How Can I Make The Evil God Stop Secretly Loving Me - Chapter 4

Xing Chun noticed the atmosphere between the two of them seemed off. Clutching her broom, she hurriedly beat a retreat, scurrying back to her small cottage.

With no one left around, Li Fuxue straightened her back. The interrogative pressure from moments ago vanished, replaced by a reaching hand to pull Xu Qingran up.

“Only a few days apart, and you’ve become quite the actress,” Li Fuxue teased, her tone thick with amusement as she supported Xu Qingran toward the house.

Snow clung to Li Fuxue’s long eyelashes. Xu Qingran could not detect a single trace of spiritual energy on her, yet she wondered how this woman could walk so freely through Hanyu Ridge a place saturated with spiritual power and guarded by various defensive arrays.

Li Fuxue didn’t seem to mind the scrutiny, allowing Xu Qingran to stare openly. Only when Xu Qingran finally averted her gaze did Li Fuxue lower her head with a playful smile: “What, still curious about who I am?”

Xu Qingran felt her face flush. Ignoring her, she tugged her sleeve back and pushed open the wooden door to the Yinshan Courtyard.

Inside, it was as warm as spring. The charcoal fire crackled occasionally, while outside, only the faint sound of falling snow remained. It was unnervingly quiet.

In truth, this was what Hanyu Ridge usually felt like.

She wondered why everything had changed the moment Yu Qingyan arrived. Is it necessary to lower everyone’s intelligence just to highlight the female lead?

Xu Qingran sat down at the pearwood table. The tea Xing Chun had prepared was boiling, its bubbling sound adding a touch of domestic warmth to the room.

Li Fuxue paced the room. It wasn’t small, but Xu Qingran had organized it into several distinct, orderly zones. One wall was lined with medicinal salves like Golden Sore Ointment, while another was filled with weapons and blades.

“Your little room doesn’t show a single trace of a cultivation seeker,” Li Fuxue remarked as she sat opposite Xu Qingran, reaching out to take the teacup Xu Qingran had just sipped from.

“That’s my…” Xu Qingran’s ears turned red. For the past twenty years, she had mostly kept to herself; the latter half of her previous life had been spent fighting the female lead over a man.

That man was the eldest disciple, Lu Ming someone who, despite spending every day flirting with the female lead, could still become a powerful master thanks to his extraordinary innate talent.

Just thinking about it gave Xu Qingran a headache; it felt like her most embarrassing, shameful history.

Unaware of Xu Qingran’s internal turmoil, Li Fuxue simply smiled and finished her sentence: “The one you drank from? I know.”

Xu Qingran’s ears began to burn. She truly did not know how to interact with others, and what Xing Chun said about her not liking to be touched was true.

Yet, Li Fuxue was using her cup, and instead of feeling offended, Xu Qingran felt…

Just as she reached up to touch her ear, Li Fuxue beat her to it. Her slender, cool fingertips brushed against Xu Qingran’s burning earlobe, sending a strange sensation rippling through her.

“Who… who exactly are you?” Xu Qingran blurted out to change the subject. In her thin, plain inner robes, she looked fragile sitting there.

But anyone who knew Xu Qingran knew she never wanted to be a canary that relied on others.

Li Fuxue knew that if she didn’t speak now, she might actually upset the girl. With a wave of her sleeve, the entire Yinshan Courtyard was instantly enveloped in a layer of mysterious, dark spiritual energy.

This sudden, suffocating aura of danger forced Xu Qingran to stand up instantly. The Frosthua Sword flew into her palm, reacting to her will.

“Don’t be afraid,” Li Fuxue said with a bright, bewitching smile. Her radiant face stood in stark contrast to the dark, ominous energy radiating from her body. “I need your help.”

The massive pressure made it difficult for Xu Qingran to breathe. She had to thrust the Frosthua Sword deep into the ground to steady herself.

Within Hanyu Ridge, Xu Qingran was the most talented and hardworking woman of her generation. Even so, this woman was clearly not even trying to apply pressure merely failing to suppress her aura yet that tiny overflow was enough to stifle her.

And she could come and go as she pleased in Hanyu Ridge.

“You… are likely no mortal being,” Xu Qingran said, her cold eyes fixed on Li Fuxue. Her heart turned grim; she must not engage this woman in combat.

Li Fuxue nodded candidly, her lips curling into a soft, lingering smile. “If you can help me, come to the depths of Xuanyu Peak quickly. I can grant you one wish.”

With that, Li Fuxue dissolved into a wisp of light smoke. Before drifting away, the smoke brushed lightly against Xu Qingran’s cheek.

As the smoke vanished, the oppressive aura surrounding Xu Qingran disappeared. She finally let out a breath and returned the Frosthua Sword to its place, her mind racing to process the information.

Xuanyu Peak… That was the name she had heard just before passing out. It sounded familiar, she must have seen it in an ancient text.

Unable to recall the details, she headed to the Archive Tower.

What she found there left her stunned. Xuanyu Peak was actually the ancient site where an Evil God was imprisoned.

Unlike the “Immortals” that everyone in the world sought to become, this was a God.

There were few Gods left in this world. Over the years, countless Gods had fallen while trying to save humanity from disasters. Li Fuxue, however, had been sealed away by a coalition long ago, which ironically saved her from being purged by other fanatical Gods. She had been living beneath Xuanyu Peak ever since.

The ancient records ended there, but those few words were enough to leave Xu Qingran breaking into a cold sweat in the archives.

So, I was just talking to an Evil God? But isn’t she sealed? How did she break out?

Questions flooded her mind. She likely wouldn’t find answers until later. An “Evil God’s” character was unknown, but the title suggested she was no saint.

Xu Qingran was unwilling to release an Evil God without knowing the consequences. Though she wanted to change her fate from her previous life, she didn’t want to bring calamity to the world.

Lost in thought, she walked out of the Archive Tower and ran straight into Lu Ming the man who spent all his time on romance yet still managed to become a powerhouse.

Lu Ming looked anxious, and his frown deepened when he saw Xu Qingran.

“Senior Sister, how could you punish Yu Qingyan like that? She’s been locked in her room ever since she got back. Forgive my bluntness, but even if she did something wrong, shouldn’t we show more tolerance? Why such a harsh punishment?”

Lu Ming usually didn’t speak to Xu Qingran this way, but now he was willing to defy his Senior Sister for Yu Qingyan’s sake.

Xu Qingran didn’t bother defending herself. She listened quietly until he finished his accusation, then tilted her head slightly. Her eyes glistened it was hard to tell if it was melted snow or tears.

Her exquisite, ethereal face was deathly pale, a sight that would tug at anyone’s heartstrings.

“It’s my fault,” she said softly. “It’s just that the burn on my arm from Junior Sister hasn’t healed yet. Please, go and apologize to her on my behalf. Once I’ve recovered, I will surely visit her in person to apologize.”

She lifted her sleeve, revealing shocking, mottled burn scars. Even Lu Ming, who was conditioned to orbit solely around Yu Qingyan, stood frozen in shock.