The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 8

As she expected, the moment she made her move, the woman before her snapped her eyes open. At the same time, a palm wind struck out. Fortunately, Yun Chuanzhi was prepared; she pulled her head back and dodged it.

“Bold!” The woman propped herself up, her face pale. She was clearly incensed. Having missed with one slap, another immediately followed.

Yun Chuanzhi seized the timing, grabbing the woman’s fingers with both hands, a look of joyful tears on her face.

“Sect Leader, you’re finally awake! This slave was worried to death!”

Worried my foot. You were having quite a bit of fun just now, Bai Fenghe sneered inwardly, forcefully pulling her hand back.

She then conjured a handkerchief and meticulously wiped every spot Yun Chuanzhi had touched before her expression finally softened slightly.

“Assist me up,” she said softly, her voice carrying an unmistakable exhaustion.

Yun Chuanzhi reached out to pull her, but Bai Fenghe raised her hand to avoid the touch, shaking her sleeves to cover her skin before haughtily offering her arm to Yun Chuanzhi.

Am I really that dirty? What an ancestor, Yun Chuanzhi wanted to roll her eyes, but she held back.

By now, Bai Fenghe had tested her several times. Although the reason was unclear, she was obviously on guard, which was likely why she hadn’t taken Yun Chuanzhi’s life yet.

One must act with moderation. She had already angered Bai Fenghe once; she didn’t dare push it further.

Thus, Yun Chuanzhi obediently extended her hands, watching as Bai Fenghe gripped her wrist through the fabric of her sleeve. With a weak waist and a sickly demeanor, the Sect Leader stood up.

Her palms were still as cold as ice, and her complexion hadn’t improved much. She was so pale she seemed almost transparent, her scattered hair drifting like mist in the wind, her footsteps unsteady.

Is Bai Fenghe truly ill? It’s not an act?

Yun Chuanzhi was filled with doubt but didn’t dare ask. She only ventured, “Sect Leader, are we returning to the sect now?”

“Can you carry me?” Bai Fenghe looked up coldly.

Yun Chuanzhi looked at Bai Fenghe’s stature—graceful and tall, with only her face betraying her illness—and then looked down at herself. She answered honestly, “I cannot.”

“Then why bother asking?” Bai Fenghe retracted her gaze with a cold snort.

Scolded again. This woman’s tongue was even more poisonous than her heart. Yun Chuanzhi took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and forced a smile.

“Or perhaps this slave should return to the sect to call for help?” she suggested.

“And let the news leak so I can wait for them to rush up the mountain and hack me into a thousand pieces?” Bai Fenghe stumbled to a rock, lifted her skirt, sat down, and closed her eyes to rest.

Yun Chuanzhi was puzzled. “As the Sect Leader, do you not have a single confidant in the sect?”

“No,” Bai Fenghe replied quickly. Her voice softened with a half-smile.

“I trust no one.”

Those who do many bad deeds are often like this. Yun Chuanzhi understood; she had killed many in her past life and shared the same mindset.

However, back then, there had been one person she could trust. But after that person died, she was the only one left in the world.

Unexpectedly, Yun Chuanzhi felt a faint trace of empathy for Bai Fenghe’s lonely silhouette.

“What are you staring at me for?” Bai Fenghe said with her eyes closed. “Surely you don’t intend to pity me?”

Her sandalwood lips parted slightly: “You aren’t worthy.”

Fine, there was simply no talking to this kind of person. Yun Chuanzhi looked away, turning her gaze toward the dark mountain cliffs outside the cave. The moon had vanished, and in the darkness, the cliffs looked like stooping giants, inspiring awe and fear.

The valley was silent, making the sound of the rushing water below seem even more aggressive as it crashed against everything in its path.

While Bai Fenghe rested, Yun Chuanzhi slipped out of the cave to gather some firewood. She piled it near the entrance for ventilation and pulled out a handmade fire starter. Soon, a bonfire crackled to life, illuminating the wide cave.

Bai Fenghe hadn’t moved for a long time; she was likely circulating her internal energy to heal. Yun Chuanzhi sat by the fire, bored, glancing at her occasionally.

A faint purple light enveloped the Sect Leader. Yun Chuanzhi could feel a steady stream of spiritual energy surging from every crevice in the valley, trickling into Bai Fenghe’s body.

As that energy passed by Yun Chuanzhi, she secretly intercepted some. Her current body hadn’t opened its spiritual root and couldn’t cultivate, but the fragments of the Soul-Rotating Stones in her sleeve could.

Staying with Bai Fenghe had its perks; ordinary people didn’t have such abundant spiritual energy around them. Yun Chuanzhi smiled and patted the stones in her sleeve; they trembled secretly, rolling and piecing themselves into the shape of a little stone man.

After an unknown amount of time, a corner of the sky lit up with tiny stars. Yun Chuanzhi was so sleepy her head kept nodding, her consciousness drifting into the void.

As the night deepened, the surroundings became increasingly chilly. Eerie gusts of wind blew from nowhere, making her shiver.

Wait. The bonfire in front of her was burning brightly; why would it be cold?

Yun Chuanzhi’s mind cleared instantly, as if washed with water. However, she didn’t open her eyes fully, half-squinting to feign sleepiness.

Someone is here, she thought. A scent that didn’t belong to Bai Fenghe at all mixed with the fishy smell of the water, making her want to gag.

Though she had no spiritual power, her five senses remained sharp. From a distance, she heard the sound of a bowstring vibrating through the air. Then, several sharp objects pierced the night, carrying damp moisture as they lunged toward Bai Fenghe.

Such boldness? Yun Chuanzhi didn’t move at first. The target wasn’t her, anyway.

However, as the whistling wind grew closer, Bai Fenghe remained seated with her eyes closed. Yun Chuanzhi’s heart leapt into her throat. She opened her eyes and, by the firelight, saw beads of sweat rolling down Bai Fenghe’s forehead and neck.

No way, is she really this sick? She can’t even fight back?

If Bai Fenghe died, what would happen to her? Yun Chuanzhi remained motionless, but her mind began to weigh the pros and cons. Putting aside whether the people of Mount Buxi would trouble her, this midnight assassin would certainly not leave a witness alive.

At that thought, Yun Chuanzhi rose with a flick of her sleeves. The little stone man in her sleeve moved faster than she did, positioning itself in front of Bai Fenghe. A faint blue light from the spiritual stones formed a shield. In the blink of an eye, the invisible wind arrows struck the shield, and the resulting airflow exploded outward.

Bai Fenghe’s hair flew into the air before slowly settling, masking her features which had been briefly illuminated.

Her eyelashes fluttered almost imperceptibly.

More frequent sounds of breaking wind erupted. Yun Chuanzhi had already rushed to Bai Fenghe’s side. She gritted her teeth, grabbed the woman’s waist, and forcefully pulled her off the giant rock. At that moment, the rock Bai Fenghe had been sitting on shattered. Yun Chuanzhi was forced to roll across the ground with the woman, finally ending up pinned on top of her.

The unconscious Bai Fenghe showed a pained expression. Beads of sweat rolled into her hair, and her pale face gained some color, turning as red as a sunset.

“Sorry about that,” Yun Chuanzhi said, pressing her hands together in a quick prayer. It was hard enough just to pull the woman down; she didn’t have the strength to worry about whether it hurt.

Sharp stones in the dust cut both their skin. A scratch appeared on Bai Fenghe’s face; though not deep, it seeped a thread of crimson blood.

Yun Chuanzhi was delighted at the sight, showing no intention of being “tender to the jade.” She reached out, dabbed some of the blood from the woman’s face, and smeared it on the ground.

“The blood of a cultivator must be more effective than mine,” Yun Chuanzhi muttered under her breath. Then, with a loud rumble, the tiny stone man floating before them suddenly grew massive, its head nearly piercing the cave ceiling.

The stone man’s growth was timely. The assassin had emerged from the shadows, wielding a scimitar as long as a man. The blade swung down, whipping up sand and debris, only to be blocked by the stone man’s arm.

Yun Chuanzhi curled up behind Bai Fenghe to avoid the cutting air currents.

Through the dust, she saw the attacker: a figure in bronze armor, head completely covered, face invisible. Judging by the aura, their cultivation was certainly not low.

“Bai Fenghe, wake up!” Yun Chuanzhi grabbed the woman’s shoulders and shook her hard. Unfortunately, the woman remained like the dead, her body as soft as noodles. The moment Yun Chuanzhi let go, Bai Fenghe slumped into her arms.

Without the master’s spiritual energy to assist it, the stone man couldn’t last long. After only two strikes, its arms were hacked off. With a groan, it knelt, its massive body shielding Yun Chuanzhi completely.

However, in the next instant, the black scimitar pierced through the stone man’s chest as if through flesh. With a forceful twist, the stone man exploded into countless fragments. The moment Yun Chuanzhi closed her eyes, she felt as if she were being entwined by a giant serpent, dragged into the air by an invisible force.

Dust and debris from the shaking cave walls covered her face and body. She struggled to open her eyes, only to see the black blade just inches away, swinging toward the top of her head.

It’s over, Yun Chuanzhi thought. I’m going to die after all.

She gave up struggling, tilted her head, and closed her eyes, hoping her death would be quick.

But it didn’t happen. At that moment, a brilliant purple light filled the cave, surging out of the valley and turning the sky white.

The restraints on Yun Chuanzhi loosened. A long, soft sleeve wrapped around her waist, snatching her away from the armored man. The black scimitar silently turned to ash, as if it were meant to be nothing more.

“Bai…”

“So noisy. Shut up,” Bai Fenghe’s voice rang out from behind. Although it sounded fierce, it was strangely reassuring.

Yun Chuanzhi was dragged behind the woman. Flying skirts repeatedly brushed against her skin, which had been exposed by the raging winds.

The scratch on Bai Fenghe’s face remained, but the red mark wasn’t ugly; instead, it added a touch of bewitching charm. She raised her hand slightly, looking down on everything with cold, indifferent eyes.

“Seeking death,” she spoke. Before her voice even faded, the armored man’s body instantly dissolved into a cloud of blood mist.

It was like a weak, buzzing mosquito.

Dead in an instant, without even leaving a scream behind.

The wind stopped, and the dust settled. Bai Fenghe retracted her hand. Yun Chuanzhi’s feet finally touched the ground. She stumbled back a few steps, leaning against the stone wall.

Perhaps Bai Fenghe had always been acting when facing her, so Yun Chuanzhi had never felt the true power of this “scum” Sect Leader.

But now she knew. It was truly terrifying.

“Why didn’t you run?” Bai Fenghe asked. She turned slowly, her slender white fingers, covered in tiny cuts sliding from Yun Chuanzhi’s chest up to her throat. She pinned her against the wall, lightly kneading as if playing with a toy.

The fragrance of Bai Fenghe’s body surged into Yun Chuanzhi’s nose, impossible to refuse.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?” she whispered, her eyes shining like a demon’s.

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