Transmigrated as the Villain and Driven Crazy by the Vengeful Male Lead - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Driven Mad — Why didn’t you call for a stop?

The cold voice echoed repeatedly, heard only by Lyu Shurao.

He froze for a moment, processing it, before finally grasping what “meeting all conditions” implied.

Su Cheyue had returned with his cultivation restored and—the Hatred Value had dropped to zero.

Su Cheyue no longer hated him.

His first reaction wasn’t the ecstatic joy of completing a mission and surviving, nor was it the agonizing hesitation over whether to leave; it was an overwhelming, tearful softness in his heart.

Su Cheyue actually, truly, didn’t hate him anymore.

His efforts were real. He had truly turned the male lead’s feelings for the villain around. It had worked.

His flattery, his smiles, his carefree attitude—they weren’t useless, they weren’t in vain, they weren’t just a ridiculous one-man show.

It wasn’t the case that the whole world ignored him.

The curse left by Lyu Yizhou and Shen Yun seemed to break and crumble at this very moment.

His eyes grew uncharacteristically hot and damp. Noticing his abnormality, Su Cheyue turned his gaze toward him hesitantly: “You—”

An embrace followed immediately, warmth filling his arms.

“Thank you.” Lyu Shurao leaned against Su Cheyue’s left shoulder, his voice muffled as if buried in cotton, carrying a hint of a sob.

“Cheyue, thank you.”

He repeated “thank you” many times, and called “Cheyue” many times more. Unable to react, Su Cheyue blinked. Once certain it wasn’t a dream, he slowly opened his arms and circled them around him.

“Between you and me, there is no need for thanks.”

The tone was gentle, the breath puffing behind his ear, incredibly itchy. Lyu Shurao’s vision was misty, and his heart felt soft enough to drip. Suddenly, he raised his hand and brushed back Su Cheyue’s hair.

They stared at each other in silence, their eyes so clear that only each other’s reflections remained.

Lyu Shurao lowered his gaze, leaned in, and kissed Su Cheyue’s already parted lips.

It was a touch-and-go contact. He pulled back a small distance, his eyes vacant.

He didn’t even know what he wanted to do. But he had done it.

His hands were still holding Su Cheyue’s waist. He saw Su Cheyue’s breath hitch, his eyes grow moist, gazing at him with quiet, obsessed devotion.

The water finally wore through his defenses; his rational nerves collapsed with a bang.

His palms tightened with force as he pinned the man beneath him, hearing a soft hiss.

The long ponytail fell in front of him. Lyu Shurao said nothing. His hand pressed against the waist and abdomen of the man beneath him; the touch of that lean, strong waist made him reluctant to let go.

He leaned down, his breath lingering at Su Cheyue’s neck for half a second before kissing his way up the neckline.

[Warning: Evacuation Procedure is about to start. Please do not form further connections with irrelevant characters!]

[Warning: Evacuation Procedure is about to start. Please do not form further connections with irrelevant characters!]

The system’s warning was piercing. Lyu Shurao frowned and ignored it, pressing his forehead against Su Cheyue’s to tilt his head higher, ensuring his kisses landed on every inch of his neck.

It felt as though only through such intense means could he confirm this person truly existed.

Su Cheyue was forced to arch his neck. Swallowing was difficult, and his Adam’s apple moved subtly, which spurred Lyu Shurao to bite at it. Su Cheyue raised a hand as if to touch something, but was pinned back firmly.

[Warning: Evacuation Procedure is about to start. Please do not form further connections with irrelevant characters… Lyu Shurao!]

At the same time, Su Cheyue let out a muffled groan. Lyu Shurao looked up and realized his brow was still furrowed, and his lips were turning pale.

He kissed his lips again, biting the philtrum, his fingers stroking his cheek—and then his peripheral vision caught a smear of red.

Blood.

[Warning: Evacuation Procedure is about to start. Please do not form further connections with irrelevant characters!]

Lyu Shurao snapped awake.

He had lost too much control. His grip was too strong, and he had accidentally pressed on Su Cheyue’s right shoulder, causing the wound to bleed.

Lyu Shurao stared blankly at his hand, then at the bedding soaked through with blood.

“…Why didn’t you call for a stop?” he whispered.

There was a wound, there was bleeding, there was pain—he was the one overexcited, driven mad.

Why didn’t Su Cheyue tell him to stop?

The man beneath him laughed softly, his voice trembling: “It doesn’t hurt.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” he repeated.

Su Cheyue was supposed to be a person who never lied or feigned anything; he said what should be said and was what he should be.

But since returning, he had lied more than once.

“I’m sorry.” Lyu Shurao stood up, not noticing Su Cheyue’s fingers lightly plucking at his dark purple robe as it slipped through them.

He turned to leave. Su Cheyue sat up and asked softly: “Where are you going?”

“I’m crazy.” Lyu Shurao stopped by the door, pressing his forehead hard. “I must be crazy.”

“Don’t go.”

Su Cheyue said: “I will go.”

He stood up from the bed composedly, sealed the acupoints on his shoulder to stop the bleeding, put on his outer robe, and said: “Stay here and rest. I will go to my brother’s to take a look.”

His tone was calm and waveless, as if the person pinned down just now had been someone else. Lyu Shurao closed his eyes and inhaled. Su Cheyue had already walked to his side, maintaining a perfect distance.

“Be good. Don’t run.” The head of the Duan-you whip poked out from Lyu Shurao’s wrist again.

After he left, Lyu Shurao fell flat onto the couch he had bought.

He closed his eyes and emptied his mind, forcing himself not to think about that absurd encounter. Why did the system jump out at that moment? It was clearly a warning that he didn’t belong to this world and would leave sooner or later. Once the time came, whether he had promised Su Cheyue or not, and regardless of his own wishes, the system would likely just force the teleportation for convenience—just like it forced him into the Malicious Ghost Purgatory when he first arrived.

He had to leave sooner or later.

In the large, empty room, only his own questioning voice remained.

“The evacuation procedure… when will it start? How will it start?”

…

Yueyang Pavilion was closer to the Baoshan Main Hall. Disciples often came and went to consult the Eldest Young Master or discuss sect matters. Since Su Cheyue’s injury, Yueyang Pavilion had been even livelier. Everyone assumed the Second Master could no longer inherit the family business; Su Xun’s position as Sect Master seemed temporary but would eventually pass to Su Qingyang. Some cultivators in the Baoshan Sect lamented the misfortune of Su Chen and his son, while also preparing to align themselves with Su Xun’s branch.

However, the tides turn. With Su Cheyue’s return, the situation was about to change.

When he arrived at the entrance of Yueyang Pavilion, he encountered the two medical cultivators who had been on duty at the Medical Hall earlier that day, leading several junior disciples into the building.

Su Cheyue stopped them directly. One of them said: “Why is the Second Master making things difficult for us? The Eldest Young Master sent for us.”

They were likely there to treat the people rescued from the tunnel.

Su Cheyue said: “I will explain to my brother. You may go back. Also, tell the other disciples in the sect that no one is to come to Yueyang Pavilion without a summons for the next few days.”

The others looked at each other, completely baffled.

“Was I not clear?”

He cast a glance at them, his eyelashes appearing as if coated in frost, sweeping coldly across their faces.

The two medical cultivators looked down at their noses: “Understood, Second Master.”

As the group turned and walked away, their voices drifted back from a distance.

“The Second Master’s personality has been cold and strange since his injury. Now that his cultivation is restored, his temper hasn’t changed at all—still aloof and unapproachable… What a shame! A great regret for the Baoshan Sect!”

“Even though his body is healed, he’s been entangled with that ‘sinister’ young master for months. It would be strange if his nature wasn’t affected… Who knows if it’s a blessing or a curse for the Second Master!”

A long sword plunged straight into the ground in front of them, cutting off their words. They backed away in terror.

“Who are you calling ‘sinister’?” came the cold question.

This sword was just an ordinary low-grade spiritual tool. Su Cheyue had borrowed it in a hurry from He Zixu to fly back; compared to his own Dangyan, it was nothing to fear.

But fueled by Su Cheyue’s power, its might was considerable. One person stammered: “Se-Second Master…”

The medical cultivator who had stood up to Lyu Shurao earlier gritted his teeth and tried to reason: “Since the Second Master asked, I shall speak plainly! Why was Lyu Shurao sent to the Stalactite Terrace? It is because his spiritual power is vastly different from us ordinary cultivators—it carries a hint of evil, is extremely destructive, and poses a huge risk! The Sect Master, Sect Master Lyu, and hundreds of disciples saw it. He wasn’t wronged!”

Su Cheyue’s phoenix eyes narrowed, and he let out a scoffing laugh: “He is half my disciple. I knew his spiritual power was extraordinary when I taught him at Xifeng Ferry. Just because a young master’s talent is so outstanding it borders on the unusual, you label him as heterodox or evil? Is it that anyone who doesn’t walk the same path as you is ‘unrefined’?”

His blatant, undisguised protection left everyone shocked. After all, a few months ago, when the Lyu family’s son first arrived at the Su house, they had heard many rumors from Li An about how the Second Master punished and made things difficult for his “newlywed husband.”

In a few months, his emotional inclination and attitude had undergone a complete reversal.

The medical cultivator refused to let it go: “Does the Second Master know which ‘path’ he actually follows? It is said his power is similar to that of the Evil—”

“Enough!” his companion yanked his sleeve hard. “Beware of the Sect Master’s punishment!”

The cultivator was pulled back several steps, his words cut off. Su Cheyue turned and sheathed the sword, saying deeply: “Since you won’t say it now, then never speak of it again.”

The cultivator was quick-tempered and spoke without thinking; even as he was dragged away, he whispered: “I hope you, Second Master, do not regret defending him today…”

How could he regret it?

Su Cheyue’s ears twitched slightly as he turned and entered Yueyang Pavilion.

“Thank you for the invitation, Eldest Young Master, but I should return home.” A woman’s voice came from the main room.

“Wait,” Su Qingyang spoke immediately, “Stay a few more days… I will definitely do my best to find…”

The woman sighed: “The Second Master has just returned, and Yangshuo has just been plagued by malicious ghosts. The Baoshan Sect must have many important matters for you to attend to. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“You aren’t,” Su Qingyang denied quickly. “The one who should be busy is A-Yue. The master of the Baoshan Sect should have always been him; my father and I were only assisting temporarily…”

“I won’t give up looking for Qing-sang,” he said, his voice full of guilt.

Inside, the room was quiet. Su Cheyue didn’t want to continue eavesdropping and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Su Qingyang looked embarrassed.

“A-Yue, it’s so late, you…”

“I came to see those people,” Su Cheyue said, his expression unchanged. “And this is?”

“Qing-zhi.” The girl stood up, gave a dignified bow, and took her leave.

“Qing-sang’s elder sister,” Su Qingyang explained. “He went missing after Tianjin Lane.”

Su Cheyue said: “No news at all?”

Su Qingyang shook his head solemnly.

“Order the people in the sect to help look for him when they go down the mountain,” Su Cheyue said. “Where are A-Jie and the others settled?”

“The side hall. I’ll take you there.”

“No need.” Su Cheyue had questions for them and didn’t plan on having his brother follow. “I’ve already sent back the medical cultivators you invited. We don’t know who the mastermind is yet; the fewer people involved, the better. Brother, you should probably stop letting people into Yueyang Pavilion for now.”

Su Qingyang nodded: “You’re right to be thorough.”

Su Cheyue walked a few steps toward the exit, then suddenly turned back: “If I may ask, Brother, do you have someone you admire?”

Su Qingyang froze. “No, well… I suppose.”

He lowered his head dejectedly: “I disappointed her. She doesn’t want to stay, and I can’t force her.”

He heard his younger brother, standing a few steps away like a white bird with folded wings under the moon, whisper: “How will you know if you don’t try?”

“Try what?”

Su Cheyue abruptly changed the subject—or perhaps he didn’t—and said: “Try to make him stay, and make him fall in love with me.”