Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 31

Outside Lingling Peak, under the pitch-black night sky, many figures were already standing.

They were originally attacking the barrier when, with a sudden flash before their eyes, they saw a person fly out of the barrier and stop in front of the crowd. Hua Shu was the first to react, her eyes red as she shouted hatefully, “Yan—Ling—it really is you! How dare you still come back!”

Yan Ling’s back was against the moonlight, her expression concealed in the night, making it unclear.

Her gaze fell vaguely on Hua Shu, and she sneered, “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you? Hua Shu, haven’t you learned your lesson yet, daring to provoke me again?”

Although she was alone, Yan Ling gave everyone opposite her a tremendous sense of pressure. The few prominent figures standing closest merely had a slight change in expression. Behind them, many inner disciples with insufficient strength involuntarily retreated a few steps.

Hua Shu’s face grew increasingly ugly.

She tightly gripped the weapon in her hand: “Before, before you suddenly attacked and injured people, my father and I were unprepared, which is how you succeeded. Do you really think my Feixian Sect has no one?”

She glanced left and right at the helpers she had brought and raised her head: “Tonight, I will let you know how formidable we are!”

With that, Hua Shu waved her hand.

Upon receiving the order, the people of the Feixian Sect attacked together, heading straight for Yan Ling.

Yan Ling’s face showed no emotional fluctuation.

She calmly flew to dodge the attacks, calmly counterattacked, and even when using spiritual power to slice open the chests and abdomens of the inner disciples, her expression was so calm it was without ripples. In this space surrounding Lingling Peak, only the frantic ringing of the bells revealed the owner’s anger at this moment.

Shi Yunjii leaned by the window.

A cultivator’s fight should have been earth-shattering, but because Yan Ling intentionally shielded it, the Jade Bell Palace remained peaceful. The night sky was the best cover; Shi Yunjii could not see the battle in the air, but she could constantly hear the bells—sometimes humming incessantly, sometimes vibrating intermittently. Just from these bell sounds, she could already judge the intensity of the battle.

Her heart had been preoccupied with what had just happened, but at this moment, she couldn’t care about anything else and was solely worried about Yan Ling’s safety—

How many people were outside?

If Hua Shu came prepared, could Yan Ling hold out?

When would this battle end, or rather, would it ever end?

Full of worry, Shi Yunjii sat by the window all night. Without realizing it, the sky had already brightened.

She didn’t bother to wash up and rushed out of Yan Ling’s sleeping quarters, wanting to check the situation outside. The numerous barriers in the Jade Bell Palace could not stop her, and Shin Yunjii successfully left. But once outside, she could only see dark bloodstains scattered among the mountain peaks and countless unfamiliar corpses lying on the ground.

From the clothes they wore, she knew these people were disciples of the Feixian Sect.

But when she looked around, trying to find Yan Ling’s figure, she found the surroundings eerily quiet—

The main battlefield had shifted; they had left Lingling Peak!

Shi Yunjii really wanted to use the communication function granted by the game to ask about Yan Ling’s basic condition, but she was afraid that she might interrupt her if she was in the middle of a critical moment in the fight.

After a moment of thought, Shi Yunjii lifted her skirt and resolutely left Lingling Peak.

The main battlefield was not hard to find. Following the trail of blood, Shi Yunjii soon discovered the lingering effects of the battle.

She didn’t rush in blindly. Upon realizing she was approaching the battle, she stopped moving forward. She found a large tree nearby and, using the original host’s physique, concealed herself on the tree to observe silently.

After an unknown period, two figures flew out from the main peak of the Feixian Sect, continuously grappling in the air.

Without needing to see their faces clearly, Shi Yunjii could confirm—one of them was definitely Yan Ling, just based on the strings of bell sounds accompanying their movements.

Knowing that Yan Ling was still fighting, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This proved that Yan Ling was at least still alive and possessed a certain degree of mobility.

But in the next moment, Shi Yunjii’s heart leaped to her throat—

As she gradually saw the two figures more clearly, she was astonished to find that Yan Ling’s white robe from the night was now stained crimson with blood. She didn’t know if all that blood belonged to Yan Ling, but she could be certain that Yan Ling had sustained serious injuries.

This was not uncommon.

If Hua Shu had the guts to directly cause trouble at Lingling Peak, she couldn’t have come unprepared. The opponent Yan Ling faced this time could not be weaker than the previous Hua Yan.

The two exchanged blows in the air. After a while, they tacitly paused, landing on the ground to confront each other.

This made it easier for Shi Yunjii to observe.

The white-bearded elder’s face was pale, and his gaze towards Yan Ling was full of fear: “You, you truly don’t care about your life… to dare to overdraft your lifespan to fight…”

Yan Ling wiped the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth and smiled, asking, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. You are the Feixian Sect’s seventh honored guest.

“After killing you, she won’t have any other tricks, right?”

The elder trembled and stepped back.

“Do you think if you kill us, you, you will have a good life? You, you have committed the atrocity of slaughtering the Feixian Sect. The entire cultivation world will not stand idly by! If you kill me today, tomorrow, and the day after, countless righteous individuals will come to denounce you!”

Yan Ling’s movement paused: “…How truly annoying.”

She lowered her eyes in thought, and blood-colored dark light streaked through her pupils.

The elder caught this scene. Realizing something, he pointed at Yan Ling: “You’ve developed a heart demon!”

Yan Ling looked up at him and suddenly smiled: “What did you say?”

This rhetorical question, in turn, stunned the elder.

He recovered and pointed at Yan Ling’s eyes: “Yan Ling, do you know that you have already developed a heart demon? You, you cannot continue like this.”

“A heart demon?” Yan Ling squinted.

The elder nodded heavily: “How can one seek the path to immortality with a heart demon? No wonder… no wonder you fought so desperately last night; it turns out you were already controlled by a heart demon…”

He took a deep breath: “If you still have any sanity left, put down your weapon. Perhaps, perhaps we can still find a way to help you get rid of the heart demon.”

Yan Ling, however, suddenly smirked: “No need.”

She reached her blood-stained hand towards her eyes: “Ascending to immortality is not my wish. A heart demon can help me realize the great path in my heart.”

When she said this, not only the elder, but even Shi Yunjii, eavesdropping in the tree, was stunned.

Yan Ling was crazy.

But she was crazy with too much clarity.

She was too clear about what she wanted and too resolute, which allowed her to say such words that defied the common sense of the world, choosing a heart demon over ascending to immortality.

She was willing.

The elder was merely suspicious, but a bolt of lightning flashed through Shi Yunjii’s mind.

She vaguely thought, why would Yan Ling be like this? Was it because of her? But as soon as this thought arose, she frantically shook her head, wanting to expel these thoughts from her mind.

Impossible, impossible, she clearly hadn’t done anything. How could she have become Yan Ling’s heart demon?

In front of her, the elder tremulously asked, “You, so you… can’t turn back?”

He tightened his grip on his weapon: “Fine, no more words are needed. This old man will ignite his last flicker of life for the Feixian Sect today! Attack!”

Yan Ling did not move.

She looked at the elder: “Are you afraid of death?”

The elder’s hands trembled severely: “…Are you willing to let us go?”

Yan Ling curved her lips.

She spoke, uttering a passage that surprised everyone: “Hua Yan is about to die, right? The position of the Feixian Sect Master is vacant.”

The elder: “So what?”

Yan Ling shook the silver bell in her hand: “What do you think… of me?”

The elder’s eyes widened in surprise.

The next moment, Yan Ling’s hand appeared on his neck. She choked the elder’s neck and whispered, “You also want to live, right?”

The elder’s legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the ground.

In the tree, Shin Yunjii’s mind was blank as she watched all this.

She didn’t want to face the current Yan Ling, so she carefully climbed down the tree, preparing to return to the Jade Bell Palace first.

But as soon as her foot touched the ground, she felt someone steady her waist from behind. She turned around and saw Yan Ling’s familiar, yet slightly unfamiliar, face.

Shi Yunjii spoke, silently calling out those two words: [Yan Ling…]

Yan Ling wiped the blood from her hands and pulled her into an embrace.

She spoke, her voice very gentle: “Don’t be afraid, my Deity.” A faint smell of blood emanated from her, filling Shi Yunjii’s nostrils. She said, “I’ve resolved everything.”

The rosy light of dawn, red as blood, spread out behind them in a vast haze.

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