The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 12

Yun Chuanzhi retracted her earlier thought about Bai Fenghe having good fortune. She hadn’t expected the seemingly luxurious and serene Gundan Peak to be such a dragon’s den, where even a lowly immortal servant under Bai Fenghe’s command harbored such treacherous intent.

“Are, are you alright?” Yun Chuanzhi looked at Bai Fenghe. She didn’t know whether to support her or stay back, so she simply held her hands out in midair.

He Huan San was a relatively famous aphrodisiac in the cultivation world, but it was usually only effective against low-level practitioners. As for a cultivator like Bai Fenghe, she shouldn’t be so easily controlled.

However, looking at her increasingly flushed face and hazy eyes, the medicine had clearly taken hold.

As if guessing her thoughts, Bai Fenghe spoke in a low voice, “It was my own carelessness. Although I smelled the He Huan San earlier, I thought my cultivation would be enough to resist it, so I drank it anyway.”

“I simply forgot that my old illness flared up recently, leaving my body weak. Even with the help of spiritual energy, I cannot disperse it.”

Her voice sounded wrong now, as if coming from her nasal cavity, with soft, trailing ends that bordered on gasps. Her hands crashed into Yun Chuanzhi’s palms in a frantic search for direction, her fingers intertwining with Yun Chuanzhi’s in a scorching grip.

Yun Chuanzhi was so startled by the sudden intimacy she nearly jumped back, but out of duty as a personal servant, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

“I, you, I’ll go find Ling Shui.” Yun Chuanzhi turned to leave, but she was no match for Bai Fenghe’s strength. Before she could take a single step, she was yanked back to where she started.

“Why call her?” Bai Fenghe’s voice was soft as water, trickling into one’s heart, yet she gave a cold laugh. “Do you still naively believe someone could actually help this Sect Leader neutralize this He Huan San?”

…Well, what else then? Am I supposed to sleep with you? Yun Chuanzhi thought, though she naturally didn’t dare say it out loud.

“Stop dreaming. Every single one of them wants to kill me,” Bai Fenghe said softly. Despite her efforts to restrain herself, the trembling in her voice was evident.

“As you can see, scenes like today occur every few days.” Bai Fenghe could no longer hold herself up; her body slid down the desk to the floor like a piece of Xuan paper softened by water, drenched in sweat.

Yun Chuanzhi froze. “That many?”

Just how many wicked things had Bai Fenghe done to offend so many people?

“Mhm.” Bai Fenghe limply held Yun Chuanzhi’s hand. “I told you yesterday, I never trust anyone.”

“It’s just that I didn’t have time to deal with you before falling for this trap.” she forced a smile with all her strength. “You’ve had your way.”

“Had my way with what?” Yun Chuanzhi frowned. She crouched down in front of Bai Fenghe, tilting her head to look into her eyes.

Bai Fenghe paused, then spoke, “You’re not going to kill me?”

Honestly, she really wanted to. Yun Chuanzhi looked away. If Bai Fenghe hadn’t said that last sentence, she really might have done it.

But hearing that everyone in the peak wanted her dead, a sudden spark of compassion moved her.

Yun Chuanzhi never considered herself soft-hearted. In the past, she would slice through anyone who wronged her like they were cabbage, without her hand shaking once.

But she wasn’t a bloodthirsty maniac either. She wouldn’t touch those who didn’t cross her or those she found pitiable.

Ultimately, to her, killing was just a means to protect herself from being bullied.

“This slave wouldn’t dare.” Yun Chuanzhi spoke plainly. She turned her body while staying crouched, exposing her thin neck and back to Bai Fenghe.

She swayed slightly. “There, I’ll carry you.”

Such a weak body, looking like a blade of grass that could snap with a light touch. Bai Fenghe gazed at her, the light from the lamps flickering in her pupils. She remained silent for a long time.

“Didn’t you say yesterday you couldn’t carry me?” she asked.

“Carrying you down the mountain would be difficult, but carrying you back to the bed is definitely possible.” Yun Chuanzhi patted her dry shoulder. “I used to carry firewood all the time when I was a child. Get on.”

How dare she not use honorifics, Bai Fenghe thought about scolding her, but ultimately kept quiet and draped her arms around the girl’s neck.

As she said, she actually managed to lift her. Although her footsteps staggered for a while before she found her balance, looking like a desperate grasshopper, a curve actually appeared on Bai Fenghe’s lips. However, she quickly forced the smile down.

Fool, she thought.

The person she remembered as dusty and grimy actually smelled of a light fragrance, though the scent was very faint and vanished quickly.

Yun Chuanzhi swayed as she walked to the bedside, turning and falling onto the couch to set the woman down. She then jumped up and smoothed out her messy clothes.

The woman before her was drenched in sweat, her dark hair stuck behind her ears, her cheeks pale to the point of transparency. She rolled over on the couch, her fingers clutching the brocade beneath her.

Her slender fingers were as vivid as flower petals. Yun Chuanzhi felt a wave of heat in her heart, so she turned her back and pretended to pour tea.

In truth, her mind was spinning like hundreds of windmills, so fast that heat seemed to rise from her ears. In this situation, what should she do as an immortal servant?

Running away would be a dereliction of duty, seeking a physician was forbidden, and she had no spiritual power to help neutralize the drug. That only left, Yun Chuanzhi took a deep breath, turned with the tea, and met the pair of reddened willow-leaf eyes on the couch.

She gritted her teeth. “Or, perhaps this servant should help you?”

The woman before her was silent for a long time. She lowered her brows and spoke, “Why are you making that face? Is helping me so distasteful to you?”

“It’s alright.” Yun Chuanzhi rubbed her nose, her eyes not daring to look at Bai Fenghe.

While such things might be common for Bai Fenghe, for her, it was rather embarrassing.

“Get out.” For the first time, Bai Fenghe understood what it felt like to be so angry she laughed. She lowered her voice. “Get out.”

Hearing this, Yun Chuanzhi felt as if she’d received a grand pardon. She didn’t dare stay for a second longer. Giving a quick acknowledgment, she bolted out of the sleeping palace, her weak body moving so fast she left an afterimage. Seeing this, Bai Fenghe’s blood pressure spiked even further.

She raised her hand to close the door. A surge of spiritual power sent the heavy door slamming against the wall, causing half the door to clatter to the floor.

“Your little game backfired, didn’t it?” A mocking voice rang out from the side. The iron puppet hopped out from somewhere and sat down in front of Bai Fenghe. “The legendary, charming Bai Fenghe actually lost several rounds in a row to a tiny immortal servant.”

Bai Fenghe ignored it. A purple light swirled from her palm and pressed into her chest. Spiritual energy circulated through her meridians, quickly forcing the remaining medicinal effects out of her body, where they dissipated as mist.

“She is a demon of unknown origin, not some ordinary little servant.” Bai Fenghe collapsed onto the couch with a tired look, propping up her chin.

“I didn’t want to cause trouble today, but that Pei-whatever person had to go and seek death. Since the opportunity arose, why not test Cui Ergou a bit?”

“You’ve tricked and tested her repeatedly, and she hasn’t shown any slips, has she?” The iron puppet spread its hands. “I think that girl doesn’t have any hidden intentions. Just let her be.”

“Even if she hasn’t slipped up yet, she is truly annoying.” While checking her long fingers for any damage, Bai Fenghe sneered. “Just thinking about the expression she made just now fills me with rage.”

There were countless people in this world who hated Bai Fenghe, but of those who truly found her distasteful, that little servant was the only one.

“Go out. I’m resting.” Saying this, Bai Fenghe extinguished the lamps in the palace. The mountain night was like a hundred-foot-deep pool, dark and without a single ripple.

Those willow-leaf eyes opened and closed in the darkness for a very long time. It wasn’t until a glow appeared in the sky that she finally drifted into a light sleep.

Yun Chuanzhi, on the other hand, fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Her sleep was peaceful and long. When she woke up, her entire body felt light.

Such a beautiful environment was truly suited for rest. Yun Chuanzhi lay in bed stretching her back. The morning light covered the furniture like a layer of mist, making everything look hazy and indistinct.

She lingered in bed for a while longer, until the distant mountain peaks were drenched in gold. Only then did she yawn and stand up, pushing open the window to listen to the birds and insects.

The terrain of Fengchun Pavilion was high. From the window, she could see the main peak of Mount Buxi shrouded in mist. Between the two peaks were fragmented mountain ranges, with the endlessly rushing Liuyuan River rolling through the center of the mountains, carrying countless waves toward the Great Sea in the east.

Legend had it that the Creator Immortal, Venerable Liuyuan, split ten thousand mountains with a single sword stroke. The mountain streams gathered to form the Liuyuan River, and the highest peak among them became Mount Buxi.

Yun Chuanzhi had only heard these stories from the fallen immortals in Wujian City. Seeing it with her own eyes now, her heart couldn’t help but stir.

If only she could open her spiritual root. Although in this life she only wanted to stay away from conflict and be a “flat-lying” rice worm, having the help of spiritual power for daily life would be better after all.

She took out the stone puppet that had absorbed Bai Fenghe’s spiritual energy. The puppet gave off a faint purple glow, swaying back and forth in front of her.

For instance, if she had spiritual power now, she would only need to write a few talisman arrays to give this puppet intelligence and speech. But she had none now, so the puppet could only be a puppet.

She wondered about the natural talent of this body. If a mortal wanted to open their spiritual root, they either had to be born with excellent potential or have the help of a cultivator. Excellent potential was definitely out of the question, but if she needed a cultivator’s help.

In her previous life, her spiritual root was obtained with the help of that person. But on this strictly hierarchical Mount Buxi, where would she find a cultivator willing to help a tiny immortal slave open her spiritual root?

She frowned in thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. Her eyes lit up instantly.

“I’ve got it.” She smiled and clapped her hands.

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