I Want to Be Beautiful Alone [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Consummating Our Marriage (6)

Upon hearing this, a hint of astonishment flashed in Xia Jingzhe’s eyes.

Immediately after, she raised her hand. Her cool fingertips traced a path down Xu Jiao’s cheek. Her nail scraped the skin with a subtle, sharp feeling, like a thin knife grazing her face. An unspeakable sense of danger bloomed where they touched. For some inexplicable reason, Xu Jiao felt a throbbing pain in her unspeakable region once more.

It must be because Xia Jingzhe didn’t trim her nails when she was roughhousing.

Thinking this, she unconsciously furrowed her brow slightly.

Xia Jingzhe’s voice broke the silence: “Look at me, what a memory I have—”

“I always forget that Senior Sister’s mouth is the most skilled at lying.”

“I almost believed your words.”

Xu Jiao listened to her accusation with cold indifference in her expression, showing no sign of emotion, as if the person who had just passionately declared, “In all this world, I like you the most,” wasn’t her.

A trace of unwillingness appeared on Xia Jingzhe’s face, yet the earlier words had already been spoken. Even if she was reluctant now, she still unlocked the dark mysterious iron restraint on Xu Jiao’s wrist, granting her freedom in a small measure.

Following a “clank” sound.

The weight on Xu Jiao’s wrist finally vanished.

She looked at the dark bruises remaining on her wrist, her thick eyelashes moving slightly. She intended to circulate her cultivation method to repair the injury but found her spiritual energy entirely empty. Her Dantian, which normally housed her spiritual energy, felt heavy and hollow now, as if the vast, ocean-like spiritual power once stored there was hidden away.

As expected, the chain was not the main object sealing her cultivation. Xu Jiao stopped looking at the injury on her wrist, letting her pale hand fall to her side.

Xia Jingzhe had observed her reaction since the restraint was removed.

She had thought that Xu Jiao’s previous indifference was just a feigned politeness towards her. After all, she knew Xu Jiao was unwilling to engage in that activity with her, so now that she was unsealed, she surely wouldn’t be able to control her emotions and would lash out at her.

Either by raising a hand to hit her or by speaking harsh words.

But there was nothing.

Gazing at the person before her—composed, unfazed by the beautiful marks, and meeting her perpetually snow-laden eyes—Xia Jingzhe finally understood—

She had thought that after the events of last night, she should have no further demands in this life, content to die without regret. However, after such intimate contact with Xu Jiao, she realized how terribly wrong she was.

In reality, the distance between her and Xu Jiao was still impossibly vast.

Beyond her reach.

Last night’s absurdity was only a dream for her alone, the belief that she had finally touched the hem of the transcendent Goddess’s skirt and pulled her down to the mortal world. Yet, in the end, she was startled to realize that what she held was merely the mist in the mountains.

It scattered with the wind, leaving nothing in her palm.

Xu Jiao was still on the unattainable Kunlun peak—no, on an even higher celestial summit.

A sense of melancholy welled up within her, but more so, an unspeakable feeling of indignation—how much higher did she need to climb before her reflection would appear in Senior Sister’s eyes?

Xu Jiao sensed the changes in the aura around her and keenly noticed Xia Jingzhe’s worsening mood. Her intuition told her that if she didn’t distract the other party soon, she was vaguely going to suffer again.

So she spoke flatly to remind her: “Didn’t you say we were going out?”

Xia Jingzhe’s mind returned, and ripples formed in her deep eyes, giving Xu Jiao an inexplicable feeling of resentment. Before Xu Jiao could see clearly, she heard the other person ask unhurriedly:

“Is being with me so tiresome for Senior Sister?”

Xu Jiao: “…”

Not exactly. After all, last night’s mischief on the bed had just opened the door to her new world. She wasn’t tired of it so quickly. She should at least indulge in sensual pleasures for another ten days or half a month.

But the plot was obviously the priority right now.

Seeing Xu Jiao remain silent, Xia Jingzhe tugged at the corner of her mouth, her smile strained, clearly taking Xu Jiao’s silence as agreement.

Her eyes darkened, and the air around her felt like a brewing storm.

Just when Xu Jiao thought she wouldn’t be able to go out today, she saw Xia Jingzhe turn around, walk a short distance, and push open the door of the small wooden house.

The vast expanse of fiery red spider lilies, without any warning, suddenly burst into her view, like flames blossoming from the ground, aggressively seeming to want to engulf the entire world.

The gloomy sky, the Demonic Qi, even the black soil, could not escape this intense color.

Xu Jiao, however, closed her eyes.

She felt she did not want to see the color red again for a long time.

Xia Jingzhe turned back, intending to ask her what she thought of the flower sea outside, but upon seeing her eyes closed in rest, and even rubbing her temples, with an expression of inexpressible weariness and fatigue.

The words died in her throat.

Xia Jingzhe retracted her expectation and walked out without a sound. When Xu Jiao opened her eyes again, she realized the other person had already walked quickly ahead.

She didn’t notice the violent changes in Xia Jingzhe’s mood, nor did she care whether she could keep up with the other’s pace. She stepped forward unhurriedly, treading on the soft black soil.

Even though she had no spiritual energy now, the fabric she wore was still extraordinary, inherently dust-repellent, saving her from the black mud’s contamination. As she walked, her body remained spotless.

Xia Jingzhe looked back and saw that pure white figure emerging from the red flower sea.

For a moment, there was no cleaner color to be found in the world.

This strong contrast in colors seemed to subtly remind her again: See? No matter how hard you try, whether in the heavens, in the mortal world, or in the polluted Demon Realm, Xu Jiao remains unchanged. No one can make her fall.

Xu Jiao passed through the flower sea, her sleeves brushing against countless enchanting petals. By the time she reached Xia Jingzhe, she had picked up a subtle, almost imperceptible exotic fragrance, and the scent on her body had subtly changed.

Meeting Xia Jingzhe’s gaze, Xu Jiao looked for a moment, then was the first to speak:

“Has Junior Sister Xia become the ruler of the Demon Realm now?”

After destroying Kunlun, the righteous sects would certainly no longer tolerate Xia Jingzhe, and the System had informed her that this place was the Demon Realm… Combining this with the current situation of steep cliffs and rampant Demonic Qi, it wasn’t hard for Xu Jiao to guess the answer.

Xia Jingzhe smiled radiantly and nodded: “Does Senior Sister like my new identity?”

It wasn’t a matter of liking or disliking.

Xu Jiao didn’t answer, instead bringing up another matter: “Ancient texts record that thirty-six thousand years ago, the Kunlun Sect Leader ascended to become an Immortal, presiding over the Celestial Palace, stars, and time and space. Later, he became the Celestial Sovereign and descended to Kunlun during the divine-demon war, leading one hundred thousand celestial soldiers in battle against the Demon Realm.”

She said: “Junior Sister’s actions will inevitably bring disaster upon yourself.”

Xu Jiao’s tone was exceptionally calm, as simple as drinking water or eating a meal.

Xia Jingzhe, however, moved closer to her with interest, her breath brushing past Xu Jiao’s lips, as if a kiss was imminent.

Maintaining this intimate ambiguity, she whispered: “Is Senior Sister worried about me?”

Xu Jiao looked at her inexplicably.

She replied without thinking: “I just want to know what exactly you intend to do.”

When the personality of the protagonist she created suddenly changed, causing the plot to rush toward the unknown, Xu Jiao, as the creator, was naturally curious about the future that lay beyond her control.

Xia Jingzhe only smiled without speaking, cupping her face and kissing her seriously for a while. Then she said: “Let me take Senior Sister to see the Demon Palace.”

Xu Jiao, who was suddenly taken advantage of and had the topic forcibly changed: “…”

She raised a hand to wipe away the trace on her lips, her expression once more becoming indifferent.

What’s so interesting about the Demon Palace?

Although she wasn’t concerned with the plants and trees, she was well aware of what the Demon Palace looked like.

“This was formed from the white bones of the Demon Ancestor, the Demon Dragon, millions of years ago…”

In front of the Demon Palace, Xia Jingzhe held Xu Jiao’s hand, looking at the towering, strangely shaped, yet awe-inspiring palace formed by black and white elements, and explained softly.

Xu Jiao glanced at it, finding that the palace perfectly matched the description she had penned, and then looked away.

The area surrounding the palace was filled with the Demon Realm’s unique trees, which never grew leaves. Their gray-silver trunks looked like stone but emitted a cold light. Occasionally, black things sprang up from the silver sand below, quickly sinking back out of sight.

Those were the newly born demon creatures of the Demon Realm, nurtured and sustained by the Demon Realm Tree, inexhaustible and impossible to eradicate.

After the Demon Dragon of the Demon Realm perished that year, its bones turned into the palace, its tendons became the seeds of the Demon Realm Tree, its breath turned into Demonic Qi, and its eyes… became the two pools of Demonic Springs behind the palace.

The Demonic Springs were hot and cold. Demon creatures soaking in them would see their power greatly increase. Conversely, if an immortal fell in, their ruin would be absolute.

While Xu Jiao was mentally reviewing the setting, Xia Jingzhe had already led her through the main hall, ignoring the low-level demonesses standing on either side, and proceeded straight toward the Demonic Springs at the back.

Just before they arrived, Xu Jiao’s steps faltered.

She vaguely guessed Xia Jingzhe’s intention.

Xia Jingzhe raised a hand to gently wipe her cheek, feeling a thin layer of sweat, and asked with a low chuckle: “Why is Senior Sister so frail, tired after just a short walk?”

Xu Jiao’s cultivation method was sealed, and she had been trekking for quite a while since leaving the cliffside. But upon hearing Xia Jingzhe’s tease, she didn’t explain, only looking at her plainly.

Xia Jingzhe smiled, bent down, and reached under her knees, lifting her up in a bridal carry. She said softly: “I’ll take Senior Sister to bathe.”

Xu Jiao stared at her, her voice slightly weary: “I’ve heard that the Demon Realm has Demonic Springs, and even an immortal body cannot resist their Demonic Qi if it falls in.”

Xia Jingzhe was quite pleased with her sharpness: “Senior Sister knows a lot—so, is Senior Sister afraid?”

Afraid of falling into the Demonic Dao?

Xu Jiao moved her gaze away, utterly uninterested.

Until she saw the two Demonic Springs.

The two pools, one hot and one cold, had been connected. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but light clouds and shallow mist, with a faint, ominous gray fog drifting in the air.

In a moment of distraction, she was placed into the spring water by Xia Jingzhe.

Overpowering Demonic Qi immediately crawled up her meridians into her body. Xu Jiao’s eyes suddenly widened. This…

What was this alternating hot and cold sensation in her meridians?

She had an immediate feeling that Xia Jingzhe had created something very unusual.

However, before she could think deeply, the other person also entered the water. She reached out to part the water, moved behind Xu Jiao, hugged her into her arms, and whispered: “How does Senior Sister feel now?”

Xu Jiao frowned. The Demonic Qi rushing through her meridians, alternating between hot and cold, caused her entire body to ache. She couldn’t even stand steadily. Her legs simply gave way, and she collapsed into Xia Jingzhe’s embrace.

The person behind her caught her with satisfaction, her voice ringing in Xu Jiao’s ear: “Will Senior Sister stay here with me forever, alright?”

Xu Jiao subconsciously shook her head.

Stay in this fake world?

She would not.

Seeing that the pain had finally made her unable to hide her inner thoughts, a coldness involuntarily flashed in Xia Jingzhe’s eyes, and her hand was already moving beneath the water.

Before long.

A cry of surprise echoed from the pool.

“This water…”

Perhaps the Demonic Qi in the water was being stirred up, but Xu Jiao found that the water seemed to surge toward her body, instantly making her feel completely filled with Demonic Qi—uncomfortable and swollen.

She rarely used all her strength to push Xia Jingzhe away: “No, no, no…”

Xia Jingzhe asked gently and good-naturedly: “Why not? Is Senior Sister uncomfortable? If you don’t want it, why are you biting me so hard?”

Xu Jiao was unable to speak. Tears fell like broken pearls.

She shook her head involuntarily, uttering: “So full…”

Xia Jingzhe lowered her head and kissed the side of her neck, asking again: “Does it hurt?”

Xu Jiao nodded, then shook her head, lost in a daze from the rush of Demonic Qi in her body. One moment felt like extreme bliss, the next was full of pain, as if she were repeatedly cycling between heaven and hell.

This was an experience she had never had before.

Xia Jingzhe laughed coolly.

She said: “Remember this feeling, Senior Sister—”

“This ecstasy, and this agony, only I can give you.”

Even if Xu Jiao didn’t love her, she would use all her strength to leave a deep mark on this person’s cold, hard heart. If not in her mind, then she would make her remember it with her body.

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