The Big Boss Is Obsessed With Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Yan Zhao used her finger as a sword, channeling her spiritual power to break the Second Elder’s seal, and pulled Hua Ying up from the ground.

“Can you still walk?” she asked.

Hua Ying leaned most of her body weight against her, letting out a very soft laugh. “I can.”

Just as they were about to step off the peak of Fiery Cloud Mountain, a roar like a sudden clap of thunder erupted in their ears: “Yan Zhao! Are you truly going to oppose me for the sake of this half-demon?”

It was the Second Elder.

Yan Zhao stopped in her tracks.

She turned to face the direction of Fiery Cloud Peak and performed a formal bow with utmost sincerity, the curve of her beautiful shoulder blades visible as she bent over.

“Second Elder.” Yan Zhao’s face was slightly pale, but deep within her bright eyes, there seemed to be a flickering dark flame.

She tilted her head up and addressed the void, word by word, “This is not right.”

Both she and Hua Ying were victims; they should not be punished for the mistakes of others.

This is not right.

Yan Zhao led Hua Ying away, and this time, the voice remained silent for a long while.

Not long after returning to Cloud-Piercing Peak, the Sect Leader who was usually too lazy to move a muscle actually appeared in front of Yan Zhao’s courtyard.

He looked his cool and aloof young disciple up and down, letting out a small tsk. “It seems you didn’t suffer much at the hands of the Second Elder.”

Yan Zhao remained silent.

The Sect Leader then looked at the disheveled Hua Ying and shook his head. “How did our little half-demon end up looking so pitiful?”

He patted Hua Ying’s head compassionately. Strands of warm, dense spiritual power flowed from his palm into her body, repairing her injuries bit by bit.

Not only did it heal her wounds, but it also gave Hua Ying a faint sensation of an impending breakthrough.

“Thank you, Sect Leader!” Hua Ying admitted that her voice had been a bit loud toward the Sect Leader previously.

“This is also compensation for you,” the Sect Leader withdrew his hand and sighed somewhat helplessly. “That Second Elder has the temperament of a dog; talking to him is useless. It caused you two little ones to suffer.”

In truth, the moment the Second Elder arrived at Cloud-Piercing Peak to issue his challenge, the Sect Leader had known.

However, he didn’t think it was a major issue, so he hadn’t shown his face.

Wei Jun had indeed plotted against Yan Zhao, but in the end, he hadn’t succeeded, and Yan Zhao had even kicked and broken three of his ribs.

Given how much the Second Elder doted on Wei Jun, the Sect Leader figured letting the Elder shout a bit to vent his anger would be the end of it.

But no one expected Wei Jun to shift all the blame onto the innocent Hua Ying. Since the Second Elder’s rage couldn’t be unleashed upon Yan Zhao, he could only pick on the easiest “soft persimmon” to squeeze.

It wasn’t until the torrential spiritual rain began to fall on Fiery Cloud Peak that the Sect Leader realized with a heavy expression that things had escalated.

He had initially intended to step in personally to save Hua Ying, but he discovered that his young disciple was willing to risk internal injury just to break free from the Second Elder’s Immobilization Spell.

The Sect Leader was stunned for a moment.

It felt like a long time since he had seen Yan Zhao care so much about anything.

A distant memory suddenly flickered in his mind.

When Yan Zhao first entered the sect, she was just a clean, fair little girl. The Sect Leader’s previous disciples were all a bunch of sturdy, boisterous “monkeys”; he had never had experience taking care of a young girl.

The Sect Leader was lazy, so he simply practiced “free-range” parenting, letting Yan Zhao develop on her own.

By the time he snapped out of it years later, the little girl who used to smile just from seeing a flower bloom had grown into a Senior Sister who was accustomed to masking all her emotions.

And so, the Sect Leader had paused.

He thought to himself: It’s better to let the young disciple play the hero instead.

After healing the two of them and leaving behind some medicinal pills, the Sect Leader departed elegantly.

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to enjoin Hua Ying to practice hard, as the disciples of the Green Mountain Sword Sect would be coming to challenge them soon.

This time, Hua Ying accepted the task very earnestly.

After being tormented by the Second Elder, the small flame of anger deep in Hua Ying’s heart had never gone out.

She was truly too weak. In this cultivation world where the strong were respected, she was like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Whether it was Wei Jun harming her or the Second Elder wounding her, Hua Ying could only accept it passively.

She didn’t want it to be like this.

Was she to let her Senior Sister stand in front of her forever?

No, Hua Ying thought. What she wanted was to stand side-by-side with her Senior Sister.

“System,” Hua Ying sat in her room, propping her chin in deep thought, “Why exactly am I such a ‘noob’?”

System: Because of your half-demon bloodline.

In this world’s cultivation system, the Humans, Demons, and Monsters each had their own sets.

But there was nothing specifically for half-demons.

At the Flowing Cloud Sect, Hua Ying followed the human cultivation methods, so her progress was naturally slow.

After hearing the System’s explanation, Hua Ying realized. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

The System replied:  I thought you were quite happy being a little ‘trash’ who gets carried to victory.

Hua Ying:  She had no comeback for that.

“Are there any cultivation techniques suitable for half-demons in the shop?”

In the system space, the System’s true form was a white, rolling ball.

The little round ball proudly tried to lift its rounded chin, which didn’t have a single edge. Of course! Produced by the Quick Transmigration Management Bureau, it must be a masterpiece! My system shop covers everything in the three realms, as long as you have the points to exchange for it.

Hearing those last few words, an ominous feeling immediately arose in Hua Ying’s heart.

Sure enough, when she saw the countless zeros on the price list, she nearly had a heart attack.

Merchant of death!

“Nobody loves me, nobody cares, I’m just a little cabbage in the field, boohoo.” After weighing her options, Hua Ying tearfully and painfully exchanged her points for the cultivation technique Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Dust.

She wondered who created this technique; they were truly a little genius.

Step one of cultivation: Give yourself a stab.

“No destruction, no construction; construction after destruction,” Hua Ying stared intently at the ink on the page. “To achieve the Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Dust, I must first discard my previous cultivation?”

Cripple one’s own cultivation was no easy task; it was the equivalent of hacking open flesh and bone to scrape out the marrow.

Just thinking about it made Hua Ying’s scalp tingle.

System: Honey, are you really going to practice this?

Hua Ying bit her lip. “I’m doing it!”

She didn’t want to have her fate presided over by others like today, kneeling humilatingly for a crime she didn’t commit, yet unable to do anything about it.

As her Senior Sister said, this is not right.

Besides, she had spent so many points; if she didn’t practice, wouldn’t she be throwing money down the drain?

Practice! She had to practice, and she had to practice now!

Hua Ying took a deep breath. After adjusting her breathing, she bit her lip and quickly tapped several of her own acupoints.

Spiritual power drilled into her body through the acupoints, and her meridians twisted instantly. The intense pain caused her eyes to redden almost immediately.

Cold sweat poured down, her wet black hair sticking to her forehead. Her entire body felt as if it were soaking in a frigid pond.

Yet, her internal organs were burning with a searing pain. She could clearly feel the low-level spiritual power she had previously cultivated being uprooted from her body bit by bit.

The longer it lasted, the more agonizing it became.

Hua Ying clenched her fingers tight, her nails sinking deep into her palms.

Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, but she had no capacity to care.

The extreme pain nearly made her faint, until at the final moment, Hua Ying struggled to begin circulating the first move of the Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Dust.

It was as if amidst a raging inferno, a single snowflake had fallen.

The cool white snow met the scorching fire and vanished instantly.

At the start, the snow was as thin as ox hair and easily turned into smoke.

But soon, the snow fell layer upon layer, rustling down like tens of thousands of white moths throwing themselves onto the flames.

After an unknown amount of time, silence fell over the surroundings.

Between the empty wilderness, only a vast expanse of white remained. The last spark of fire flickered weakly a few times before it went out with a “pfft.”

Hua Ying opened her eyes, her gaze as bright as the stars.

The first move of the Nine Revolutions of Heavenly Dust was complete!

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