She Said That Kisses and Hugs Are Needed for Redemption [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

“At that time, those demonic creatures gathered, intending to slaughter our entire village.” As he spoke, a trace of lingering fear flashed across the old man’s face. The elderly woman beside him soothingly patted his hunched back and took over the conversation. “Fortunately, several immortals arrived in time, exterminated those demons, and saved us.”

The elderly couple, having likely gone a long time without anyone to chat with, rambled on with Lu Xi and Fu Lancen for quite a while. Only when the night grew deeper did they lead the two into the house.

“Though our village no longer has demonic creatures, you two should still stay alert while sleeping at night,” the old woman said as she pushed open the door. She then picked up freshly washed bedding and slowly replaced the old ones. “This is our grandson’s room. The old man has already taken him to our place for the night. You sisters can squeeze in here tonight, alright?”

After politely seeing the old woman off, Lu Xi and Fu Lancen sat by the bed.

The room was quiet, illuminated only by a flickering candle whose dim light failed to fill the entire space.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and all things slumbered in the thick darkness of night, with only the occasional faint sounds of small animals scurrying about.

“Are you not going to sleep for a while?” Fu Lancen, weakened and exhausted from the journey, could barely keep her eyes open.

Her head swayed unsteadily, her long, delicate lashes fluttering incessantly, as if she might collapse onto the bed at any moment.

Instinctively, Lu Xi reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. The soft warmth of her tender flesh seeped through the thin fabric, scorching Lu Xi’s palm.

She withdrew slightly and looked down at the girl who had already fainted against her shoulder. The faint candlelight cast shifting shadows across her fair skin.

Breathing in the faint fragrance that drifted to her nose, Lu Xi calmly surveyed the surroundings.

It seemed the resentment in this village was truly formidable difficult to detect yet capable of silently infiltrating the body, inducing unconsciousness.

However, by the time the resentment entered Fu Lancen’s body, Lu Xi had already purified it, ensuring no harm would come to her. Fu Lancen had been on edge for days, deprived of proper rest. Tonight, she could finally sleep soundly.

Gently, Lu Xi laid the curled-up girl on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and carefully pried her tightly gripping fingers loose, tucking them beneath the covers. Even in unconsciousness, the girl’s brow remained furrowed, her worried expression adding a touch of pitiable charm to her usual demeanor.

Lu Xi didn’t linger on the sight. She raised a hand and lightly tapped the girl’s forehead, smoothing the creased brow. A faint white light seeped in as she did so.

After setting up a barrier around the area, Lu Xi stood and walked to the door.

“It’s at the bottom of the river at the end of the village. How pitiful even after death, their souls can’t move on to reincarnation.” In Lu Xi’s mind, the system’s voice carried a note of reluctance.

“Understood. I’ll handle it properly.”

Their arrival in this village wasn’t merely a result of aimless travel. Before coming, the system had already reminded her that resolving the matter here would not only advance the plot but also earn her some points.

She just hadn’t expected the village to be in such a state.

Silently stepping out of the small courtyard, the once-chirping insects had quieted, leaving only the howling wind that clawed at the branches, grating on the nerves.

Lu Xi glanced up at the sky. The dim, round moon had somehow transformed into a blood moon, its crimson hue like freshly spilled blood, staining the surroundings in a glaring red.

The temperature seemed to have dropped. Expressionless, she continued walking outward.

The journey was eerily calm, save for the increasingly biting wind that lashed at her body.

The village was neither large nor small, home to about a hundred households clustered along a small stream.

Before long, Lu Xi reached the seemingly gentle brook. But as she took another step forward, the air around her froze for a moment.

In the next instant, her feet refused to move.

A sinister gust swept in, thick dark clouds swallowing the blood moon. In the pitch-black darkness, Lu Xi watched as the stream’s surface began to boil, bubbling and frothing, gathering an ever-growing miasma of resentment. Like water brought to a furious boil, the commotion grew louder. Soon after, a wispy figure emerged from the water, its tattered body draped in mangled flesh, charging straight at her.

The damp air reeked of rotting meat, making Lu Xi grimace. She formed a seal with her fingers, cutting off her sense of smell, then pressed a fingertip to the corpse’s brow.

Instantly, the snarling female corpse froze mid-air, its rotting arms still outstretched, jagged nails glinting a dull red in the night.

Lu Xi withdrew her hand, calmly observing the corpse now mere inches from her.

“You, you!” The corpse’s throat bones rattled, emitting a low, disbelieving murmur.

Without a word, Lu Xi flicked her wrist, sending forth a silver light that silently cleaved the bubbling stream in two. The parted waters revealed a silt-laden riverbed and countless human bones, still clinging to scraps of decayed flesh.

The surroundings grew darker, the cold wind howling.

Lu Xi stood tall, her expression serene, her entire body radiating a soothing glow.

She glanced at the riverbed, then back at the seemingly stunned corpse. “I’m not like those half-baked cultivators before. There’s no need for you all to be so tense.”

At her words, the wind stilled for a moment, and the churning waters froze into eerie calm.

Lu Xi tapped the corpse’s forehead again. A flash of silver light, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse transformed. Its rotting flesh restored, its skin now a healthy wheat tone. The gaunt, skeletal face reshaped into the delicate features of a young woman.

The woman seemed stunned. She looked down at her hands, touched her arms and body, and only after confirming she was whole again did tears well up in her eyes. With a single blink, they rolled down her newly restored cheeks.

Then, trembling, she slowly raised her hands to her face.

“Father! Mother! Village elder!” she sobbed hoarsely, her voice breaking. “This immortal is powerful! Truly powerful! We don’t need to scare her away!”

“She can help us!”

The woman’s transformation must have shocked the others, for it seemed they finally saw a glimmer of hope for salvation.

The icy resentment dissipated, slowly coalescing into shadowy figures under the crimson glow of the blood moon.

Lu Xi watched the sudden apparitions before her. Though her current form possessed profound cultivation and feared no vengeful spirits, the abrupt appearance of so many skeletons draped in rotting flesh still sent a shiver down her spine.

Silently retreating a few steps, she raised her hand and swept it through the air. A light brighter than before scattered outward, landing on the hundreds of skeletons surrounding her.

Before long, the skeletons transformed into the appearances of ordinary people men and women, young and old, all resembling simple, humble villagers.

At their forefront stood an elderly man leaning on a cane. As he looked around at the familiar faces restored to their original forms, his eyes welled with tears. Trembling, he took a few steps forward and bowed deeply to Lu Xi with reverence. “Thank you, Immortal.”

“I am the village chief of Anping Village. These are all our people. Some who refuse to accept reality still hide in their homes, living numb lives.” The old chief’s gaze swept over each face, taking in their expressions some vacant, some numb, some shocked, others helpless and his voice grew choked with emotion. “As you can see, we have all been reduced to bones.”

“Anping Village was slaughtered by demonic creatures months ago.”

Though she had already guessed this outcome, witnessing it firsthand and hearing it spoken aloud still made Lu Xi’s heart tremble momentarily.

Through the old chief’s hoarse whispers, Lu Xi learned more details of the demonic invasion.

On that day, when the demons attacked, a few cultivators had rushed to their aid. But they were too few in number to withstand the relentless onslaught, and in the end, they perished alongside every villager of Anping, slaughtered by the demons.

Afterward, the villagers’ corpses were thrown one by one into the stream they had once relied on for survival, left to rot and fester. They had thought their lives would end in such a bizarre tragedy, hoping only for a peaceful reincarnation free from such suffering. Yet, their souls seemed bound to the village unseen by outsiders, unable to leave.

Days passed in a daze. Occasionally, cultivators investigating the incident would enter the village, but if they stayed for more than three days, they would inevitably fall into an unwakeable slumber before vanishing without a trace, just like the first group of cultivators who had tried to fend off the demons.

The villagers, who had once clung to hope, soon realized the truth, the village had likely been claimed by the demons. Any ordinary cultivator who set foot here was doomed.

So, after days of terror, they resigned themselves to their fate. Following the chief’s lead, they began to frighten away anyone who tried to enter, driving them far from the cursed grounds.

At this point, the old chief’s eyes brimmed with tears as he gazed hopefully at Lu Xi, her aura radiating immortal grace. “Tonight, when we sensed you and your sister approaching, we intended to drive you away as well. But the two of you seemed unaffected by our presence and still entered the village.”

Lu Xi nodded. “Your village is unusual. Naturally, I had to investigate.”

“So, can you help us break free from this prison?” the old chief asked, trembling under the weight of countless pleading gazes.

As these words were spoken, the gazes of hundreds burned with anticipation, all fixed upon Lu Xi, whose bearing was that of an immortal. They hoped fervently that she could rescue them from this prison and allow them to be reborn properly.

Lu Xi herself felt a pang of sorrow, this was the first time she had seen so many unjustly dead souls.

Watching the blood-red moon gradually dim, she parted her delicate lips and responded, “I came here precisely to save you.”

Though it had initially been the system’s demand, now it was Lu Xi’s own heartfelt desire.

She carefully examined the dried-up riverbed that had been exposed, seeing it covered in demonic energy invisible to ordinary eyes. In the next moment, detailed information about the formation appeared in her mind.

How vile!

Not only did it demand the flesh and blood of mortals as sacrifice, but it also required their living souls as offerings!

Lu Xi finally gained a concrete understanding of the depths of the demonic clan’s wickedness.

As the blood-red moon slowly vanished, leaving not a trace behind, she no longer concealed her cultivation. With her aura fully unleashed, she soared into the air.

The thick night stretched out behind her, the biting wind making her robes flutter wildly. Her jet-black hair drifted like layers of sheer gauze, veiling her already indistinct features in a misty haze, making her appear like a goddess of salvation elegant, noble, and filled with compassion for all living beings.

Silver-white divine power spilled forth, enveloping the village below before converging at the split riverbed. Then, with a burst of blinding white light, it exploded.

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