I Want to Be Beautiful Alone [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Consummating Our Marriage (1)

Boom—

Flaming red, seductive flowers bloomed across the mountainsides. The crimson stamens were like snake tongues, and the slender stems of the Lycoris radiata stood tall and straight. After the leaves withered, what bloomed were red flowers, as if nourished by fresh blood.

These flowers flourished on the edge of a sheer cliff. Ahead was an abyss plunging ten thousand feet, from which dreadful black demonic energy surged, soaring into the clouds and staining the azure sky a grey-black color. From time to time, black, unknown birds flapped their wings and flew out of the abyss, emitting hoarse, shrill, and unpleasant cries.

The front was a terrifying blackness, yet behind the cliff was a red so vibrant it could burn everything.

At the center of the dense, clustered sea of flowers stood a small wooden cabin. Even in this scene rife with evil energy, this angular wooden house appeared anything but ordinary.

At this moment, bright light shone through the small, square window of the cabin. The column of light projected onto the flower thicket in front of the door, radiating a chillingly bizarre beauty.

Demonic energy condensed within the flower thicket, slowly forming a small, non-solid, featureless black orb. The black orb sprang up forcefully, leaping from the earth onto the only open window frame, emitting a soft sound.

“Goo.”

Two large eyes emerged on the ethereal black orb, peeking into the room—

Inside, high candle holders were suspended. Thick red candles, symbolizing joy, crackled as they burned. Wax tears melted onto the supports and the floor everywhere, indicating they had been burning for a long time.

The room was plastered with large red “Double Happiness” characters. On the table were foods typically found in the mortal realm, such as lilies, peanuts, and red dates, paired with an exquisitely carved silver pot. The spout was slender, the body inlaid with rubies, and two tall, small silver cups nestled nearby.

If a mortal were to enter now, they would surely recognize this as a wedding chamber setup unique to the human world.

The small black orb lightly bounced on the window frame, emitting another tiny sound: “Goo?”

“Who is it?”

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the corner of the room.

The small black orb was startled. It looked up and only saw the layers of thick curtains in the corner. Before the person inside could ask again, the black orb, formed from spirit energy, scattered in fear into wisps of black smoke and floated back out of the wooden house.

After a long time, the voice inside the room gently tested again: “Is anyone there?”

Silence. A deathly silence.

Within the layered curtains, a flash of snowy white moved among the gorgeous gauze, subtly accompanied by a series of crisp clinking sounds, ding ding dong dong, exquisitely pleasant.

“This is the Demonic Abyss. Where would there be people?” a cold voice replied to the clear, cold one. However, no sound in this world could detect this response, as the commotion was occurring within the person’s Sea of Consciousness.

The movement inside the bed curtains grew more intense. Metal sounds clanked back and forth. The concealing curtains were pulled apart, making a sizzling sound like tearing silk, scattering down like snowflakes, finally revealing the scene inside.

Lying on a smooth piece of jade stone cushioned by red silk was a slender figure. The person wore a black and white Taoist robe. A hair crown refined from a Taiji pattern sat atop her head. Her three thousand strands of black hair fell like a waterfall onto the red silk below, and also wrapped around her snow-like slender neck, winding its way over the prominent line of her collarbone.

What a striking little Taoist nun.

Unfortunately…

Her current situation was not good.

A thin black silk cloth covered her eyes on her palm-sized face, revealing only a small, straight nose, vermilion lips, and a tiny beauty mark beside her mouth.

The ding-a-ling-a-ling sound rang out again. It originated from the heavy iron chains extending from her wide sleeves, which snaked like long dragons from her wrists, climbing up the four long pillars of the jade platform. At first glance, the connections of the chains were seamless, looking completely natural.

Her slender fingers curled into a fist, then moved left and right, but she ultimately couldn’t break free of the shackles. Finally, she sighed in defeat, letting her hands fall to her sides. Lying blankly, she answered the voice in her mind:

“Demonic Abyss?”

“That’s not right, System. According to the plot, at this point, Xia Jingzhe was just being falsely accused by those senior sisters of colluding with the Demon Realm. I saved her and prevented her cultivation from being crippled and her from being expelled, didn’t I? When did she get involved with the Demon Realm?”

The system she summoned in her mind snapped back coldly: “You wrote it. Why are you asking me?”

The Taoist nun: “…”

Just as she was about to say more, a light creak sounded. The wooden door opened in the distance.

A faint, cold fragrance, mingled with a heavy scent of blood, rushed in. The person on the jade bed was so startled that even her mental activity stopped. She listened as the unhurried footsteps came from far away, approaching, and finally stopping right in front of her.

The next moment, something cool and soft touched the side of the person’s cheek on the jade bed. This sensation, like a snake’s tongue licking her skin, brought a shiver that rose from the depths of her heart.

Sensing the slight trembling of the person under her palm, Xia Jingzhe slowly curved her lips, as if she were about to unwrap her favorite gift. Her fingertip caressed the delicate skin, finally resting on the edge of the black silk cloth by her temple…

It slowly entered her hair. Her nimble fingers moved slightly, undoing the restraint.

The person on the jade bed turned her head, keeping her eyes tightly shut to adjust to the sudden light. After a long while, she squinted and looked over: “Junior Sister Xia? Why are you here?”

Junior Sister Xia.

Hearing this address, Xia Jingzhe smiled even more beautifully. Her beautiful phoenix eyes curved into a warm arc, yet there was not an ounce of warmth within, as if soaked in frost and snow, a chilling kind of beauty.

Seeing her smile, the person on the jade bed felt an inexplicable danger, strangely, coming from the person right in front of her.

“Junior Sister Xia… never mind. I must have been ambushed by a villain and brought to this Demonic Realm. My inner technique is also sealed. It’s inappropriate to stay long. Junior Sister is also of a pure immortal body. Although I don’t know how you got the news and came to rescue me, we should quickly leave together.”

As she spoke eloquently, Xia Jingzhe remained silent, merely standing by the bed watching her at leisure, her eyes full of amusement.

When she finally stopped speaking, Xia Jingzhe slowly leaned down, supporting herself on the red silk. Feeling the chill permeating from the jade stone in her palm, she spoke unhurriedly:

“Xu Jiao.”

She called again: “Jiaojiao Senior Sister.”

Hearing the subtle, ambiguous charm in the tone, Xu Jiao felt her ears tingle, especially when facing such a beautiful face. Just as she regained her composure, she heard the person in front of her speak again:

“Why are you and I here? Doesn’t Senior Sister know perfectly well?”

Xu Jiao’s throat moved. She tried hard not to shy away from the approaching aura of blackening. Pressing her lips together, she feigned ignorance: “What are you talking about, Junior Sister? I don’t understand a word.”

Xia Jingzhe chuckled softly, raising her hand to gently pull out the strands of Xu Jiao’s hair that had fallen into her collar. Her movements were tender, but it was this very tenderness that made Xu Jiao’s hair stand on end.

Focusing intently on this task, Xia Jingzhe finally raised her eyes again. Meeting the flicker of uncertainty in Xu Jiao’s dark eyes, her voice was soft enough to drip water:

“You’re feigning ignorance again, Senior Sister.”

Xu Jiao: “…”

She carefully assessed the tone and expression of the person in front of her and couldn’t help but ask in her mind: “System, why do I feel like she’s about to turn into a psychopath?”

The system answered seriously: “Congratulations, you guessed correctly. The protagonist Xia Jingzhe’s current Blackening Value is 99.”

However, hearing the word “congratulations,” Xu Jiao couldn’t smile at all.

Just then, Xia Jingzhe had finished laying Xu Jiao’s long hair by her side, carefully smoothing her silky black hair with her hand as a comb. Seeing her appearance restored to its usual neatness, she showed a self-satisfied smile.

“Jiaojiao Senior Sister,” she asked again, “I am the villain you spoke of, who brought you here—I had these flowers planted for a long time. Wouldn’t it be nice to live here with me?”

She turned to the side, allowing Xu Jiao to see the glaring red inside the house. Too many colors of celebration gathered in one place only created an intense, eerie atmosphere.

In short: it was an eyesore.

Xu Jiao avoided looking at the harsh decorations, lowering her eyes. Her long eyelashes fell neatly, like a bird folding its wings.

She asked coldly: “Xia Jingzhe, are you crazy?”

At her words, the smile on Xia Jingzhe’s face vanished. Perhaps because of the intense emotional fluctuation, blood vessels appeared in the corners of her eyes, a truly hysterical madness. That madness contained adoration for the person before her, a degree of hatred, but even more, a despair of unrequited yearning.

“Crazy?” She slowly chewed on Xu Jiao’s words, letting out a low, whispering sound: “Perhaps.”

She stared intently at Xu Jiao’s face. Discovering that the other party was so indifferent she wouldn’t even spare her a glance, anger flared up from some unknown source. She raised her hand to grip Xu Jiao’s chin, forcing her face up.

Xia Jingzhe looked deeply into Xu Jiao’s eyes and asked:

“Why did Senior Sister come to my world?”

“Why is it that every time I am in danger, you come to save me, yet on ordinary days, you won’t even grant me a look?”

“Look, it’s that look again, pitying… like a god.”

“In Senior Sister’s eyes, am I like a pathetic bug? Only fit to crawl humbly in the dirt, while you are high above. If you’re willing, you bestow me with salvation once. If you’re not willing, I’m not even fit to enter your sight.”

“You clearly knew I loved you, yet you avoided me at all costs. Hating me like that is one thing, but why, upon hearing I was accused of colluding with the Demon Realm, did you still come to clear my name?”

Pausing here, a smile slowly emerged on her lips: “Jiaojiao Senior Sister, is it fun to toy with me like this, watching me fall head over heels for you?”

Xu Jiao: “…”

She moved her lips, seeming to want to sigh, or maybe explain—

“Shh.”

Xia Jingzhe’s left index finger gently touched her lips.

“I don’t want to listen, and I don’t want to know anymore.”

“Whatever Senior Sister wants to get from me, I will give it to you.”

With that, Xia Jingzhe removed her finger, replacing it by pressing her own lips onto hers, giving her a kiss.

Xu Jiao froze completely, her eyes wide, as if in disbelief.

Seeing her reaction, Xia Jingzhe laughed wantonly and wickedly, asking intimately:

“Why are you so surprised, Senior Sister? That expression makes it look as if I’ve bullied you, but I haven’t even started yet.”

A barely perceptible tremor entered Xu Jiao’s voice:

“What… what do you intend to do?”

Xia Jingzhe raised a long eyebrow, looking at Xu Jiao in mock surprise, and then gave her the answer with a doting tone:

“Has Senior Sister truly not figured it out yet?”

“I—”

“I want to marry Senior Sister and consummate our marriage.”

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