The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 63

As spring turned to autumn, Tang Jing and Wu Xingyue managed to coexist rather harmoniously.

Tang Jing’s body, having suffered deep-rooted injuries, had grown exceedingly frail. Despite Wu Xingyue’s efforts to nourish her with the finest medicinal herbs, her condition showed little improvement. There were even moments when Wu Xingyue was tempted to capture a few cultivators from the righteous sects to heal her master.

But in the end, she suppressed these impulses. She knew her master too well, if she were to cross such boundaries, the peaceful atmosphere between them would shatter instantly.

Tang Jing reclined on a lounge chair in front of the cottage, a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

A gentle breeze brushed her face, accompanied by the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers. This idyllic, secluded life made her lose track of time.

Between pages, she glanced toward the well not far ahead, where a woman clad in black robes knelt, washing clothes. Whenever water splashed onto her face, she wiped it away with her sleeve, occasionally stealing a glance at the figure lounging in the chair.

This was the life Wu Xingyue had always dreamed of.

Yet on this day, a horde of demons shattered the tranquility.

“Roar!”

The howls outside jolted Tang Jing from her slumber.

Coughing weakly, she slowly sat up in bed.

Wu Xingyue hastily threw on her robes and rushed out, calling urgently, “Master, go back to sleep. I’ll drive them away.” With that, she stepped outside, closing the door behind her.

Hearing the title, Tang Jing chuckled faintly. She hadn’t expected her “senior sister” disguise to unravel so quickly.

But it was just as well, the stagnant plot needed to move forward.

Wu Xingyue’s slip had been purely out of habit. Though she addressed Tang Jing as “wife” aloud, in her heart, she still called her “master” most often hence the unconscious blunder.

The commotion outside made it impossible for Tang Jing to sleep. She draped a robe over her shoulders and approached the window, peering through a crack.

The cottage was already shielded by a barrier Wu Xingyue had erected, making it difficult for the demons to breach. Any reckless enough to try were swiftly taught the meaning of death.

“The leader is in the Darkwood Forest,” Tang Jing reminded her at the right moment.

Unless the leader was dealt with, the demons would continue their relentless assault. No matter how powerful Wu Xingyue was, she couldn’t withstand endless waves of attacks eventually, she would be worn down.

Wu Xingyue understood this, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave her master alone in the cottage, refusing to take a single step away.

“Qiu Yue, go now!” Tang Jing had to speak again, this time with a firmer tone. Years of disciplining her disciples had ingrained a certain sternness in her voice.

Wu Xingyue faltered mid-motion, nearly struck by a demon’s sneak attack. She dodged just in time, kicking the creature away, then cast a glance toward her master before leaping toward the Darkwood Forest.

Deprived of their target, the demons milled about in confusion. But in the blink of an eye, they received new orders and surged toward the forest, their leader was now in peril.

Yet some lower-tier demons lingered near the cottage, mindlessly battering against the barrier.

Tang Jing assessed its durability, knowing it wouldn’t break anytime soon. Her greatest concern now was Wu Xingyue’s safety.

Sitting by the window for a long time, the morning glow rose on the horizon, and a figure appeared on the distant horizon.

By the time the sky had brightened slightly, the demons lingering in front of the small wooden cabin had already retreated into the dark forest. Now that there was no danger outside, Tang Jing opened the door and stepped out.

Wu Xingyue was injured, her steps unsteady, her consciousness blurred, yet she still resolutely walked toward the small cabin. Her master was waiting for her at home, and even if she collapsed, she would collapse at the doorstep.

“Qiu Yue.”

In her daze, she seemed to hear her master’s urgent voice, just like that time years ago when they were training down the mountain and she got hurt her master had been just as tense then.

“Master!” Perhaps hearing that familiar voice, Wu Xingyue’s unwavering willpower crumbled in an instant, and she fell forward.

Tang Jing quickly caught her, but her own body was too weak. Holding onto the other woman, she stumbled back several steps, her back hitting a bamboo pole before she managed to steady herself and avoid falling.

Half-carrying, half-dragging her into the small cabin, Tang Jing wiped her down with water. Seeing the woman covered in wounds, she hurriedly rummaged through a small wooden chest and pulled out an ointment leftover from the last time she had used it.

Wu Xingyue woke from the pain. When she opened her eyes, her thoughts were still hazy, but the moment she saw the familiar figure by the bedside, she snapped awake. “Mas—wife.” The words that nearly slipped out sent a cold sweat down her spine.

What made her even more nervous was that she might have called out “master” before passing out. She didn’t know if the other had heard it.

Thinking of this, Wu Xingyue couldn’t bring herself to look at her master by the bedside.

She didn’t want this beautiful illusion to shatter. Right now, she could only hope her master hadn’t heard that title.

“How do you feel?” Tang Jing, noticing she was awake, immediately pressed a hand to her forehead to check her temperature.

“I… I’m fine.” Wu Xingyue felt guilty, avoiding her gaze, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

“Rest a little longer.” Tang Jing turned to leave, but just as Wu Xingyue sighed in relief, she turned back and asked, “Before you passed out, you called out ‘master’?”

Wu Xingyue realized the veil was still on her face, it seemed her master hadn’t removed it while she was unconscious. That, at least, was a relief.

Now calmer, she replied, “Wife must have misheard.”

Tang Jing stared at her, and just as Wu Xingyue thought she couldn’t take it anymore, the other woman withdrew her gaze and left. Only then did Wu Xingyue truly relax.

Outside the door, Tang Jing smirked slightly. Watching her usually composed senior sister so nervous and cautious was utterly adorable.

She wouldn’t let this go so easily after all, it was time to expose the other’s hidden identity.

Support