Transmigrated as the Villain and Driven Crazy by the Vengeful Male Lead - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Husbands Together Down the Mountain (Part I) Compared to physical disability…

Who is it? Who is speaking?

“After tonight, I want him dead without a place to be buried!”

The voices grew increasingly hateful, heavy, and frenzied. Su Cheyue made a bizarre discovery: although the voice originated from within his skull, he seemed able to discern the direction of the source.

Who did he want to kill? Who was going to die?

“He must die!”

Su Cheyue was about to light a lamp when he suddenly remembered there was someone else in the room.

…He did not trust Lyu Shuyao and had no intention of letting him know. But even if he crawled out of bed in the dark, he didn’t know where the wheelchair was. Even if he managed to get into it, in his current state, how could he go down the mountain to stop the person behind the voice in his head?

Su Cheyue sat there blankly. At this moment, he felt with excruciating clarity that he had truly become a useless person.

He could never again champion the weak against the strong, never again cut down evil to help the world, and never again spend his life “seeking the Way” like his father and mother.

Compared to physical disability, the collapse of his faith was a catastrophe that left him sinking even deeper.

“I’ve found him, I’ll find him soon, hahahaha…”

The sharp, terrifying voice was relentless. Su Cheyue clenched his fists.

No, he couldn’t give up. He must not give up.

He racked his brains, eventually looking up at a string of wind chimes hanging by the bed, reflecting a faint, weak light in the darkness.

If he didn’t want to alert Lyu Shuyao, this might be his only option.

After a moment’s thought, he used a bit of spiritual energy to tap the wind chime three times.

Of Lyu Shuyao, Li An, Su Qingyang, and Su Xun—among these four, only his elder brother was worthy of his trust. Su Qingyang and he had grown up together; though a year older, Qingyang had always been as headstrong as a child. Their father often said they were one “still” and one “active”—a perfectly complementary brotherhood. One day, they would surely work together to keep Mount Bao safe and bring peace to the human world.

Su Cheyue was wide awake, waiting anxiously in the dark.

“Kill him, kill him! Hahahaha—”

He hadn’t seen his brother for a long time. Was he even in the sect? Or had he gone down the mountain? Ever since he returned disabled, his uncle had frequently sent his brother away, rarely allowing them to be near each other.

“This time, there is absolutely no way he survives!”

Was this thing even useful? Was Lyu Shuyao just using it to bluff? Was he being tricked—did these wind chimes actually serve some other purpose?

His mind was a mess of tangled thoughts. Su Cheyue felt helpless and frantic; the sensation was unbearable. He didn’t want to wait anymore; he had to do something. Recalling the position of the wheelchair before he went to bed, he gritted his teeth and began to shuffle toward the foot of the bed inch by inch—

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist.

Su Cheyue jumped. Lyu Shuyao’s voice, carrying a hint of drowsiness and confusion, rang out in the thick night: “What are you doing…?”

Normally, Lyu Shuyao spoke with a slight upward inflection that sounded somewhat flippant. Because he had just woken up, his tone was lazy—it actually sounded like he was acting spoiled.

Clashing with the mad voice in his head, this sound actually seemed to gain the upper hand, easing Su Cheyue’s state of mind slightly.

“It’s none of your business. Go back to sleep,” Su Cheyue said.

Outside the courtyard, the wind blew, and the dark clouds scattered slightly, allowing dim moonlight to filter in. Lyu Shuyao’s mind gradually cleared. He curled his lip in an amused fashion: “It’s none of your business? Then whose business is it? Your far-away brother, Su Qingyang?”

Su Cheyue: “?!”

Lyu Shuyao lit the bedside lamp and warmed a cup of tea for him. He pointed to the wind chimes: “I’m sorry, Second Young Master. Your brother is busy with ten thousand things and hasn’t come back to meet this ‘treasure’ yet. Right now, whether it’s one ring or three, they’re all me.”

“…” A liar indeed!

Lyu Shuyao crouched before the bed, crossing his arms near Su Cheyue’s legs: “Come on, Second Young Master, what’s going on?”

“…”

Lyu Shuyao looked at Su Cheyue. The latter’s features were clear now, but he remained silent.

Since he had called for Su Qingyang, it certainly wasn’t about something like going to the latrine.

What could it be?

“If you don’t talk, I’ll have to carry you to the latrine—” Lyu Shuyao’s hand reached out.

Su Cheyue dodged him in disgust: “Don’t touch me.”

No matter where he hid, Lyu Shuyao’s long arms followed. Every time, that warm forearm would brush against his inner robes.

This tactic never failed. Enraged, Su Cheyue finally blurted out: “I want to go down the mountain!”

Lyu Shuyao paused. “Down the mountain?”

Following those words, more of the original plot flashed through his mind.

To showcase the “face-slapping” satisfaction of the protagonist’s late-stage comeback, the original novel used a lot of “suppress before release” methods. It focused heavily on Su Cheyue’s lethargy, irritability, and resentment after his injury, as well as the ridicule and bullying he faced from outsiders.

Because those chapters were so long, Lyu Shuyao had lost patience. He had swiped through the parts where Su Qingyang took Su Cheyue down the mountain and didn’t remember the details well.

It was like girls in class talking about Empress in the Palace—they always skipped the parts at the Ganlu Temple.

He only remembered that the “Desire-Seeking Pearl” started working, and Su Cheyue insisted Su Qingyang take him down the mountain to eliminate a threat. After a few trips, he happened to meet the female lead from a family of medical cultivators, who healed him and kicked off the “power fantasy” plot.

If he hadn’t transmigrated and married in, Su Cheyue would likely have suffered under the Desire-Seeking Pearl for several more days until Su Qingyang returned.

Hahahahahaha! Another perfect chance to farm “Hatred Points”!

Lyu Shuyao suppressed the urge to laugh wildly and asked seriously: “What did the Second Young Master hear?”

Su Cheyue looked at him in shock, his expression bordering on terrified.

Lyu Shuyao shrugged: “Didn’t I say? I’m the roundworm in your stomach.”

He pushed the wheelchair over: “Leaving now? Do you want me to make some midnight snacks first?”

Su Cheyue’s phoenix-eyes, sharp as parallelograms, flashed like lightning: “Do you think we’re going for a night stroll?”

“No, we’re going to catch a bad guy, I know.” Lyu Shuyao blinked: “If it were a night stroll, wouldn’t I have to groom and dress the Second Young Master properly before we left?”

“…Don’t follow me,” Su Cheyue dropped coldly, struggling to move himself onto the wooden wheelchair.

“Oh…” Lyu Shuyao followed slowly behind him, looking pitiful. “Fine, I’ll listen to you. When you get back, I’ll be responsible for going to collect the cold corpse of that unlucky victim.”

Su Cheyue was so angry he almost stood up to strangle him.

Smiling brightly, Lyu Shuyao grabbed the back of the wheelchair. With a flip of his palm, he summoned Zhanquan.

The golden-glowing Zhanquan hovered before them. As soon as Lyu Shuyao leaned in close to him, Su Cheyue reacted instinctively: “What are you doing!”

“Shh, don’t wake Li An. Just for a second, it’ll be quick.”

Before he even finished the sentence, he picked Su Cheyue up.

“I said don’t tou—”

The next second, he was placed steadily onto the sword.

Draped in a white cloak, Su Cheyue sat suspended in the air on the sword. Lyu Shuyao stepped back and looked up at him slightly. Seeing his black hair spreading over his shoulders like silk and his eyes bright as fallen stars, he truly fit the description: “I ask, did you come from the heavens?”

“This is much better,” Lyu Shuyao said with satisfaction.

It would be even better if he smiled.

Su Cheyue unconsciously stroked the heavy, solid blade of Zhanquan. He narrowed his eyes, his emotions unreadable: “You’re going to fly the sword?”

“Mm-hmm.” Lyu Shuyao leaped up lightly to sit beside him. Though his cultivation was heavily damaged, he could still afford the spiritual energy for sword-flying. “Where to?”

Su Cheyue hesitated for a few seconds. “Southeast. Yangshuo City.”