The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 3

The hall was deathly silent. The beauties held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound. Outside the crowd, Lingshui kept her head lowered so far it seemed as if she wanted to bury it in the ground.

Yun Chuanzhi was stunned. She looked back at the crowd, but seeing that no one dared to meet her eyes, she turned back around. She gazed at the woman in her arms with a complex expression.

Bai Fenghe seemed to be dizzy; she had one arm draped around Yun Chuanzhi’s neck while the other lightly massaged her temple. Her soft back leaned against Yun Chuanzhi’s extended arm, rising and falling with her breath.

Didn’t Bai Fenghe loathe Cui Ergou? What was this situation?

“I am feeling unwell. All of you may leave,” Bai Fenghe spoke softly from her position in Yun Chuanzhi’s arms. The beauties and Lingshui bowed and retreated.

Yun Chuanzhi wanted to leave as well, but a hand pressed down on her shoulder. “Did I tell you that you could move?”

When Bai Fenghe spoke in that low, deep voice, every word seemed to carry a heavy weight of authority. Yun Chuanzhi’s heart tightened.

Beautiful as she was, her personality was unpredictable, like a glamorous, venomous snake.

“If the Sect Master is unwell, you should call for a medical immortal,” Yun Chuanzhi said.

“Since when do I need you to tell me what to do?” Bai Fenghe laughed. A sharp fingernail slid from Yun Chuanzhi’s chin down to her throat, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

Fine, she would shut up. Yun Chuanzhi wanted to roll her eyes, but she restrained herself.

“My body is weak; I easily catch a cold when the weather turns chilly,” Bai Fenghe said gently, her eyes fixed on Yun Chuanzhi. “There is no need for a medical immortal. I only need to lie down for a while.”

In the rumors, she didn’t seem like this at all. And with such strong spiritual pressure, how could she be considered weak?

Bai Fenghe looked at Yun Chuanzhi’s clenched fists. “Since you have coveted me for so long, why are you unwilling to be close to me now?”

As she spoke, her fingertips lightly pinched Yun Chuanzhi’s hand and placed it on her waist. Even through several layers of fabric, the woman’s skin felt soft, like cotton dried thoroughly in the sun, radiating a steady heat.

Yun Chuanzhi had never been this intimate with anyone. She pulled her hand back into her sleeve the moment she touched her, pulling back her wavering gaze as well.

She is testing me. Drums rolled in Yun Chuanzhi’s heart. Could it be that Bai Fenghe already knew she wasn’t Cui Ergou?

But the Soul Sacrifice technique was extremely well-hidden; it was difficult to detect even if one were on the scene. How could Bai Fenghe possess such incredible ability?

“In response to the Sect Master… this servant… does not dare,” Yun Chuanzhi replied.

“You don’t dare?” Bai Fenghe suddenly let out a string of bell-like laughter, shaking like a blossoming branch. “Your courage was the greatest of all. How could you not dare?”

What exactly did Cui Ergou do yesterday? Why wasn’t such an important event in the memories! Yun Chuanzhi was exhausted.

Should I just kill myself?

She kept her head down and didn’t see the gaze Bai Fenghe was giving her. It was a gaze that gradually became sharp, like a storm, before quickly returning to a calm surface.

“Lingshui,” Bai Fenghe suddenly called out. She pushed away from Yun Chuanzhi, rose elegantly, and covered her lips as she coughed a few times. “Take Little Immortal Servant Cui to get cleaned up first. Give her some healing pills.”

Lingshui, waiting outside the screen, acknowledged the command. She stepped forward to lead away the relieved Yun Chuanzhi. Once their silhouettes disappeared, Bai Fenghe lowered her hand and stood straight.

The light and shadow divided her face into bright and dark zones. The dark side of her profile was covered in shadows, looking as if she were wearing half of a pitch-black demonic mask.

She returned to her sleeping quarters. Stars had already appeared in the sky, but the weak starlight could not penetrate the luxuriously decorated building.

Bai Fenghe raised a slender hand, and a spark jumped from her fingertip to the surrounding area. The lamps lit up one by one, illuminating the old scrolls before her.

“White Ball,” she spoke. With a strange clicking sound, a round, heavy iron lump hopped onto the table.

“What do you want now!” The iron lump actually spoke. It was a puppet in the shape of a human figurine, and its voice was hoarse and grating.

“I am already old! If you keep calling for me like this, I will fall apart sooner or later!”

Bai Fenghe ignored its complaints and spoke to herself. “I just saw that servant. Her appearance hasn’t changed, but her conduct is much more indifferent.”

“It seems the white-browed old man from last night’s dream wasn’t lying. This Cui Ergou has indeed been possessed by a demon.”

“Are you sure? Don’t go framing a good person.”

“A good person?” Bai Fenghe curled her lips mockingly. “Do you know how complex the Soul Sacrifice technique is? Even I would have to expend some effort. How could a little servant like Cui Ergou learn it?”

“Besides, even if she is framed, so what? Since when does this Sect Master need a reason to frame someone?”

The iron lump didn’t speak, but it made several eccentric faces.

Bai Fenghe didn’t mind and continued, “Now, as you said, I am feigning physical weakness to keep her steady for now.”

“Are you sure you’re acting well enough? She didn’t get suspicious?” The iron puppet hopped twice.

“This Sect Master’s acting has long been perfected. Do not run your mouth,” Bai Fenghe said.

“Regardless of whether she is as powerful as the white-browed old man said, she is currently occupying Cui Ergou’s body and has not a single thread of spiritual power. It would be better to just kill her and end the trouble forever.”

“But didn’t the white-browed old man say her intentions are unclear, and that forcing a kill or expulsion might lead to a total catastrophe?” The iron puppet waved its hands with a clanking sound. “It is better to report this to the Sect Leader before making a decision.”

Bai Fenghe gave a cold snort. “Tell my Senior Sister? She would probably treat it as more nonsense, thinking I’m trying to stir up trouble in Buxi Mountain. Then she’d lock me away for another ten years of solitary confinement. Where would I go for justice then?”

“This won’t work, that won’t work.” The iron puppet creaked with anxiety. “Then what should be done?”

Bai Fenghe looked at the papers on the table describing the Soul Sacrifice technique. “I am a person all alone. Even if there is some total catastrophe, what is there to fear?”

“The world avoids me anyway. If I really die because of this, it would be a good thing for Buxi Mountain and the Qianyuan Realm.”

She smiled as she said this, appearing quite indifferent.

“Bai Fenghe, calm down first. I think…”

Bai Fenghe ignored it and waved her hand. The iron puppet flew off with a cry, crashing somewhere and causing a racket.

Yun Chuanzhi didn’t know what was happening. She was taken by Lingshui to a snow-white pavilion filled with medical immortals. After consuming a few pills, the internal injuries in her chest immediately felt lighter.

With a single touch, Lingshui removed the clotted blood and filth from her face. She then found a set of clean clothes for her to change into. As Yun Chuanzhi walked through the crisp mountain wind, she actually felt a bit comfortable.

Although the people of the Qianyuan Realm were quite annoying, it was indeed a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters, thousands of times better than Wujian City.

It was just a pity she was in Cui Ergou’s body. If she had swapped into someone less miserable, this would be a dream come true.

Lost in thought, she entered the sleeping quarters again. Lingshui had a strange expression as she led Yun Chuanzhi to a lacquered red wooden door and knocked.

The door opened on its own. There was no sound inside, only rising steam and a dense fragrance pouring out.

“Where is this?” Yun Chuanzhi asked.

Lingshui was unwilling to answer. She shoved the wooden tray she was holding into Yun Chuanzhi’s hands and said coldly: “This is the Sect Master’s order. Do not ask questions.”

Fine, everyone at Buxi Mountain was equally overbearing. Yun Chuanzhi exhaled, stepped over the threshold, and the wooden door slowly closed behind her.

Before her was a quiet corridor. Two rows of dragon heads protruded from the walls, emitting warm white mist. The fragrance was so strong it made her head spin.

It looked like a place for bathing. Why did Bai Fenghe call her here in the middle of the night?

Yun Chuanzhi carried the tray through the swirling mist. Once the white fog cleared, a massive square white jade pool appeared.

The floor tiles and walls were all made of jade. They felt moist and slippery underfoot. There were four white jade sculptures around the pool, crafted into the shapes of the Four Auspicious Beasts, looking incredibly lifelike.

She took two steps forward. The previously smooth surface of the water suddenly rippled. A person rose from the center of the pool. Wet black hair clung to her body like seaweed. A drop of water slid across her face, the white skin making the droplet look like a pearl as it rolled down her body.

When it reached a place she shouldn’t look, Yun Chuanzhi abruptly lowered her head.

Perhaps it was the heat from the steam, but her cheeks felt warm. She kept her eyes closed, her mind racing.

“You’ve come.” The mist seemed to melt Bai Fenghe’s voice, making it sound even more lazy. There was a splashing sound; she seemed to have walked to the edge of the pool.

“Did Lingshui teach you how to serve me?”

Yun Chuanzhi gripped the wooden tray and said: “No.”

“She can’t even handle such a small task.” Bai Fenghe let out a light laugh. “It seems I have been too lenient with her.”

“Come closer. Why don’t I teach you personally?”

Serve? In what way? Yun Chuanzhi was startled. It was said that Bai Fenghe’s daily conduct was debauched. Could it be…

But she was a high and mighty Sect Master who had seen all kinds of beauties. Why would she take an interest in her current skin-and-bones self?

“This servant is clumsy and does not dare offend the Sect Master. I shall take my leave…” Yun Chuanzhi tried to flee, but as she turned around, a long whip wrapped around her waist. It yanked her back to the edge of the pool, forcing her to her knees. The wooden tray hit the ground with a loud clang.

“You don’t dare? I recall that when you sneaked in here to watch me bathe last time, your courage was quite great.”

Bai Fenghe rose with a smile. Now, her upper body was completely out of the water. Her slender neck was partially hidden by her long hair, and the thin gauze undergarment she wore was soaked through, clinging to her skin and revealing the warm tones of her chest.

How could Yun Chuanzhi dare to look? She could only feign terror, prostrating herself on the ground while trembling.

Watching Bai Fenghe bathe?

Cui Ergou?

To think she had felt sorry for that girl. If this were true, it was understandable why Bai Fenghe had hit her. She only felt sorry for herself; now all these absurdities had fallen on her, Yun Chuanzhi. To whom could she go for justice?

Bai Fenghe looked at the “shivering” girl prostrate on the ground. Her smile slowly faded, leaving only her eyes to gaze at her. She said softly: “It seems you truly are unwilling.”

She swept her palm across the water’s surface. The surrounding mist gathered in her palm, forming the shape of a pagoda. At the same time, a sound like an ancient bell rang out from nowhere, making her limbs go numb.

The pool where Bai Fenghe stood suddenly became like an ocean in a storm. The water surged into waves, crashing heavily against the shore.

This was the Thousand-Needle Soul-Refining Bell, a magical tool created by the most famous craftsman. it could capture all souls in the world. Yun Chuanzhi knew that if she were captured, her soul would be scattered and extinguished.

She abruptly lifted her head. The two of them stared at each other through the hazy mist.

Bai Fenghe was testing her; Yun Chuanzhi knew it the moment she saw her eyes. Those brilliant willow-leaf eyes reflected the light of the lamps, showing no sign of a scorpion’s heart, nor any clue of what she was thinking.

There was no murderous intent, only an indifference that seemed to look down on all living beings.

If her judgment was correct, if she gave Bai Fenghe even the slightest possibility that she was still Cui Ergou, would the other woman spare her life?

This life was a bonus anyway, and the worst result was death. There was no harm in trying.

So, Yun Chuanzhi took a deep breath, straightened her back, and then, aiming for the woman’s lips, she leaned in and kissed her with an air of tragic resignation.

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