The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 2

Why would Bai Fenghe go out of her way to summon a lowly servant? Given the circumstances, that scumbag Sect Master must have stewed in her anger until she reached a breaking point, only calling for her now to finish the job.

The original owner had truly left her a monumental mess.

“Are you the immortal servant named Cui?” That ethereal voice rose again. Yun Chuanzhi blinked her wind-teared eyes and looked up, reflexively holding her breath.

Several immortal servants in green robes with black hair buns stood elegantly before her. The thin twilight draped over their layered gauze skirts. The leader had a face as smooth as jade and eyes cast downward, looking at Yun Chuanzhi with cold condescension.

As expected of the divinely blessed Qianyuan Realm; even a minor servant was born with such beauty.

In that light, the peasant woman’s words from earlier weren’t entirely without reason. Surrounded by such beautiful faces every day, why would that scumbag Sect Master ever take an interest in a sallow, emaciated little girl like the original owner?

“I am,” Yun Chuanzhi replied.

Fortunately, to avoid drawing attention, she had hidden the fainted woman under a woodpile outside the window. Had she been discovered, it would have been just one more headache.

The woman at the lead said nothing, measuring Yun Chuanzhi from head to toe. Her gaze lingered for a moment on Yun Chuanzhi’s face, which was a mess of dried blood and filth, before quickly shifting away.

It was the look one gave to a piece of refuse, unsettling and cold.

Are all the people of Buxi Mountain this arrogant? Yun Chuanzhi shook her head inwardly. After she had made a name for herself through blood and steel in Wujian City, it had been a long time since anyone dared to look at her that way.

Truly, a tiger in the plains is bullied by dogs. Yun Chuanzhi felt a flicker of melancholy.

“Follow me,” the woman said, seemingly too bored to speak further, and turned to leave.

“Wait.” Yun Chuanzhi naturally had no desire to see Bai Fenghe. Hoping to struggle a bit more, she pressed a hand to her chest, feigning a severe injury. She coughed several times and said tremulously: “This servant…”

Unexpectedly, the woman didn’t even lift an eyelid. She continued: “Set your heart at ease. I know you were heavily injured by the Sect Master’s own hand for trying to seduce her.”

She emphasized the words “seduce her” with heavy sarcasm. Then, the woman raised her hand, and the servant behind her suddenly produced a carrying pole. “No matter. We shall tie you up and carry you there; no effort is required on your part.”

“This servant is cured.” Before the words had even finished echoing, the previously half-dead Yun Chuanzhi stood up abruptly and said with a smile: “Where is the Sect Master? I shall follow you.”

The leader’s unwavering expression finally cracked. She opened her mouth as if to say something but thought better of it and closed it.

She retracted the whip from Yun Chuanzhi’s body and stepped over the threshold. The surrounding servants closed in, escorting Yun Chuanzhi out of the building.

It was early spring. The sky was heavy with dark clouds, and the ground was pitted and muddy. Up on the high mountain, the landscape was desolate with barely a blade of green grass to be seen. Yun Chuanzhi glanced back; her dilapidated shack looked like a wart growing on a pile of mud. It was hard to believe a human lived there.

The other servants, however, were dressed glamorously. Their clothes, though elegant and simple, were light and airy. It was clear just how miserable life was for “Cui Ergou” as a branded slave.

Yun Chuanzhi’s grievances against Bai Fenghe grew a little more.

The mountain wilderness was silent, save for the rhythmic thumping of their footsteps. The lead servant walked with her head held high, occasionally glancing sideways at “Cui Ergou.”

She had seen this little slave before. The girl was usually clumsy, weak, and easily bullied, often beaten by other servants until she couldn’t lift her head. Even then, she would only huddle and cry, a target for anyone’s cruelty.

But the girl she saw today, despite her tattered clothes, had a calm and steady gaze. Facing what was likely her death, she was looking around, admiring flowers and birds like a newborn with boundless curiosity for the world.

Strange.

“Sister,” Yun Chuanzhi suddenly called out, pointing to a shivering wildflower in a rock crevice. “What is this?”

The woman stopped. “Just a wildflower. What else could it be?”

“Also, you foolish child, my name is Lingshui. I am already twenty-seven this year,” she added with a frown.

Yun Chuanzhi seemed not to hear the latter part. Instead, as if discovering a priceless treasure, she drifted into a crouch and touched the small white flower with her fingertip.

A living flower, the likes of which she had never seen.

She really was beaten stupid, Lingshui thought, a trace of understanding entering her gaze. She gestured for the other servants to pull her up and continue the journey.

She didn’t dare gamble with her master’s temper. If they were even a moment late, she might pay with her own life.

As they left the swaying branches of the wilderness, signs of human habitation began to appear. Jade-carved stone steps wound forward like a path to heaven. Unlike the celestial, ethereal peaks Yun Chuanzhi had imagined, this mountain showed no sign of immortal grace. Instead, it reeked of worldly wealth. Red pavilions and ornate windows stretched out in a line, hung with lanterns. From a distance, the colored lights formed a mountain of glow shimmering against the ridge.

Truly decadent and hedonistic, Yun Chuanzhi thought. She had already given up hope on saving her life. Buxi Mountain was one of the three major sects of the Qianyuan Realm; experts and masters were as common as leeks in a field. Any one of them could turn Wujian City upside down.

If this were her old self, she might have fought for a chance to escape. But with this tiny, frail body, she’d likely lose her soul before she even got away.

She might as well submit to Bai Fenghe; at least she could die a quick death.

Lost in thought, she was led into the hall. The other servants remained outside, leaving only Lingshui to accompany her in. The ceiling of the massive palace was painted with countless colorful images of the Yama Kings, looking bizarre and desolate.

Looking at those paintings, Yun Chuanzhi conjured an image of the Sect Master in her mind. Anyone who enjoyed this kind of decor must be a fierce, muscular woman with slanted eyes, holding a trident.

Passing through another door, the air grew much warmer. Two rows of shimmering gold pillars stood on either side. Behind the pillars were hollowed-out alcoves containing various statues, like two rows of majestic guards staring at the newcomers.

These were all valuable treasures. Yun Chuanzhi looked at them in a daze. If she could pry one loose and take it back to Wujian City, she wondered how many high-grade spirit stones she could trade it for.

Lingshui coughed beside her, snapping Yun Chuanzhi back to reality. She lowered her gaze and walked forward focused on her own path.

I’m about to die, why am I still thinking about these things?

Beyond the gold pillars, the sound of flowing music drifted toward them. The further they walked, the clearer it became. Strings played by an unknown combination of instruments echoed in the golden hall, thick with the scent of luxury and indulgence.

Behind a series of screens, a bustling scene—completely at odds with the cold exterior—burst into view. Dozens of lightly dressed beauties were dancing to the music. Their fragrance flooded her nose, and Yun Chuanzhi felt dizzy, reflexively covering her nose.

Indecent. Truly indecent. Having survived the hellish Wujian City, where she saw nothing but corpses or demonic beasts every day, she had never seen so many exposed legs. Her face flushed a deep red instantly, and she quickly turned her back.

Lingshui beside her was clearly uncomfortable as well, a rosy hue touching her pale face. She lowered her head and whispered: “Sect Master… Cui Ergou is here.”

There was no response for a long time. Eventually, a bell rang from behind the crowd. The music faded with the crisp sound, and the fluttering skirts of the dancers finally came to rest.

“Bring her up.”

A calm, melodic voice drifted from the front, like a drop of water falling into a deep pool. The voice was light, yet it landed firmly in everyone’s ears, making their hearts tremble.

Yun Chuanzhi was still dazing when Lingshui gave her a hard shove, forcing her into the throng of beauties.

The hall fell into a dead silence. The beauties moved aside like a receding tide, all lowering their heads, not daring to make a sound. Without the cluster of flowers blocking her view, Yun Chuanzhi finally saw the legendary scumbag Sect Master.

She was leaning sideways on a massive meditation chair, her eyes closed as if taking a nap. She wore a purple dress similar to the one in the memory, the hem sprawling down the steps like a blooming violet.

Two bare legs stretched out from the skirt, lazily draped over the armrest, her dangling ankles long and slender.

So white. That was Yun Chuanzhi’s first impression. Like a white hibiscus flower draped in purple gauze, elegant and soft.

Even without seeing her face clearly, for a fleeting second, she understood why the original owner had fallen so deeply for her.

Too bad she was Yun Chuanzhi.

“Kneel,” Bai Fenghe said softly.

Is everyone in the Qianyuan Realm an emperor? Do I have to kneel just to listen to them speak? Though Yun Chuanzhi was unwilling, her knees obediently hit the floor.

Bai Fenghe seemed satisfied with her submissiveness. She rose slowly, her feet—white as lotus roots—disappearing beneath her falling skirt as she stepped forward.

She leaned down slightly, a strand of dark, curled hair escaping from behind her ear to dangle before Yun Chuanzhi’s face. It carried a faint floral scent.

“You are the little servant named Cui?” Bai Fenghe paused, then suddenly reached out to pinch Yun Chuanzhi’s chin, forcing her face upward.

Bai Fenghe’s fingernails were light purple. Surprisingly, her fingertips were not cold, but radiated a gentle warmth.

Yun Chuanzhi finally saw her face clearly. Her eyes, shaped like willow leaves, were cast down, her dark lashes obscuring her pupils. The red makeup at the corners of her eyes spread like dawn clouds, and her lips were a striking crimson, likely painted with layers of the brightest rouge.

She was a peerless beauty. Yun Chuanzhi felt a moment of daze.

In that daze, the hand pinching her suddenly applied pressure. Bai Fenghe’s strength was immense; for a second, Yun Chuanzhi felt as if her jaw would be crushed in her palm.

“I hear from others that you covet this seat?”

Bai Fenghe’s voice came from above. Her tone held neither joy nor anger, as if echoing from the void, making one’s skin crawl.

This person was indeed extremely dangerous. Yun Chuanzhi clenched her fists in pain but did not speak.

The grip lasted so long that Yun Chuanzhi nearly lost her breath. Only then did the hand at her throat finally let go. Yun Chuanzhi lowered her head and began to cough.

It seemed her guess was correct; Bai Fenghe was here to take her life.

Bai Fenghe stood up, her cool skirt brushing against the tip of Yun Chuanzhi’s nose. Accepting her fate, Yun Chuanzhi straightened her back, waiting for whatever was to come.

However, after waiting for a while, nothing happened. She lifted her eyelids, only to see the previously violent scumbag Sect Master suddenly clutching her heart. Like a weak willow in early spring, she let out a soft whimper and collapsed into Yun Chuanzhi’s arms.

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