Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Death

Cultivators’ perception of time is not as intense as that of mortals; a single session of secluded meditation can easily last hundreds or thousands of years. A mere three days is but the blink of an eye.

When Shui Wei first broke through to the Golden Core stage, she had also been in seclusion for over a century, but she had never felt three days could be so eternal.

So long that it felt like being in the eighteenth level of hell, constantly scorched by raging flames.

The doors of the Tiankui Pavilion swung open with a crash. An evil spirit, treading on the cloyingly sweet scent of peach blossoms, walked in, blocking the sunlight from outside and bringing a thick, heavy darkness.

Shui Wei had thought Yin Shaoqing would give her a quick end. But she never expected that sometimes, a person would rather live a wretched, ignoble life than die, just to obtain one definitive truth.

“Pan Yang is an only child; he never had an elder sister.”

The black cloth covering her eyes was ruthlessly torn away. Shui Wei thought she would see the light again, but dark clouds obscured the sun.

A bundle of sandalwood incense pierced through her heart. Shui Wei’s eyes widened, two raspy gasps escaped her throat, and her high-held head dropped heavily!

She died with her eyes wide open—unable to rest in peace!

“Tsk…”

Yin Shaoqing wiped her fingertips in disgust. How can this person be so disgusting both alive and dead?

She waved her hand backward, and the puppets and servants understood, moving to clear the wreckage.

Yin Shaoqing considered herself a gentle person; since Shui Wei had wanted to die so badly, she fulfilled that wish. As for telling her half the truth, it was merely out of pity for her pathetic stupidity.

What could be more entertaining than someone dying without being able to close their eyes?

“Host, you are truly sick.” The fat civet cat was lying in the sun, yet its fur bristled from the cold.

“Thank you for the compliment.” Yin Shaoqing didn’t care; there were plenty of people who called her crazy, one system more or less made no difference.

“But have you thought about how to tell Jiameng?”

The fat civet twitched its ears. The host had been crazy through many worlds, and it couldn’t control her, so it simply ignored the behavior.

“You did kill her savior, after all.”

The system had scanned Jiameng’s background: she was a little plaything redeemed from a brothel by Shui Wei as the result of a bet with others.

Shui Wei redeemed her, won the bet, then tossed her aside and forgot about her.

Who would have thought Jiameng would follow behind her, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers to repay the debt? In the end, the debt was repaid, but her heart was lost.

“If she still dares to remember this piece of trash, I’ll throw her to feed the evil ghosts in the Northern Abyss Rift.”

Let ten thousand ghosts devour her. Such an unworthy creature would be better off dead and quiet.

Fat Civet: “Crazy enough.”

Unaware of the conversation between Yin Shaoqing and the fat civet, Jiameng felt as if she had experienced a dream. When she woke up, everything was over.

Opening her eyes again, it felt as if a hundred years had passed, though in reality, it was only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

“Oho, quite fast.” The fat civet gave a yawn.

“She didn’t clear her own memory, did she?” Since altering memories was a hassle, she might as well clear them all and be done with it.

“Exalted One, what on earth are you doing?” The puppets carrying Shui Wei’s corpse passed in front of Jiameng. The stench of charred flesh mixed with sandalwood was incredibly unpleasant.

Jiameng’s glamorous face, still bearing tear stains, wrinkled in disgust. She covered her nose and mouth, her eyes full of loathing: “Tsk, why is it so disgusting?”

“You aren’t pleading for her?”

“?” Jiameng froze, her eyes still red and swollen from crying showing confusion. “Why would I plead for this Master of the Tianwei Gate? What relationship do we have? She’s dead; what does it have to do with me?”

Saying this, she looked up at the Demon Venerable who was observing her. Jiameng suddenly clapped her hands and said anxiously, “Exalted One, don’t test me! It’s not like she just started wanting to rebel yesterday; anyone with eyes knows she had a treacherous heart. How could I possibly be close to her?”

“Really, Exalted One, my loyalty is witnessed by Heaven and Earth, okay?”

Jiameng put her hands on her hips huffily. How could her Exalted One be like this? She thought that after Yun Qianxue arrived, the Exalted One might act like a normal person.

She didn’t expect her to still be so crazy—killing someone in such a disgusting way and always being paranoid.

Hmm, not bad.

Yin Shaoqing nodded. She had indeed cleared her memory; Jiameng had finally shown some backbone for once.

“That said, Shui Wei came from a famous sect. Exalted One, if you kill her so decisively, won’t it cause trouble?” Jiameng was a bit worried.

In the last hundred years, friction had been growing between the righteous and demonic paths. Jiameng feared Shui Wei would become the fuse and that her death would be exploited by the righteous path.

“I’m only afraid they won’t come.” Yin Shaoqing didn’t care.

If the war between the immortal sects and the demonic path didn’t break out, how could she correct Yun Qianxue’s fate?

War is the best tool for exposing the ugliness of human nature.

Because of this, Yin Shaoqing didn’t just kill Shui Wei; she crushed her soul to pieces.

Crack… Inside the grotto of Elder Hantian at the peak of Gujian Peak in the Hanxing Gate, the sound of a jade tablet shattering suddenly rang out.

Boom… Moments later, a terrifying pressure swept across the entire peak. The disciples on the mountain fell to their knees one after another, spitting blood.

Birds fled and beasts scattered; the commotion was large enough to alarm the entire Hanxing Sect.

Just as some of the disciples pleading for mercy were about to explode and die, another wave of overwhelming power surged from the main peak, washing away the murderous, indiscriminate sword qi and saving the disciples’ lives.

“All of you, leave.” An elderly voice rang out. The disciples of Gujian Peak who were still conscious felt as if they had been granted a grand amnesty; they supported each other and scrambled down the mountain.

Fortunately, the Sect Master appeared to save their lives.

An illusion of a person with white hair and a youthful face appeared in Elder Hantian’s grotto. He said to the old man with blood-shot eyes on the cold jade bed: “Junior Brother, my condolences.”

“Condolences?” The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his inner demons running rampant. “Wen-er is dead, and you tell me to have condolences?!”

Shui Wen was not only his closed-door disciple but the only child that person had left him. How could he have condolences?

“I advised you before not to let her leave the mountain.” The Sect Master of Hanxing closed his eyes slightly and let out a long sigh: “Junior Brother, your obsession with ascension has become a fixation. In such a state, your realm will surely fall.”

“If I don’t ascend to the immortal path, then what kind of immortal am I cultivating?” Hantian roared, “Do you know what I sacrificed to become an immortal!”

Personally slaying his beloved wife, murdering his brother, and killing his mother—yet he still couldn’t master the Path of Heartlessness!

As long as he waited for his only daughter to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and then killed her, he would surely break through to the Mahayana stage.

But now, his beloved daughter had died at the hands of someone else!

“This grudge will not go unavenged or I am not a man” Hantian’s face was distorted. Since someone had severed his path to immortality, then don’t blame him for being ruthless—he would make them suffer a fate worse than death and never be reincarnated.

“Junior Brother…” Hanxing was full of helplessness. His Second Junior Brother had already fallen into madness, but he couldn’t save him, and even less could he bring himself to kill him.

He could only try his best to persuade him.

“We are of the righteous immortal sects. The Hanxing Gate cannot kill in a way that leaves people with something to talk about.”

Cruel massacres and unrighteous wars were things only people of the demonic path would do.

As a great immortal sect, the Hanxing Gate could not leave a single trace, or it would be used as a sharp tool in a war of words.

“I know what I’m doing. Senior Brother, you need not say more.” Hantian was displeased.

He was naturally impatient and arrogant. Usually, relying on the fact that his Senior Brother was the Sect Master and possessing many magical treasures, he was incredibly haughty.

He even showed signs of not respecting Hanxing.

Hanxing knew he couldn’t persuade him, so he said no more, only stating: “My calculations show that the girl Shui Wen died within the Zhoutian Pavilion. We must think carefully about how to settle this account.”

The Zhoutian Pavilion was powerful and a gathering place for many demonic experts. The Hanxing Gate alone could not compete with it.

Furthermore, the Heavenly Gate had been closed for a thousand years, and no one had ascended in that time.

Rumor had it that the righteous path possessed the Heaven-Dividing Ruler, the demonic path possessed the Heaven-Ascending Ladder, the demon race guarded the Heaven-Locking Chain, and the Vast Sea hid the Heaven-Dew.

Gathering these four god-level treasures would allow the Heavenly Gate to be reopened. The Hanxing Gate took this as its mission, working hard for the benefit of all cultivators.

The Heaven-Ascending Ladder controlled by the demonic cultivators would have to be taken back sooner or later.

“Junior Brother, this matter requires a long-term plan.”

Ascension was practically Hantian’s only thought, and the mention of the Heavenly Gate awakened his reason.

He said hatefully, “Fine.”

For the sake of ascension, he would endure. However, even if he couldn’t touch the filthy demonic cultivators inside the Zhoutian Pavilion, he could touch the demonic cultivators outside the Northern Abyss.

He would first “kill the chicken to warn the monkey” and give the Demon Venerable of the Zhoutian Pavilion a warning blow.

Lightning struck on a clear day, and the wind swirled sand in all directions. The low-level disciples in the Hanxing Gate tightened their outer robes.

In this ghostly weather, the sun was shining clearly, yet it was chilling to the bone.

“Are you sure you want to head south for training at this time?” The fat civet cat found it hard to understand the host’s thoughts.

If they took the female lead out of the Zhoutian Pavilion at this time, according to the plot and the forced push of this world’s Heavenly Dao, Yun Qianxue would almost certainly run into Pan Yang.

No, no she would 100% encounter Pan Yang.

“Aren’t you just throwing a meat bun at a dog (wasting effort)? What was the point of all that previous stimulation of the female lead?”

“Don’t worry.” Yin Shaoqing had her own plans. What she wanted was exactly for the two of them to meet.

If they didn’t meet, how could Yin Shaoqing let Yun Qianxue see the ugly sight of her “beloved” Senior Brother with three wives and four concubines, lingering in a den of tenderness?

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