eyes. She saw An Xianli collapsed on the ground and couldn’t help but feel surprised. Just moments ago, when she had watched the two exchange blows, Guan Fusha had merely kicked him in the back surely that couldn’t have caused such severe injuries!

Noticing Taohua’s distraction, Guan Fusha asked, “Junior Sister, what are you looking at?”

“…Nothing, it’s nothing.” Taohua quietly averted her gaze. If Guan Fusha and An Xianli weren’t destined to walk the path of love, she had no desire to have too many interactions with that man. “By the way, Senior Sister, is it really alright for you to barge into the Tianlun Sect all by yourself?”