The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 9

“I’m afraid,” Yun Chuanzhi answered.

The girl’s unshielded gaze crashed directly into the depths of Bai Fenghe’s eyes, so candid it left one speechless.

“Oh? I certainly can’t tell.” Bai Fenghe’s words paused for a second, then she smiled. The sharp corners of her mouth curved like crescent moons, stained with a startling, vivid crimson. “Lying to this Sect Leader can cost you your life.”

I forgot to act, Yun Chuanzhi thought guiltily, lowering her eyes. For a little immortal servant like Cui Ergou, who hadn’t seen much of the world, the first reaction to such a bloody scene should have been screaming.

But Bai Fenghe already knew she wasn’t Cui Ergou; continuing the act would be futile. Asking this now was likely just a way to intimidate her.

What a wicked person, Yun Chuanzhi pursed her lips.

“This slave is not lying.” Yun Chuanzhi shook her head. While she wasn’t trembling with fear, she had definitely felt her heart race in the face of death.

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something. She reached out, took Bai Fenghe’s hand off her neck, moved it down slightly, and pressed it against her own chest.

“See? My heart is thumping wildly.”

Bai Fenghe hadn’t expected her to do this. It wasn’t until her palm felt that vigorous, unceasing thumping that she realized something was wrong.

It wasn’t that no one had ever flirted with her like this before. No matter how bad her reputation, Bai Fenghe was still a Sect Leader. There were plenty of bold, beautiful immortal servants who dreamed of getting close to her, offering all types of charms and soft warmth.

Compared to them, this girl’s body was uninteresting to touch, even scrawny; only that one spot against her palm could be called soft.

Yet, for some reason, starting from that point of softness, Bai Fenghe’s palm began to grow scorching hot. Perhaps it was because that tiny heart beat with such overflowing vitality, or perhaps it was because the girl held her hand there so matter-of-factly, her gaze devoid of the slightest hint of flirtation or flattery.

The more the other party didn’t care, the more uncomfortable Bai Fenghe felt. The heat spread from her palm all the way to her cheeks. She abruptly snatched her hand back.

Her billowing sleeve transformed into a long whip, snapping a red mark onto the back of Yun Chuanzhi’s hand. Yun Chuanzhi let out an “Ow,” squinting from the pain.

“From now on, without this Sect Leader’s permission, you are not to touch me,” Bai Fenghe said, turning her back quickly and suppressing her anger.

However, she didn’t trouble Yun Chuanzhi any further. She simply raised her hand to clear the debris and bloodstains on the ground. After a flash of purple light, the messy cave returned to its empty state.

The wounds on her own body were smoothed over, and her messy hair was pinned back with a green jade hairpin, leaving only three strands of hair drifting in the wind. For once, she actually looked a bit like a celestial being.

“The night is deep. Let’s return to the sect.” Bai Fenghe lifted her leg to leave, but seeing Yun Chuanzhi standing pitifully in the corner, her mouth twitched.

She had originally intended to use the “flare-up of an old illness” to test this little slave, wanting to see if she would do anything while she was unconscious. She hadn’t expected to run into an assassination attempt, nor had she expected this little slave to actually step in and help her.

Whether this move was sincere or not remained to be seen. If this person was deeply calculating, she might have sensed the test and acted on purpose.

But even if it was an act, she posed no immediate threat. Better to keep her for now; in time, her true colors would surely show.

“Here, yours.” Bai Fenghe tossed several dull, lightless spiritual stones to Yun Chuanzhi. After seeing her catch them, she flicked a finger.

Brilliant purple light burst from within the stones. The previously lifeless rocks began to throb, transforming into a hopping little stone man.

“To be this Sect Leader’s personal immortal servant, you must have some ability to protect yourself. From now on, this puppet has spiritual power; it can protect you to some extent,” Bai Fenghe said indifferently.

Yun Chuanzhi was overjoyed. Just as she was about to say thank you, she saw the woman step into the void. The air rippled like water, and once the waves settled, there was no one left in front of her.

Yun Chuanzhi’s words got stuck in her throat, finally turning into an angry sigh.

It’s almost the middle of the night! You could have at least given me a ride!

After a half-night of chaos, Yun Chuanzhi was exhausted. By the time she crossed the mountains and returned to Fengchun Pavilion, a faint light was already appearing on the horizon.

Yun Chuanzhi didn’t care about her wounds or the dirt on her body. She fell asleep in the dark the moment her head hit the pillow. She slept so deeply that when she finally woke up, her bones felt as if they were falling apart, soft and aching.

A cool breeze blew through the window cracks, carrying the scent of unknown flowers. Outside, the sun was shining brightly. The trees that had only been budding yesterday had grown lush overnight, the green so vibrant it was dazzling.

Yun Chuanzhi lay on the couch staring out the window for a long time before jumping up.

Didn’t they say I had to wait at Bai Fenghe’s door at 5 AM? What time is it now!

While putting on her shoes, she hopped on one foot to the window to look out. Stray petals fluttered down, and the sun was already high overhead.

…It was noon. That meant she had definitely missed serving Bai Fenghe’s morning routine. She wondered how Bai Fenghe would react.

Yun Chuanzhi squinted her eyes to soak up the sun for a bit, then stumbled back to lie down, spreading her aching body out like a giant character.

Ah, so tired.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Ling Shui, dressed in white, pushed the door open. Her eyes, as clear as water, swept over Yun Chuanzhi with a complex expression.

“Get up and eat,” Ling Shui said. She set down the food box and pulled a smooth porcelain bottle from her sleeve, placing it on the table. “The Sect Leader ordered me to prepare this.”

“She said you’ll be getting injured often in the future, so you should just go to the Physician Immortal at the beginning of every month to collect a bottle of blood-healing pills. It saves you from constantly asking her.”

Yun Chuanzhi crawled up upon hearing this. She was still wearing her torn clothes from yesterday, which ripped a bit more as she moved, dropping casually from her shoulder to reveal skin covered in bruises.

Ling Shui lowered her head and coughed softly, as if covering something up.

With a flick of her wrist, a set of brand-new clothes appeared by Yun Chuanzhi’s hand. “These are your clothes as a personal immortal servant. Change into them after you take the medicine.”

“Do not wander around the sect looking like that; it will invite gossip.”

Her tone was very uneasy, but Yun Chuanzhi didn’t catch the underlying meaning. She simply assumed these cultivators were upright people who didn’t like seeing someone looking disheveled, so she smiled and said thanks.

Yun Chuanzhi got out of bed and took one of the pills. It melted into a cool liquid the moment it touched her tongue. A slightly bitter scent filled her mouth as she swallowed.

Anything from the Qianyuan Realm was a treasure; the wounds on Yun Chuanzhi’s body healed visibly.

Perhaps because she had been taking pills for several days in a row, as the wounds vanished, her originally rough skin gradually became smooth and delicate, even looking quite fair in the sunlight.

She didn’t have the habit of avoiding others, so she started changing her clothes right in front of Ling Shui, asking as she did, “I didn’t get up today. Did the Sect Leader not blame me?”

“At first, she did,” Ling Shui stood elegantly, her waist as straight as the pine trees outside. “She even smashed a set of cups, but she didn’t stay angry for long.”

“The Sect Leader said that you are young and weak, and since you were indeed exhausted last night, you have no credit, but you’ve certainly put in plenty of hard work.”

Ling Shui’s gaze fell on Yun Chuanzhi. The girl’s undergarments were halfway off, exposing her thin collarbones and waist to the gentle breeze. Although the medicine had smoothed over most of the wounds, some faint red marks remained.

The less clearly, they could be seen, the more private and suggestive they appeared.

Ling Shui’s face turned completely red. She hurriedly looked away, staring out the window and clearing her throat as she spoke in a small voice.

“I won’t punish you today. But if you slack off again in the future, she will surely torture you until you cry and beg her for mercy.”

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