The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 66.1

The next day, Wu Xingyue truly went out to buy medicine, the tonic for her master had run out, and she needed to replenish it.

Night fell. Normally, the other woman would have returned by now, but today, Tang Jing waited at the door for a long time without catching sight of that familiar figure. A sense of unease welled up in her heart.

Because of her frail and broken body, she didn’t dare step beyond the barrier surrounding the small wooden cabin.

As the night wind picked up, she retreated indoors but left the window open, lighting a candle and keeping watch over the only path leading outside.

From dusk till dawn, the figure she was waiting for never appeared.

Meanwhile, Wu Xingyue had been “invited” back by the Demon Sect. The moment she left the small town, she was surrounded by its members. The two guardians by the sect leader’s side had come personally to “escort” her back.

“Elder Qiu Yue, the sect leader requests your return,” the Left Guardian said coldly.

Wu Xingyue sidestepped her. “I have matters to attend to. I’ll return later.”

The Right Guardian blocked her path. “Elder Qiu Yue, don’t make this difficult for us.”

Wu Xingyue halted, her cold eyes sweeping over the two before landing on the crowd of Demon Sect disciples behind them. Her expression darkened. “Bringing so many people is this truly an invitation?”

The Right Guardian curled her lips in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “If you don’t come willingly, then naturally, it won’t be just an invitation.”

Wu Xingyue was frantic. Her master was waiting for her at home. If she didn’t return as promised, her master would worry. But these persistent pests clearly had no intention of letting her go. Clutching the package of medicine tightly in her hand, she kept her expression neutral.

The Left Guardian took a step forward. “Elder Qiu Yue, after you.”

Wu Xingyue retreated half a step. Before they could react, she tapped her foot against the ground and flew backward clearly intending to flee.

None of the people present could defeat her one-on-one, but if they joined forces, she stood no chance. She didn’t want to gamble, nor did she dare. Escape was her only option.

The Left and Right Guardians exchanged a glance and immediately ordered, “After her!”

It had been a long time since Wu Xingyue had been in such a sorry state. With the group relentlessly pursuing her, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and plot her escape route.

The Right Guardian had long held a grudge against Qiu Yue. Ever since she joined their Nine Palaces Sect, the sect leader had doted on her excessively, always thinking of her first when it came to benefits.

Meanwhile, those beneath them had to work themselves to the bone for even the slightest reward.

Because of this, when the sect leader ordered them to bring Qiu Yue back, she hadn’t hesitated in the slightest.

Watching the fleeing figure ahead, she smirked and leisurely pulled out a short black flute from her sleeve, pressing it to her lips. A strange, eerie melody soon filled the air.

Wu Xingyue’s heart trembled violently. Her pupils contracted as she whipped her head around in disbelief, meeting the Right Guardian’s mocking gaze. But what truly caught her attention was the black flute in the woman’s hand.

It was the Heart-Piercing Flute. Every disciple in the sect had been implanted with a demonic gu. No matter how powerful they were, once the Heart-Piercing Flute sounded, they could only surrender.

The demonic gu in her heart could only be controlled by the sect leader’s flute. Yet now, the sect leader’s Heart-Piercing Flute had fallen into the Right Guardian’s hands. She knew then, the sect leader was furious.

At this realization, she flew even faster. But no matter how swift she was, she couldn’t resist the awakening of the demonic gu within her body.

A sharp, heart-wrenching pain turned her face deathly pale, and her suspended figure froze for a moment. Waves of stabbing agony tightened her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Hahahaha, Elder Qiu Yue, how does it feel to have your heart pierced?” The arrogant laughter of the Right Protector echoed from behind.

Wu Xingyue clutched her chest tightly, where the stabbing pain came in relentless waves, making even breathing unbearable.

Watching the Right Protector’s wild laughter, the Left Protector frowned disapprovingly and warned, “Bai.”

The two of them had grown up together since childhood, but as they grew older, the Left Protector found Bai increasingly incomprehensible, sometimes even feeling like a stranger.

Ignoring the warning, the Right Protector stepped forward, looking down at Qiu Yue, who had fallen to the ground in disarray, with undisguised satisfaction. “Elder Qiu Yue, we invited you politely, but you refused to listen. This was the only way left to me.”

Wu Xingyue raised her eyes to meet Bai’s gaze, the killing intent in them startling the Right Protector into taking a step back. This retreat wounded Bai’s pride, and in a fit of rage, she pressed the short flute to her lips and began playing again.

“Ah!” Wu Xingyue cried out in pain. The demonic gu seemed to be gnawing at her heart, the agony driving her to smash her forehead against the ground again and again, trying to alleviate the torment.

“Bai!” The Left Protector hadn’t expected Bai to strike again. Watching Elder Qiu Yue curled up on the ground in unbearable pain, she said coldly, “Bai, if you don’t stop now, I will report this to the Sect Leader.”

The flute’s melody ceased instantly. The Right Protector’s hostility faded somewhat as she panted slightly and smiled. “Xiao Hei, you wouldn’t be so heartless, would you?”

The Left Protector pressed her lips together, her gaze firm.

The Right Protector shrugged and glanced at Wu Xingyue, who was nearly unconscious from the pain. “Fine, she can’t move now. Drag her up and take her back to the sect.”

The disciples exchanged uneasy glances, hesitating to step forward.

After all, the woman before them was Elder Qiu Yue, second only to the Sect Leader in authority. How could mere disciples dare to lay hands on her?

The Right Protector clicked her tongue and glared at them. “What? You’re disobeying my orders now?”

The Left Protector shot Bai a warning look before addressing the disciples. “Help Elder Qiu Yue up.”

“Yes,” a few of the hesitant disciples finally dared to approach.

Wu Xingyue was practically unconscious, her face pale and lips bloodless, the only trace of color being the blood she had just coughed up.

A faint stain of red seeped through her robes over her heart, a wound left by the demonic gu attempting to burrow out of her flesh.

The Left Protector’s expression darkened as she turned to Bai. “You’ll explain this to the Sect Leader yourself when we return.”

The Right Protector also noticed the wound, her earlier arrogance replaced by sheer terror.

Though she had been entrusted with the Sect Leader’s flute and ordered to capture Elder Qiu Yue, if the Sect Leader discovered she had abused her authority for personal vengeance, his wrath would be inevitable. The thought filled her with dread.

The Left Protector spared her no further glance, waving a hand to lead the group back toward the sect.

The Nine Palaces Sect was located on the cliffs east of the Darkwood Forest, directly opposite the Immortal Feather Sect.

The area teemed with demonic energy, crawling with monsters and fiends, though the sect’s barrier kept them from ascending the mountain.

As the Left and Right Protectors brought Elder Qiu Yue into the grand hall, the Sect Leader and several other demonic elders were already present. Their conversation halted at the newcomers’ arrival.

Nangong Chenjun, the leader of the Jiugong Sect, was known throughout the immortal sects as the Great Demon Lord.

At this moment, the infamous demon lord was clad in a revealing red dress, her skin pale and cold, her face adorned with a bewitching makeup. As she watched the woman being supported into the hall by her left and right guardians, her expression darkened. In a flash, she flew over and caught the woman in her arms, her voice icy as she demanded, “What happened?”

The Right Guardian was about to confess her fault when the Left Guardian knelt and said, “This subordinate failed in my duty. I beg the Sect Leader to punish me.”

The Right Guardian, who had just opened her mouth, closed it again, lowering her gaze without a word.

Nangong Chenjun let out a cold laugh. “How bold. I ordered you to invite her back properly, and this is how you do it?!” With a flick of her sleeve, the Left Guardian was sent flying several meters away by a surge of demonic energy, her back slamming against the hall doors. Unable to control herself, she spat out a mouthful of blood before hurriedly rising to kneel once more.

The Right Guardian clenched her fists at her sides, her lips pressed lightly together.

Nangong Chenjun’s gaze swept over the Right Guardian, and she smiled ambiguously before extending her hand. “Xiao Bai.”

The Right Guardian was still stunned by Xiao Hei taking the blame for her. Seeing the Sect Leader’s outstretched hand, she froze for a moment. Only when she met the Sect Leader’s darkened gaze did she snap back to reality, hurriedly retrieving a short flute from her robes and presenting it with both hands in reverence.

Nangong Chenjun took the flute and called to the disciples waiting outside the hall, “Someone! Drag the Left and Right Guardians out and give them thirty lashes each.”

“Sect Leader, this was clearly the Left Guardian’s fault. Why must I be punished too?” the Right Guardian blurted out.

The Left Guardian, still kneeling on the ground, looked up at her in disbelief.

Nangong Chenjun, who had been about to escort Wu Xingyue to the rear hall, paused mid-step. Without turning around, she cast a sidelong glance at the Right Guardian and said coldly, “Do you truly think I don’t know how Elder Qiu Yue was injured?”

The Right Guardian’s heart lurched in terror, and she immediately dropped to her knees.

Nangong Chenjun snorted. “The Right Guardian gets an additional thirty lashes.”

Trembling, the Right Guardian knelt on the ground, not daring to utter another word.

The Left Guardian, still kneeling by the hall doors, remained silent this time, her lowered lashes concealing the emotions in her eyes.

Elder Chunfeng strolled over, fan in hand, and stopped beside the Right Guardian. Closing her fan, she tapped it lightly against the Right Guardian’s shoulder and said with an ambiguous smile, “Xiao Bai, oh Xiao Bai, you truly have the boldest heart.”

Elder Xiaxi also stepped forward. “You actually dared to lay hands on the Sect Leader’s person. It seems you’ve grown tired of living.”

A cold sweat broke out all over the Right Guardian’s body. The exhilaration she had felt while tormenting Elder Qiu Yue was now replaced by sheer terror.

Elder Dongxue walked over to the Left Guardian and sighed sympathetically, helping her up. “You, ah, you always protecting her like an elder sister. But some people simply don’t appreciate it.” With these cryptic words, she left.

The Left Guardian lifted her gaze, glancing briefly in Bai’s direction before turning and walking out.

After the elders had departed, the Right Guardian rose shakily from the ground, drenched in sweat. She turned, about to call for Xiao Hei, only to find that the latter, who had been kneeling by the door, had already left unnoticed. Frowning in displeasure, she clenched her fists.

Wu Xingyue stirred groggily, sensing an unfamiliar presence beside her, one that did not belong to her master. As soon as a hand reached toward her, she seized it and snarled weakly, “Get lost!”

“My, what a temper,” a sultry voice murmured by her ear.

Wu Xingyue’s brows furrowed as her vision gradually cleared. When she finally recognized the figure by her bedside, her expression turned cold. Slowly, she sat up.

“What’s wrong? Not happy to see me?” Nan Gong Chenjun set the teacup back on the table and reached out to lift her chin. “Qiuyue, you know my temper.”

Wu Xingyue turned her head away, avoiding her touch and putting distance between them. “Why did you call me back?”

Nan Gong Chenjun sneered. “What, did I interrupt your romantic moments with your master?”

Wu Xingyue tensed, her gaze wary. “What are you planning to do to my master?” The mere thought of her master falling into Nan Gong’s hands made her so anxious that she threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed.

“Relax, I haven’t laid a finger on your master,” Nan Gong Chenjun said lazily. “After all, your master is already a cripple. Even an ordinary mortal could kill her effortlessly, why would I bother?”

“You!” Wu Xingyue gritted her teeth, glaring at her with hatred.

Nan Gong Chenjun smirked. “Don’t look at me like that. The person I love is keeping someone else on the side. It’s already generous of me not to kill her with my own hands.”

“Don’t you dare insult my master like that,” Wu Xingyue snapped, her eyes locked onto her.

Nan Gong Chenjun shrugged indifferently. “Fine, let’s not talk about it. Your master is going to die anyway.”

Wu Xingyue’s rage surged, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. Yet, even in this state, she struggled to leave the bed.

Nangong Chenjun crossed her arms, watching her pitiful state with cold eyes, looking down at her disdainfully. “If you can crawl out of here today, I’ll let you go find her. Just in time to set up a tombstone for her.”

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