The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 7

“Who?” Yun Chuanzhi was still a bit dazed, so she asked again to confirm.

“Bai Fenghe! Are you deaf!” The iron puppet was so angry that its entire body clattered. Its tiny body kept tugging at Yun Chuanzhi, as if it were pulling a giant radish.

“I can hear you.” Yun Chuanzhi used her hand to push the cold puppet off her. She was deeply puzzled. “Bai Fenghe is a Sect Leader and she is within the territory of Mount Buxi, protected by countless barriers of the Venerables. Who could possibly hurt her?”

“Besides, even if someone did hurt her, why come to a weak immortal servant like me instead of seeking help from the Sect Leader or the elders?”

“Why do you talk so much,” the iron puppet muttered. “It’s not your first day at Mount Buxi. How could you not know about the grudge between the Sect Leader and Bai Fenghe?”

“Asking her to beg the Sect Leader for help is a fate worse than death!”

A grudge between Bai Fenghe and the Sect Leader?

When Yun Chuanzhi was in Wujian City, she often heard fallen immortals from the Qianyuan Realm telling stories about the major events and shifts of power over the past thousands of years. As one of the current three major powers, Mount Buxi’s past secrets had been mentioned more than once.

Now, as she recalled the details carefully, some clues came back to her.

The current Sect Leader of Mount Buxi, Bai Xiaochen, was actually Bai Fenghe’s senior sister. A hundred years ago, they both joined the sect under the then-Sect Leader, Mingcun. During their cultivation, they were as close as sisters.

At that time, Bai Fenghe was exceptionally talented and had extraordinary potential. She was highly favored and relied upon by Sect Leader Mingcun. At a young age, she was appointed as the Young Sect Leader of Mount Buxi, possessing infinite glory.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last. During a demon-hunting expedition, Sect Leader Mingcun and Bai Fenghe were trapped in a demon cave together. No one knew what happened inside. They only knew that when they emerged, Sect Leader Mingcun had become a cold corpse, and her chest was pierced straight through by Bai Fenghe’s spiritual weapon, the Juque Sword—the only one of its kind in the world.

Everyone, including Bai Xiaochen, refused to believe it. With Sect Leader Mingcun’s cultivation at the Soul Transformation stage, there were very few people in the entire Qianyuan Realm who could fight her. How could she die at the hands of a mere demon?

Thus, overnight, the brand of a murderer fell upon the then-young Bai Fenghe. Bai Fenghe did not argue. She allowed herself to be imprisoned in the “Invincible Purgatory” of Mount Buxi to undergo torture. It was said that on that night, wild winds howled and ten thousand ghosts wailed. The entire Mount Buxi could hear the young girl’s screams.

Later, those screams turned into crazed, manic laughter, scaring everyone so much they couldn’t sleep. When the prison doors opened the next day, the once bright and beautiful girl’s hair had turned white. She had completely fallen into madness, killing every cultivator who came to escort her. For a time, Mount Buxi turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a sight too tragic to behold.

However, Bai Fenghe eventually survived. What saved her was a secret letter left by Sect Leader Mingcun before her death. Inside the letter was a pardon decree that would keep Bai Fenghe alive regardless of what she had done.

Since then, Bai Xiaochen took over as Sect Leader, and Bai Fenghe was banished to become the Leader of the Fifth Peak. Having lost her position as the Sect Leader, she completely exposed her true nature, committing all sorts of evil with a violent and murderous temperament. This was how she earned her reputation as “scum.”

The story went something like that. The truth of it remained unknown, but recalling this, Yun Chuanzhi understood what the iron puppet meant by “grudge.”

No, this wasn’t just a grudge. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a blood feud.

“I’ll go find Ling Shui.” Yun Chuanzhi stood up but was caught by the hem of her skirt by the iron puppet again.

“I already looked for her. Ling Shui took a leave of absence for two days to visit her family. Bai Fenghe doesn’t like having people near her. Aside from Ling Shui, you are the only personal servant. Stop wasting time!”

The iron puppet pulled Yun Chuanzhi outward with force. Having no choice, Yun Chuanzhi followed.

Since the weather during the day was decent, it wasn’t cold even though night had fallen. The mountain wind carried the scent of newly sprouted grass, blowing the stray hairs on Yun Chuanzhi’s forehead.

Although the iron puppet was small, it didn’t walk slowly. However, its voice was a bit noisy. Yun Chuanzhi simply picked it up, placed it on her shoulder, and followed its guidance.

At first, there was a round moon overhead. The moonlight passed over the eaves to illuminate the stone-paved road and stairs. But as they walked, the moonlight was hidden by clouds. The surroundings grew darker, and the road beneath their feet became a rugged mountain path.

This was clearly a remote area in the back of the mountain, quite a distance from the brightly lit Gundan Peak. Yun Chuanzhi looked at the winding, seemingly endless mountain path ahead and glanced at the puppet on her shoulder.

Although the puppet didn’t have many expressions, its iron eyebrows were bunched together, looking very worried.

When she was close to it, she could smell a fragrance coming from the iron lump. This scent was no different from the one on Bai Fenghe. Although Yun Chuanzhi was still suspicious, she continued forward.

The environment became increasingly deep and secluded. They had clearly entered the depths of the mountain forest. All sides were blocked by wild trees and weeds. They could only tell the direction by the shifting clouds above.

Yun Chuanzhi silently memorized the location. After another fifteen minutes, an ancient tree that reached into the clouds appeared. The trunk was as wide as four or five people with their arms outstretched. There was a cave in the trunk, and after entering, it opened into a space about ten meters wide.

One side of the cave was hollowed out, facing a bottomless valley. Standing in the cave, one could hear the rushing river in the valley, flowing endlessly.

The moon emerged from the clouds again. Its bright light illuminated half of the floor. A figure could be seen lying in the moonlight. Her arms, as pale as lotus roots, were exposed, glowing in the moonlight.

“Bai Fenghe!” The iron puppet shouted and jumped off Yun Chuanzhi’s shoulder. It waved its short limbs and stumbled to Bai Fenghe’s side, shaking her body forcefully.

Wasn’t Bai Fenghe usually quite delicate? Why would she come to this deserted mountain cave in the middle of the night? Filled with doubt, Yun Chuanzhi stepped forward and patted her arm.

“Sect Leader, Sect Leader.”

The flesh her fingertips touched was as cold as ice. Yun Chuanzhi’s heart skipped a beat. Ignoring the pretense of status, she firmly grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over to face up.

The woman’s eyes were tightly closed. Her face was as white as if a layer of frost had formed. Her lips were also terrifyingly pale. The only color on her face was her dark eyelashes, which cast a thick shadow on her eyelids.

Fortunately, she wasn’t dead yet; otherwise, she might get into trouble herself. Yun Chuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the pulse in the woman’s neck.

“What happened to the Sect Leader?” Yun Chuanzhi relaxed, dropped her back onto the ground, and patted the non-existent dust off her hands.

“Be! More! Gentle!” The iron puppet roared angrily, stepping forward to carefully support Bai Fenghe’s head. “Bai Fenghe has an old ailment, and for some reason, it flared up today. There are many people both inside and outside the sect who covet her position, so Bai Fenghe has always kept it hidden from others. Even the Physician Immortals don’t know.”

“You must not let this out, or your head will be at risk.”

“Oh.” Yun Chuanzhi sat cross-legged on the ground. “Then it’s useless for you to call me here. I don’t know medicine, and I can’t carry her. You’d be better off going down the mountain to find Ling Shui.”

“That’s true.” That iron puppet turned out to be an impulsive character. As soon as the words were spoken, it hopped away, leaving Yun Chuanzhi without a chance to respond.

Yun Chuanzhi shouted “Wait” a few times, but only her echoes remained in the cave.

“This is ridiculous,” Yun Chuanzhi muttered. She then stared at the unconscious Bai Fenghe for a long time, her eyes gradually narrowing.

If she killed Bai Fenghe now, would no one trouble her in the future? Cui Ergou’s “soul-offering” wish only said she had to influence Bai Fenghe; it didn’t say Bai Fenghe couldn’t die.

So if Bai Fenghe died, could she continue to live? Then she could secretly leave Mount Buxi and live a free and happy life.

Thinking this, she slowly raised her hand and placed it on Bai Fenghe’s throat. The woman’s neck was warmer than her arm, feeling like a piece of warm jade that had been warmed in the sun.

She unconsciously rubbed this piece of jade, not noticing Bai Fenghe’s slightly curled fingertips hidden under her sleeve.

No, Yun Chuanzhi suddenly thought.

She abruptly pulled her hand back and held it in her other palm. This method wouldn’t work. Never mind whether she could escape from the many peaks of Mount Buxi; even if she did, the iron puppet would mention her name and she would be caught.

And, was Bai Fenghe really unconscious?

Yun Chuanzhi raised her eyebrows slightly. She lowered her gaze and leaned in close.

The woman’s face had almost no color, and she indeed looked sickly. Her pulse was also very weak. But as a powerful cultivator, it was too easy to feign a dying state.

As she thought, Yun Chuanzhi was only an inch away from her—close enough to see the fine texture of the woman’s skin and the thin layer of glowing peach fuzz on it.

“Sect Leader,” she whispered into Bai Fenghe’s ear. Her breath brushed against the earlobe under the temple hair. Bai Fenghe’s fingertip trembled again.

“Sect Leader, how are you? Do you want me to call a Physician Immortal?” Yun Chuanzhi spoke again. She feigned a worried expression, took Bai Fenghe’s hand, and rubbed it between her palms. “Why are you so cold? Are you cold?”

Bai Fenghe’s palms looked slender, but they were very soft to the touch, slippery and fragrant. Yun Chuanzhi became a bit addicted to rubbing them, making the woman’s fingertips turn slightly red.

“You have to hold on. That iron lump will be back soon. You can’t die.” Yun Chuanzhi bit her lip and began to sob quietly.

The woman moved her eyebrows imperceptibly. An ordinary person might not have seen it, but this small detail could not escape Yun Chuanzhi’s eyes. The corner of Yun Chuanzhi’s mouth hooked up, and she cried even more sincerely.

“Sect Leader, wake up.” Yun Chuanzhi pulled her up while crying, placing her in her arms. She touched the woman’s cheek with her hand, kneading that noble and beautiful face like dough. “This slave has little courage; this slave is terrified.”

The texture felt quite good. Yun Chuanzhi’s hand grew tired from kneading, so she laid her down again.

What was Bai Fenghe afraid of? Her mind wandered as an idea came to her.

“Don’t worry, Sect Leader. This slave learned some emergency techniques at the foot of the mountain. I will help transfer Qi to you now; it will surely help you hold on until Sister Ling Shui returns!”

Saying this, she took a deep breath, pretended to aim at Bai Fenghe, and leaned down.

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