Stepping in for the Heroine to Crush the Protagonist Group [Transmigration] - Chapter 29

“Have you had your fill of looking?” Little Gu Sheng asked.

Hu Li’s heart skipped a beat as she met her gaze, instinctively recoiling.

But her retreat was too hasty. She stumbled backward, knocking over a screen and losing her balance completely, crashing to the floor.

Her head struck the ground, and Hu Li felt a dizzying wave of nausea before losing consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, everything was bathed in red, and an indescribable fragrance lingered in the air.

Hu Li reached up and touched the red veil covering her eyes, tearing it away. As the blur faded, clarity gradually returned.

She seemed to be lying on something warm and soft.

Hu Li blinked, and after a long moment, her vision finally cleared.

No, she realized, she was looking at a person.

Hu Li’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at Gu Sheng, who was clad only in an inner robe. Her face flushed crimson, as if blood might drip from her cheeks.

(Ahhhhhhh! Sister! Sister!)
(The dream turned wild so fast!)

This dream is so improper, she thought.

But I like it.

Gu Sheng’s wrists and ankles were bound with red silk ribbons, her hair disheveled from lying on the bed.

In the past, Gu Sheng had always worn black robes, maintaining a dignified and self-possessed demeanor. She had seemed like a jade statue perched high on an altar—real, yet untouchable.

But now, this jade statue had fallen into the hands of her devout follower. Every inch of her was a fatal temptation to Hu Li.

(Help! My screen is burning!)
(How can a dream be this scandalous?!)

The fox tail swayed gently, like an itch scratched through a boot—random and clumsy, yet it sent shivers down her spine.

Gu Sheng’s gaze gradually grew unfocused, her watery eyes shimmering brightly and captivatingly in the flickering candlelight.

“Hu Li,” she murmured, her voice a soft plea that abruptly snapped Hu Li back from the brink of losing control.

Hu Li took a deep breath and hastily retrieved the red veil Gu Sheng had discarded, tying it back over her eyes.

Even in a dream, I shouldn’t be so reckless.

Hu Li sat up and reached for the edge of the bed, intending to escape.

But just as her toes touched the floor, Gu Sheng suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into their shared world.

The loosely tied red veil slipped down, half-covering Gu Sheng’s face and obscuring one eye.

Their noses brushed, their breaths mingling in a suffocating moment.

Hu Li tried to regain her composure, but her body suddenly moved of its own accord.

She wanted to say, “I didn’t mean to,” but her actions betrayed her intentions.

“Is this it?” Her hand, now beyond her control, plunged into a vast ocean, stirring up a storm.

Gu Sheng’s breath came in ragged gasps, her soft, kitten-like whimpers replacing any coherent response.

“Help… help me,” she choked out suddenly.

Hu Li closed her eyes for a moment. A sharp clang echoed in her mind as her last shred of restraint snapped.

The crimson bed curtains fell, the flickering candlelight casting their desperate shadows against the wall, revealing the futile attempts of those who tried to deceive themselves.

(AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!)
(Too hot! I can’t breathe!)
Who allowed this dream sequence to be this good?!)

When Hu Li’s consciousness returned, the candles had burned out.

She paused for a moment, then chaotic, absurd memories flooded her mind, proclaiming her shameless actions.

Hu Li closed her eyes, pressed a hand to her forehead, then moved her hand down slightly to pinch her cheek.

No pain. I must still be in this bizarre dream, she thought, glancing at the pillow beside her.

It was empty. Gu Sheng was gone.

Could she be angry?! Hu Li gasped, hastily threw on a robe, and yanked back the bed curtains. She scrambled off the bed and began frantically searching the room.

But to her surprise, after scouring every corner, she still couldn’t find Gu Sheng.

“Where could she have gone?” Hu Li murmured, tapping her fingers on the desk. “Could the scene have changed again?”

She glanced back at the disheveled bed and shook her head. “Not yet, I don’t think.”

She must be outside, Hu Li surmised, casually casting a spell to tidy her appearance.

(Girl, after what happened, you’re worried about your hair?!)

Stepping out of the bamboo hut, Hu Li was met with hazy sunlight and a chilly early spring breeze. Tingfeng Cliff remained as silent as ever, save for the occasional chirping of cold sparrows perched on the branches.

Hu Li raised her hand, turning it over in the sunlight. She discovered that the moment she encountered light, she became invisible again.

So, Little Gu Sheng really did see me earlier? Hu Li couldn’t help but wonder. But then she remembered that Qi Shiyi hadn’t seemed to notice her at all. Dismissing the thought for now, she strolled around the courtyard, searching for Gu Sheng.

She scoured every corner, front and back, but found no one.

“Where could she have run off to?” Hu Li thought, frustrated, and was about to search beyond the courtyard when she heard hushed voices outside the gate.

“The Sect Master is too ruthless, striking down even his own daughter.”

“Hmph! It was the Young Sect Master herself who colluded with the Demon Race. The Sect Master’s actions are a righteous act of familial sacrifice, worthy of our eternal praise.”

“But I heard Senior Sister Miaoyun say the Young Sect Master was merely being manipulated by the Demon Race.”

“You dare believe Miaoyun’s words? Have you forgotten how close she used to be with that demon?”

(Here we go again—cultivator politics 101!)

The other person fell silent for a moment, then pursed their lips. “Fine, fine, I can’t win against your sharp tongue. Let’s just get down to business.”

With that, they pressed two fingers together and began chanting the Fire Incantation.

The sharp-tongued one smirked triumphantly, flipped their hand, and swiftly recited the Fire Incantation as well.

As the incantation took effect, a fiery dragon roared from the sky, descending onto the bamboo hut’s roof in accordance with the caster’s will.

The dragon opened its maw and unleashed a torrent of raging flames that engulfed the entire structure.

The winds on Tingfeng Cliff were already fierce, and the raging fire danced wildly in the gale, threatening to intensify further.

Hu Li watched this scene, momentarily stunned. Then she thought, This is all a dream, unfolding according to my will. She immediately closed her eyes, focused her mind, and attempted to extinguish the flames.

But as time passed, Hu Li noticed the sounds around her growing increasingly chaotic. A cacophony of noise rose and fell like she was standing on a concert stage.

Puzzled, she opened her eyes. In the next instant, a sea of people surged into her vision, and she realized she was indeed standing on a high platform.

(Wait, how did we get from steamy dream to public execution?!)

The platform stood approximately three meters high, with no railings on any side. Anyone with a fear of heights or enclosed spaces would likely die on the spot if forced to stand here.

Hu Li swallowed hard and took a few steps back, then turned to get her bearings.

But the moment she glanced back, Gu Sheng’s figure was reflected in her eyes.

Not far away, Gu Sheng was bound to a towering stone pillar. Iron chains covered in dark yellow talismans held her firmly in place, leaving her no room to move.

She was still wearing her black dress, but this time blood dripped from the hem, forming a small pool beneath her dangling feet.

Hu Li’s pupils constricted as she stared in shock. She slapped her cheek and muttered, “What kind of stupid dream is this?!”

With that, she rushed to Gu Sheng’s side, flipped her hand, and conjured a longsword, intending to hack through the heavy, terrifying chains.

But just as the sword was about to touch the chains, a silver nail shot past Hu Li’s cheek and pierced Gu Sheng’s left shoulder with brutal force.

Blood splattered across Hu Li’s face, her gaze momentarily blank before a commanding voice snapped her back to reality.

“Gu Sheng, do you confess your crimes?” the voice demanded.

Gu Sheng slowly lifted her head, her voice hoarse as she retorted, “Gu Sheng, what crimes have I committed?”

“Colluding with the Demon Race,” the voice stated tersely.

Gu Sheng scoffed, “Gu Sheng does not confess.”

(QUEEN BEHAVIOR!)
(Even tortured, she stands tall!)

But before she could fully process the memory, the oppressive command, “Execute!” crashed down upon her.

Hu Li’s breath caught in her throat. Without hesitation, she threw herself in front of Gu Sheng, desperately trying to shield her from the impending harm.

But as an invisible spirit, her efforts were futile.

Hu Li watched helplessly as the Immortal Slaying Nails pierced through her body, then plunged deep into Gu Sheng’s flesh.

These nails severed Spiritual Meridians, shattered immortal bones, and destroyed the Sea of Consciousness, inflicting pain beyond mortal endurance.

Yet Gu Sheng clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and endured the agony without uttering a single sound.

(Gu Sheng, our strong girl!)
(I’m crying. I can’t do this anymore!)

Once the Immortal Slaying Nails were driven in, the dark yellow talismans on the iron chains automatically fell away, and the chains loosened and vanished.

Freed from the chains, Gu Sheng swayed and passed through Hu Li’s body, collapsing at her feet.

Hu Li stood frozen, her hands clenched into fists beneath her sleeves. A thin thread of blood dripped from the hollow of her fist, silently wrapping around Gu Sheng’s wrist and transforming into a red cord that bound the two together.

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