Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 35

Unbeknownst to her, a voice not her own had appeared in Shi Yunjii’s mind. It repeated the three words over and over: “Kill him, kill him, ki—ll—him—”

The voice echoed in her head, a mix of temptation and command. Shi Yunjii had to clench her fists tightly, letting her fingernails dig into her skin just to maintain her clarity.

She looked back at Huan Zhu: [If I don’t save him… what will happen to him?]

“What will happen? Hmm—” Huan Zhu pretended to think, then curled her lips, speaking cruel words in an innocent tone, “If a cultivator develops an inner demon, and is discovered by other cultivators, they will be summarily executed on the spot.

“Even if he’s lucky enough to escape into the Demon Realm, with his current strength, he’d probably be torn to shreds within an hour.”

Hearing this, Shi Yunjii gritted her teeth.

In other words, if she didn’t use Jiang Shu for the test drug, he would die on his own soon enough.

And Jiang Shu’s death meant the end of her mission.

Once the mission ended, she could leave this dangerous cultivation world, return to the modern era, continue being the free and independent modern woman she was, and drive to the hotel for her mother’s wedding.

Just don’t save Jiang Shu, just don’t save Jiang Shu!

Huan Zhu seemed to see her struggle and added, “I don’t care what grievances you have with him, but if you don’t use him to test the drug, don’t expect me to find another person for you.

“When we made the agreement, we only said I’d find someone for you to test the drug on, we never specified who I couldn’t find.”

Shi Yunjii lowered her head, looking at the two medicinal packets in her hand.

She could take a gamble; after all, she had made such meticulous preparations, Huan Zhu wouldn’t dare to deceive her with fake goods. Furthermore, with both packets in her hands, Huan Zhu wouldn’t know which one she would use.

But thinking one layer deeper, Shi Yunjii also wondered if Huan Zhu had specifically captured Jiang Shu as the test subject precisely because she didn’t want her to test the drug.

“Hurry up,” Huan Zhu urged again, “Time is running out, I need to send you back early.”

Shi Yunjii took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes, exhaled deeply, and then, without further hesitation, walked to Jiang Shu’s side, fed him one of the medicinal packets and the Lihua flower. After that, she stood up and looked at Huan Zhu: [Tomorrow, bring him to see me. I must see him recovered before I give you the ‘Dao Heart Box’.]

Huan Zhu frowned: “You’re making things difficult for me again.”

[I’m not making things difficult for you.] Shi Yunjii walked out of the cell and stood beside her, [Feixian Sect is holding a grand ceremony soon, and people from all walks of life are gathering. You just need to bring him to Lingling Peak. After that, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with either of us.]

Huan Zhu pondered for a moment: “Fine.”

She locked the cell door and led Shi Yunjii outside: “I’ve satisfied everything you asked for. The ceremony is tomorrow. Are you sure you can steal the ‘Dao Heart Box’?”

Shi Yunjii walked straight ahead and didn’t reply to her.

Huan Zhu observed her expression as they walked, only retracting her gaze when they returned to the original room.

She cast a spell to send Shi Yunjii’s soul back into her body. Shi Yunjii felt an intense sense of falling, and when she opened her eyes again, she was back in the small pavilion on Lingling Peak’s mountain side.

The two maidservants had already approached. Seeing her awake, they breathed a sigh of relief: “Fairy, you slept for quite a while today.”

Shi Yunjii propped herself up and saw a butterfly fluttering outside the pavilion.

The next moment, she withdrew her gaze and returned to Yuling Palace with the maidservants.

That night.

Too many things had happened recently. Although she felt both mentally and physically exhausted, Shi Yunjii tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When Yan Ling returned, she was lying in bed, her mind wide awake.

Therefore, despite her best efforts to pretend to be asleep, Yan Ling noticed her anomaly as soon as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Yan Ling did not expose her.

She merely leaned down, moved closer to Shi Yunjii, and gently pressed her lips against her mouth.

Shi Yunjii’s already rigid body instantly froze, even her breathing stopped.

The next moment, she heard Yan Ling chuckle softly, and then her own lips and teeth were gently pried open by the other person.

Yan Ling deepened the kiss.

Shi Yunjii dared not pretend anymore, opening her eyes and trying to push her away, but Yan Ling showed no intention of cooperating. She gently bit Shi Yunjii’s lower lip in a punitive manner, then also entered the space between Shi Yunjii’s teeth, brazenly plundering.

The kiss lasted for a long time.

When Yan Ling finally let her go, Shi Yunjii covered her chest, gasping for air. Sensing that Yan Ling was still watching her, she raised her head and shot the other party a slightly angry glance.

Yan Ling’s lips curved into a smile, looking incredibly pleased and satisfied.

She lowered her head, leaning close to Shi Yunjii: “My Goddess, tomorrow is the Dao Companion Grand Ceremony. We can finally be together officially.”

Shi Yunjii bit her lip and remained silent.

Yan Ling stretched out her arms, pulling her into an embrace, and let out a long sigh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day,” she whispered, her voice filled with extreme self-restraint, “Finally, I’ve finally obtained you…”

Shi Yunjii’s left hand rested on her shoulder. She hesitated for a long time and did not make a move to push her away.

Instead, she obediently rested her head on Yan Ling’s left shoulder, letting out a long sigh, silently forming a few words with her mouth: [Yan Ling… you will recover soon…]

Suddenly, Yan Ling caught sight of a silver gleam out of the corner of her eye. She turned slightly and retrieved the poorly hidden dagger from the inside of the bed.

Shi Yunjii became somewhat flustered.

Yan Ling looked at the dagger in her hand, then at Shi Yunjii.

She recognized the dagger. She had collected countless treasures over the years, and this Cold Iron Dagger was one of them. The dagger was hidden in her storage pouch, and she had personally given the pouch to Shi Yunjii a few days ago, so the dagger must have been taken out by Shi Yunjii from the storage pouch.

“Why are you holding this?” Yan Ling stared at her darkly, “A dagger carries heavy killing intent. Keeping it in bed, aren’t you afraid of cutting yourself?”

Shi Yunjii shook her head, reaching out to take the dagger back, but Yan Ling evaded her.

“Or perhaps…” Yan Ling’s eyes showed emotions that Shi Yunjii couldn’t comprehend, “You want to use it… to kill me?”

Shi Yunjii was startled for a moment, then shook her head.

She took a deep breath and tried to explain: [I took it out to play with just now… and forgot to put it back.]

Yan Ling: “Is that so?”

Shi Yunjii turned her head away from her: […Yes.]

She was, of course, lying, because she couldn’t let Yan Ling know her plan.

Yan Ling suddenly drew out the dagger and admired the weapon under the light of the lamps and the moon.

Anything accepted by her, even a short dagger, was extraordinary. Under the light, the dagger resembled a block of cold ice; just pulling it out caused the room temperature to drop abruptly.

She spoke: “The Cold Iron Dagger, capable of slicing through iron like mud, is a true killing instrument. This one was a gift from the forging master Meng Jue after we rescued him.”

Shi Yunjii nodded.

This past event was just a small subplot in the game, but at that time, she had devoted all her focus to Yan Ling, so naturally, she hadn’t forgotten these things.

“I wanted to use this dagger as my destined weapon at the time, and had already started practicing, but you stopped me repeatedly,” Yan Ling shifted her gaze from the dagger to Shi Yunjii, “Why was that?”

Shi Yunjii recalled her thoughts at the time and said: [I just felt… it wasn’t suitable for you.] She pursed her lips: [A close-combat weapon like this would frequently expose you to bloodshed, which is not good.]

Yan Ling smiled: “That’s why you later went to great lengths to forge the Silver Bell for me.”

Shi Yunjii nodded.

Yan Ling weighed the dagger in her hand: “A dagger is a killing instrument. You didn’t take it out today just to play with it, did you?”

Having her thoughts instantly guessed, Shi Yunjii nervously turned her head away.

But suddenly, Yan Ling shoved the dagger hilt into her palm, held her hand, and asked: “Who do you want to kill?”

Shi Yunjii looked at her, helpless, and shook her head again.

But the next moment, Yan Ling leaned forward, pressing her chest directly onto the tip of the dagger.

Shi Yunjii’s eyes widened instantly, startled, and she wanted to throw the dagger away, but Yan Ling held her hand tightly, not giving her a chance to let go.

She asked Shi Yunjii: “Do you think a dagger can kill me?”

Shi Yunjii shook her head violently.

She had never, from beginning to end, thought about killing Yan Ling.

“One dagger might not be enough,” Yan Ling ignored her struggle and answered the previous question herself.

Shi Yunjii stopped moving and looked at her in confusion.

Yan Ling suddenly curved her lips: “One dagger isn’t enough, but adding you to it, perhaps it can.”

Shi Yunjii’s face instantly went pale.

Yan Ling continued to move closer, stopping only when her head was near Shi Yunjii’s ear. At this point, the two were very close. Shi Yunjii’s right hand, forced to hold the dagger, trembled slightly, and she could even feel the dagger already piercing Yan Ling’s skin.

Yan Ling let out a light “hiss” of pain next to her ear, and turned her head to ask: “Do you want to, make your move?”

Shi Yunjii snapped back to reality and continued to shake her head vehemently.

“Are you truly not going to?” Yan Ling’s gaze was fixed on her face, meticulously appreciating every change in her expression, “This is your only chance. After tomorrow’s Dao Companion Grand Ceremony, we will be bound together for life and death. You will not be able to regret it.”

Shi Yunjii was already forced to tears, continuing to shake her head in distress.

Yan Ling was presumably satisfied at last.

She loosened her grip, and freed from restraint, Shi Yunjii finally threw the dagger far onto the floor beneath the bed. Then, she lowered her head to check Yan Ling’s chest, finding a patch of blood had indeed spread across her left breast.

She anxiously tried to check the wound, but Yan Ling shook her head: “It’s fine, the bleeding has stopped.”

Shi Yunjii knew her cultivation was superb, and this small injury was indeed insignificant.

But she still couldn’t resist wanting to unfasten her clothes and see the wound with her own eyes.

Yan Ling suddenly gave a muffled groan and grabbed Shi Yunjii’s wrist again.

Shi Yunjii looked up and saw her smiling faintly: “Are you sure you want to keep moving around?” She panted slightly, and the hot breath completely spilled onto Shi Yunjii’s cheek: “I’ve been enduring quite hard as it is.”

Shi Yunjii realized what was happening, blushed, and quickly pulled her hand back.

“Sleep now.” Yan Ling kissed her cheek.

After all that commotion, Shi Yunjii actually managed to fall asleep peacefully.

When she woke up in the morning, Yan Ling was nowhere to be seen, as usual. However, unlike other days, today, as soon as she sat up and yawned, eight maidservants pushed open the door and entered in a line.

The leading maidservant was the one who had been constantly by Shi Yunjii’s side these past few days. Shi Yunjii remembered her name was Feng Yu.

Feng Yu spoke: “Good morning, Fairy. We have been ordered to prepare your dressing.”

Shi Yunjii hadn’t fully reacted yet.

Feng Yu urged: “It’s getting late. The Dao Companion Grand Ceremony is about to begin. Fairy, please hurry and get up to change your clothes.”

Shi Yunjii looked up at the window and saw that everything visible outside was decorated with lanterns and colored streamers.

She got up, got out of bed, and before taking two steps, she suddenly noticed the Cold Iron Dagger she had thrown away last night lying quietly in the corner of the room. Shi Yunjii lowered her eyes, raised her hand to stop Feng Yu from approaching, then walked over, bent down, picked up the Cold Iron Dagger, and clenched it in her hand.

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