The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 1

At this moment, those dark blue star-like eyes were reflecting…

The clamor of voices filled the air.

Feng Jie opened her eyes and was instantly shocked by the scene before her, her pupils trembling.

The first thing that caught her eye was the cold gleam of a silver sword. Following the blade to its tip, she saw a woman, slender and resilient like bamboo, swaying unsteadily. Her right shoulder was frail, and a vivid crimson stain spread widely from the wound.

Simultaneously, blood continuously dripped from the sword, splattering and blooming like red plum blossoms on the woman’s snow-white skirt, starkly conspicuous.

A gust of wind brushed past, carrying with it the thick, metallic scent of rust.

Feng Jie instinctively held her breath and looked down—only to find herself gripping the sword’s hilt!

But that wasn’t the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was that she couldn’t hold back any longer.

A wave of crimson overwhelmed her senses.

Oh no, it’s over… She fainted at the sight of blood!

Staggering forward, Feng Jie nearly lost her balance.

“Squelch—”

Faintly, she heard the sound of the sword deeply piercing flesh.

Her vision still blurry, Feng Jie released the hilt and quickly adjusted her gaze, turning away. Only then did her sight clear slightly.

In the distance, mist-shrouded immortal mountains loomed. Beneath her feet was a plaza encircled by marble pillars. Before her stood a scattering of young men in white Taoist robes, holding swords in their arms. In the distance, more people were arriving with swords in hand…

Feng Jie noticed that each of them wore a strikingly vivid jade-green talisman at their waist, clearly inscribed with the words “Bixia Sect.”

Just then, a “thud” echoed—

Someone had collapsed.

Whether it was due to the bizarre and unfamiliar surroundings or the unsettling realism of the sound she’d heard while stumbling, Feng Jie suddenly dared not look back. She stood frozen in place, utterly bewildered, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

At that moment, many of the people in front of her glanced behind her, then withdrew their gazes, some even looking pleased. “Gongsun Muhan is dead! Little Junior Sister has accomplished a great deed!”

Gongsun Muhan?

Dead?!

Life is precious. Feng Jie frantically patted her pockets, wanting to call an ambulance to save the person, only to realize she had left her phone at home!

Had she lost her mind this morning, going out without her phone…? How could she manage without it…

Forget it—she couldn’t worry about her hemophobia now. She was just about to turn around and try to save the person.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand, turned her by the shoulders, and scrutinized her from head to toe. “Xiao Jie, are you alright? You look pale.”

Xiao Jie? Feng Jie was taken aback. The address felt strangely familiar.

Seeing that she was unharmed, the woman released her hand and sighed, hesitating slightly as she said, “But Junior Sister, killing her outright was a bit rash. You should’ve let the elders from the Discipline Hall handle it.”

Just then, a red-haired youth with dreadlocks emerged from nowhere, pushing through the crowd and rushing in to retort loudly, “She dared to kill Third Uncle—she deserved to die! Gongsun Muhan got what was coming to her!”

As he spoke, he even raised his sword as if to deliver a finishing blow, but those nearby hurriedly restrained him.

What in the world was going on? Why wasn’t anyone trying to save her?

Had she really killed someone?!

Panic surged within her. She was still so young—was she about to be served a “iron rice bowl” (life imprisonment)…?

Feng Jie broke free from the woman’s grasp and was about to turn around when she noticed the people in front of her had suddenly frozen. The entire scene seemed to have been paused.

An incredibly adorable little green dumpling, with big eyes, a small mouth, and a fluffy long tail—a mysterious creature resembling a cotton candy puff—appeared before Feng Jie.

“Holy moly!”

Sprite exclaimed, “What’s going on here? Did you kill her?”

It had only been two minutes late for the mission handover.

Two minutes!

And she had already run her target through with a single sword strike…

Feng Jie snapped back to reality, nearly dropping to her knees in remorse. “Th-this, I—it wasn’t on purpose.”

Involuntary manslaughter—with a good attitude, it probably wouldn’t lead to the death penalty…

Sprite thought, Oh well, what system would hold a grudge against its host?

“I can save her.”

As long as she can be saved, Feng Jie breathed a heavy sigh of relief inwardly.

“Now you have two choices: one, accept the mission; or two—death.”

“Huh? What?”

“As you can see, this isn’t some film or short drama set. This is a real, alternate world. You’ve crossed over and taken over the body of Feng Jie, who shares your name.”

Feng Jie couldn’t hold back a gasp. Her mind had just been flooded with the fact that she had traveled through time, and before she could even process it, she heard it speak again.

“So, do you choose to accept the mission, or…”

Feng Jie rolled her eyes inwardly. She had no choice but to accept the mission.

“What if the mission is too difficult and I fail?”

“If the mission target dies, you die too.”

…

In other words, the only way she could survive was by successfully completing the mission—otherwise, death was certain.

Sprite expected Feng Jie to protest, but instead, she calmly nodded in acceptance, showing no signs of making a fuss.

In a corner where Sprite couldn’t see, Feng Jie tentatively reached for her own waist.

Ouch— It hurt. It was real… really real.

She released her grip and clenched her fist again, thinking it over.

Running away wasn’t her style, and besides, this was her only option now.

Connecting the dots with what had just happened, she guessed, “So the mission is to save that woman from earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, then I’ll make sure to control myself and not accidentally kill her again.”

“It’s not as simple as just sheathing your sword to save her.”

“According to the original storyline, she becomes the ultimate villain of this world, eventually self-destructing and destroying everything. Now, we’ve reset the timeline back to just before her descent into darkness, and you are the key trigger for her early corruption. As her junior sister, you’ve ostracized, framed, and humiliated her… Only by preventing her from becoming the villain, from destroying the world and herself, will you truly have saved her.”

Save the beautiful villainess senior sister?

It seemed the only way back was to accept this mission. Yesterday, her grandmother had suddenly fallen ill, and she had rushed her to the hospital, not even having time to notify her parents, who were traveling abroad.

At this thought, the light in Feng Jie’s eyes dimmed.

“Have you made your decision?”

She nodded. “I accept the mission.”

Sprite cut to the chase: “The current situation is, you accidentally killed your martial uncle and pinned the blame on Gongsun Muhan, claiming she was the murderer. To keep her from revealing the truth, you decided to strike first and kill her directly.”

“Ouch, but I’ve already stabbed her with my sword?”

Sprite’s tone grew more urgent. “You didn’t hit her vital meridians just now. As long as you don’t accidentally run her through again, she can be saved.”

“Whatever you do, don’t let her die again. I’m going into hibernation immediately—there won’t be another chance to restart.”

By the end of Sprite’s words, its voice grew increasingly weak. Freezing the interface and restarting the timeline had consumed too much energy, and it could barely hold on.

Out of thin air, it conjured a set of indicators and a book floating in mid-air. With a faint, breathless voice, it continued, “This is Gongsun Muhan’s malice index toward destroying this world—simply put, it’s her desire to kill. This book contains the original plot; you can use it as a reference—”

Before Feng Jie could say anything, the surrounding air rippled as if flowing patterns had suddenly appeared.

The cold touch of the sword hilt, the resistance of the blade pressing against Gongsun Muhan’s body, the murmurs and urging of the crowd in her ears…

The moment Sprite vanished, the timeline reset to its origin.

This time, Feng Jie’s gaze fixed directly on Gongsun Muhan’s face, deliberately avoiding the splatters of blood on her body.

Her ink-black hair was tied up neatly with a simple green bamboo hairpin. Her eyebrows arched like distant mountains tinged with dusk, and the corners of her eyes lifted slightly, yet they seemed to hold a thousand layers of frost, capable of freezing anyone from miles away.

At that moment, those dark blue star-like eyes reflected the cold gleam of the sword, staring intently at her.

Hiss—it really was freezing, like plunging into an icy abyss.

Feng Jie quickly closed her eyes, refusing to look at Gongsun Muhan any longer. Taking a deep breath, her mind raced.

The sword embedded in the martial uncle’s chest was indeed Gongsun Muhan’s.

So, if she were to tell everyone now that the martial uncle wasn’t killed by her senior sister, but that she had accidentally killed him herself, no one would likely believe her.

They might even say that Feng Jie was being kind-hearted, trying to absolve her senior sister of guilt, which would only deepen their resentment toward Gongsun Muhan.

If she did that, she’d be nothing but a hypocritical, two-faced schemer.

Suddenly, an idea struck her.

What if she had been possessed by some evil entity? Then her contradictory actions would make sense. Didn’t those cultivation novels often mention puppet techniques? Spells that could control others?

She decisively let go of the sword. With a clang, it fell to the ground.

Feng Jie immediately launched into a series of actions: squatting, hugging her knees, lowering her head, and starting to cry…

“Ah, what did I just do?”

“What in the world is going on—how was I controlled… sob, sob…”

The senior brothers and sisters exchanged bewildered glances, momentarily unable to process the situation.

What was happening?

Their junior sister claimed she had been controlled?

Meanwhile, Gongsun Muhan struggled to steady herself, one hand pressed against her wound, watching coldly and silently from the sidelines.

Feng Jie’s loud sobs tugged at the heartstrings of several senior sisters nearby. They hurried over, surrounding Feng Jie and squatting down to ask gently, “Junior sister, what’s wrong? Tell us, we’ll stand up for you.”

“Little junior sister, don’t cry. Your senior sisters and brothers are all here.”

…

With the crowd gathered tightly around her, they probably wouldn’t see the blood. Feng Jie lifted her head, deliberately revealing her red, swollen eyes from rubbing, sniffled, and slowly explained:

“The martial uncle wasn’t killed by senior sister—it was me, sob, sob… Just now, something took control of my body. I felt sealed away, forced to watch as my own hands took senior sister’s sword, accidentally killed the martial uncle, and then framed senior sister, even trying to kill her. It took all my strength to break free… Really, it truly wasn’t senior sister.”

After speaking, Feng Jie lowered her head again, sobbing and sniffling, looking utterly ashamed.

She smiled with satisfaction in her heart. Not only had she reasonably cleared Gongsun Muhan’s name, but she had also managed to exonerate herself. Killing two birds with one stone—truly brilliant.

Although Feng Jie said this, no one truly believed that their beloved junior sister could have done such a thing.

Her ears were filled with voices of comfort and concern. It had been a long time since she had felt this cared for, ever since her parents and younger brother had gone abroad for a vacation.

Seeing Feng Jie, who was reluctant to leave the warmth and kind words of the crowd, and the barely suppressed joy in her eyes—

“Heh—” Gongsun Muhan curled her lips into a cold sneer.

But in the blink of an eye, that trace of mockery vanished into the depths of her ink-blue gaze, leaving her eyes as calm as a windless sea. Summoning her last ounce of strength, she turned and walked away.

Feng Jie, completely absorbed in the moment, failed to notice that her target had already left and was now far away.

“Stop! This matter hasn’t been cleared up yet. Are you trying to flee to avoid punishment?”

Lu Yishu—their senior brother—spoke sternly, his tone righteous as he watched Gongsun Muhan attempt to leave.

Gongsun Muhan, dragging her severely injured body, continued forward without looking back.

Thud—

Just then, the red-haired boy with dreadlocks rushed out again and kicked her forcefully.

The kick was infused with spiritual energy, sending Gongsun Muhan crashing heavily to the ground. The internal injuries from her earlier fight flared up, and she could no longer suppress the surging blood in her throat. It gushed out from her mouth in a violent spray.

“Senior brother is speaking to you! What’s with that attitude? You ill-mannered wretch!”

Gongsun Muhan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her gaze sharp as an arrow, shooting straight toward him.

“What are you glaring at? Still not convinced? Junior sister is too kind—she’s giving you face, and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“Pah!” he spat, delivering another kick and even spitting on her before grinding his foot into the ground.

“Hey, why aren’t you glaring anymore?” He yanked her hair, forcing her head up.

For some reason, in the split second Gongsun Muhan lowered and then raised her eyelids, the hatred and murderous intent in her eyes had transformed into fear and evasion.

“How boring.”

The boy channeled his spiritual energy and flung Gongsun Muhan away with a wave of his hand.

“Hahaha, truly a worthless piece of trash with such low spiritual power…”

Another surge of blood rose in Gongsun Muhan’s chest, and she vomited a large mouthful of blood.

In the last second before she feigned unconsciousness, her peripheral vision caught Feng Jie, still surrounded and protected like the moon embraced by stars…

Meanwhile, seeing that Feng Jie had finally shown a smile, her senior sisters concluded their patient comforting. They stepped aside slightly, allowing Feng Jie’s line of sight to gradually widen.

Who’s laughing? It sounds awful.

Before she could locate the source of the laughter, an emotionless announcement echoed in her mind:

[Malice Index increased by 10 points. Current total: 60 points.]

At the same time, she heard Gongsun Muhan’s name. Jolted, she sprang to her feet and pushed through the crowd.

Dozens of meters away, beside a marble pillar, blood was splattered on the ground and stained her clothes—

Instantly, her mind spun, and her stomach churned violently. Fighting back dizziness from the sight of blood and the sharp pain in her chest, Feng Jie stumbled toward Gongsun Muhan, who lay at the center of the bloodstains.

Just as she reached her, she lost her balance and fell with a thud beside Gongsun Muhan. Struggling, she knelt up and lifted Gongsun Muhan, her hand trembling as she reached out.

Thankfully, there was still a faint breath.

Dizziness, a tearing sensation, and a roaring noise… washed over her once again.

If she didn’t save Gongsun Muhan, she would die—and then she would never return to the modern world…

With all her might, she tried to open her mouth, but only managed to form a faint, barely audible whisper.

“Save her… please, save her—”

The next second, she fainted, still holding Gongsun Muhan tightly in her arms.