The Drama Queen Faked Her Death, Only To Be Obsessively Pampered By A Gloomy Daddy Type Alpha - Chapter 2

Within the “Step into Heaven” realm, there is one crypt, two mounds, and three gates. They were currently located in the left mound of the two, where swords were thrust into the earth without sheathes, signifying “Dead Swords.”

This meant they were masterless and useless blades.

Yu Zhihuai had lived here for centuries, if not a millennium. He considered himself intimately familiar with the place, but ever since he ran away with Xiao Wutong, he hadn’t returned for many years. He truly wasn’t sure if these sword spirits still recognized him as the Master of Ten Thousand Swords.

After all, that split personality snake hadn’t recognized him in ages, he was only well-acquainted with the “green” consciousness and could only deceive it with brief spells.

Behind him, the Serpent King followed like a haunting ghost. As they ran, its massive tail swept away everything in the Sword Crypt. For fifteen minutes, the “he fled while it chased” pursuit continued until Yu Zhihuai’s frail body couldn’t take it anymore. He rolled into a sword coffin and began calling out: “Yu Miu? Yu Miu? Are you there?”

Yu Miu was his natal sword spirit.

The Step into Heaven Sword Crypt was unlike any other. Perhaps because the swords were left behind from thousands of years ago, many of them possessed their own consciousness.

The world categorized swords, mystic realms, and herbs into four grades: Ancestral, Saint, Profound, and Mortal. Ordinary blacksmiths forged Profound grade swords, but in Step into Heaven, even the lowest grade was Saint grade. This was why people flocked here in droves.

Yu Zhihuai was the most unique existence in this crypt, the only Ancestral grade sword spirit. He was also the only one with a natal sword spirit that followed him through every cycle of reincarnation.

“Meow.”

A cat’s cry echoed in his mind. The phantom image of a leopard cat, about the size of a palm, appeared on his shoulder. Looking as though it had just woken up, it spoke with a young man’s voice laced with drowsiness. “Ah… Yu Zhihuai, why are you being chased again?”

“It’s not a person this time, we’re in Step into Heaven!” Yu Zhihuai hissed.

The leopard cat jolted, its fur standing on end from fear. “Step into Heaven?! Why are you back here? Didn’t I remember you jumping into the Sword Furnace?!”

The sword coffin was cramped and sweltering. Yu Zhihuai found it strange himself. He turned to the phantom on his shoulder. “I’ve been reborn. Reborn at…”

Wait, what on earth was this?

“…Reborn on the night Xiao Wutong rejected you?” The leopard cat was speechless. “Isn’t that the story from the web novel you heard back at the Xiao family?”

Yu Zhihuai: “…Stop bringing up sore subjects! Shut up! Think of something! That split-personality snake is right outside!”

With a loud BOOM, the sword coffin was ripped open. The giant blue Serpent King lunged with its bloody maw wide open, its sharp fangs dripping with gore.

Yu Zhihuai rolled away again. The various trinkets and his pearl shawl scattered across the floor, but the blue pendant on his forehead remained steady.

“I-I-I remember! This blue consciousness is starved for affection! Quick, coax him! Just coax him and it’ll be fine!” The leopard cat trembled. “Just put him to sleep! He can’t leave the crypt anyway!”

Yu Zhihuai: “…” So it really is a Melancholy Blue.

In the gap of hesitation, the snake swept its tail again. Scared out of his wits, Yu Zhihuai scrambled. It was pitch black here, his dark eyes reflecting only a faint blue light. “How do I put him to sleep? I don’t even have an instrument!”

The cat barked back, “Idiot! How could you forget? This sword coffin is where you lived as a child, there’s a guqin over there!”

Yu Zhihuai froze for a second, then quickly lunged toward the ancient zither. With a flick of his fingers, a sound like a clear mountain spring flowed out, crisp, pure, and beautiful.

As the sound waves traveled through the space, the Serpent King dazed over. It closed its eyes, its massive body swaying before collapsing onto the ground.

Yu Zhihuai didn’t dare stop. He continued plucking the strings, his fingers, white as jade, moving rapidly like light butterflies.

A silver butterfly flew across thousands of miles, landing above the misty clouds. Beneath the fog lay a territory shaped like an auspicious dragon. Above the city gates, written in a bold, sweeping script, were the words:

Yinxu.

Inside the Xiao Family Immortal Estate

“Sword Venerable! Sword Venerable! Someone has broken into Step into Heaven!”

A young disciple rushed through the eight halls and eleven terraces, holding a letter. He knelt by the Demon Slaying Platform, carefully lifting his head.

Yinxu was the most vital defense against the demon race. It housed the Demon Slaying Platform internally and bordered the Demon Abyss externally, reckless demons often came to provoke them.

Currently, on the platform, strange black demonic creatures were being strangled by a long whip.

The owner of the whip sat in the main seat, clad in black robes. His eyes were closed as if he were resting. Xiao Wutong didn’t even open his eyes.

However, a person beside him, shaking a fan, looked at the disciple in surprise. “Step into Heaven has been locked for so many years. How could someone break in? Do we know who it is?”

“I… I don’t know. It seems to be led by someone named Yu…”

Xiao Wutong snapped his eyes open.

Step into Heaven Sword Crypt

Yu Zhihuai gently released the strings. Feeling it was enough, he stood up and strolled over with his hands behind his back to check on the split-personality snake.

He extended a foot and gave the Serpent King a little kick.

The snake’s eyelid twitched. Startled, Yu Zhihuai pulled his foot back so fast the pendant on his forehead swung. The leopard cat, which was currently braiding his hair, smacked his neck to tell him to hold still!

His hair looked like it had been hit by a cannon, and he had been rolling around with a bird’s nest on his head.

The Serpent King stayed asleep: “…”

Yu Zhihuai let out a breath. The leopard cat worked quickly, soon gathering his messy long hair into a single braid draped over his left shoulder.

When Yu Zhihuai died in his past life, he was only twenty. He hadn’t spent many years in the human world. Natal sword spirits were usually the same gender as their masters and were born to do these things, to help the Ancestral grade spirit blend into human society.

“The braid should be on the right!” Yu Zhihuai muttered while picking up his scattered trinkets. “This Qin Pinyu… his imitation of me is actually quite thorough. Is this a small night-luminescent pearl from the Bei family of Wangxing Island?”

It was common knowledge that from the moment the Ancestral-grade sword spirit entered the world, he loved pearls, shells, and shiny little things.

The leopard cat asked, “Have you thought of a way out? How will you face the world? And…” It paused. “How will you face Xiao Wutong?”

Yu Zhihuai’s eyes flickered. He turned back in disbelief. “Face Xiao Wutong? How could I possibly let him know I’m still alive?”

Recalling the past, he still remembered the blazing Sword Furnace. That man in black had stood in the distance, his handsome face filled with gloom, threatening: “Yu Zhihuai, if you jump, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life.”

Regret my foot!

He wouldn’t regret a thing! Without Xiao Wutong, he would only be more free!

Yu Zhihuai snorted, his water-blue eyes darting around as if brewing a mischievous plan. “Why should I worry about facing him? I look different now, and this is a real, physical body. It’s impossible for him to find me. Look, feel this, this body has broken spiritual veins, it’s a total waste! Someone like this wouldn’t even catch a second glance from Xiao Wutong!”

The cat reached out to touch his hand, then suddenly paused. It looked angry yet confused. “How are your spiritual veins broken? It looks like they were…”

Suddenly, screams from outside interrupted the cat. It was the group of youths from earlier.

Yu Zhihuai was puzzled. “Why did you guys circle back here? Didn’t I tell you to follow the White Souls?”

Jiang Mingxue had suffered heavy losses, most of his secret guards were dead. He said with a dark face, “Don’t even get me started. Those White Souls were the ones who led us here!”

Yu Zhihuai frowned.

White Souls were creatures in Step into Heaven besides the sword spirits, similar to flower or grass spirits. they were usually very friendly to outsiders. There was no reason they wouldn’t lead these people out.

Unless… they sensed his aura and thought these people were looking for him?

“That doesn’t make sense…” Yu Zhihuai murmured.

The youths looked around. Jiang Mingxue narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the sleeping Serpent King.

“How did you make this snake sleep?” Zhou Qing asked in surprise, leaning closer to Yu Zhihuai.

Jiang Mingxue looked up. “Xiao Yu, you seem very familiar with this place. You even knew the White Souls could lead the way?”

In the dim crypt, nothing could be seen clearly. Hearing this, Yu Zhihuai’s brow arched, his expression unreadable.

The cat saw the flash of impatience on his face and was about to soothe him when Yu Zhihuai spoke coldly: “I read it in a book.”

Zhou Qing realized and patted his shoulder. But Jiang Mingxue’s eyes flashed; he suddenly threw his sword at the Serpent King.

The snake snapped awake, thrashing its tail and letting out a roar that shook the entire crypt.

“Jiang Mingxue! What are you doing?!” the youths screamed.

Yu Zhihuai hadn’t expected this. He lunged back to the guqin, striking several notes to barely suppress the snake again. Then, he looked up, his eyes like ice.

Jiang Mingxue didn’t seem to notice. He crossed his arms and sneered, “Qin Pinyu, you don’t seem scared at all… Is it because you have a protector that you’re so arrogant?”

Yu Zhihuai’s heart skipped a beat. He thought this boy was from some ancient family and had seen through his rebirth. Even the cat on his shoulder was half-paralyzed with shock. Rebirth via possession was a grave crime…

But Jiang Mingxue continued, “Before entering Step into Heaven, what did Ji Qinghui give you to protect yourself? This guqin?”

Yu Zhihuai looked confused. Who is Ji Qinghui?

Before he could react, Zhou Qing snapped, “Enough! Xiao Yu doesn’t even like Ji Qinghui. Just because you like that idiot doesn’t mean everyone does!”

At that moment, Yu Zhihuai finally understood where Jiang Mingxue’s subtle hostility came from. It was all because of this entanglement.

This body’s appearance was excellent. Those who had seen both Yu Zhihuai and Qin Pinyu said they shared a sixty percent resemblance. Qin Pinyu was apparently a bit slow-witted, as he had happily replied to such comments by saying: “That’s great then, the Sword Spirit Lord is the world’s number one beauty.”

Ji Qinghui was one of Qin Pinyu’s suitors. He had supposedly “fried his brain” at sixteen and only listened to Qin Pinyu, which caused Qin Pinyu’s status in the Qinghui Sect to skyrocket.

Yu Zhihuai guessed this was why Qin Pinyu refused to announce he had a fiancé. As for whether Ji Qinghui was chasing the face or the person, that was unknown.

Young love often leads to irrationality. Seeing his “crush” insulted, Jiang Mingxue shouted, “Zhou Qing! You’re just an outer disciple, how dare you speak about the Young Master of the Qinghui Sect like that!”

Yu Zhihuai’s head throbbed. He rubbed his temples helplessly. “Is this really worth an argument?”

The youths who weren’t arguing looked at Yu Zhihuai with eyes that said: Exactly! Is this little thing worth waking up the Serpent King?! So, Brother Xiao Yu, do you actually have a way out?!