Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Invisible Person

Inside Lu Yang Peak of the Wanyang Sect, Pan Yang violently smashed the teacup on the table.

“Useless trash! Can’t even handle a simple task!”

The outer sect disciple kneeling on the floor trembled uncontrollably, not daring to lift his head.

The veins on Pan Yang’s hand, pressed firmly against the table, bulged. His face was distorted as he asked coldly, “Are you certain you saw Junior Sister appear in Tianyang Town?”

“Yes… yes.” The outer sect disciple, whose head was practically buried in the floor, answered with a voice shaking from sheer terror.

Upon hearing this, Pan Yang closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “Hah…”

That damned Yin Shaoqing! Trash, absolute trash!

She couldn’t even kill a crippled woman; what use was she?!

“Pass down my order. Have the brothers below search for Junior Sister’s tracks.” Pan Yang had a massive headache. He had clearly told the Sect Master previously that Junior Sister had been captured by the demonic cultivators of the Zhoutian Pavilion and would most likely not survive.

Because of that, that old geezer had punished him by making him kneel in the forbidden grounds for a month.

Pan Yang gritted his teeth. If Junior Sister returned to the Wanyang Sect alive and exposed the fact that he had traded her for a pill, wouldn’t that old geezer tear him apart?

“Once you find her, deal with her secretly. Don’t let anyone notice. Make it look clean, understand?”

Pan Yang’s expression was like that of a vengeful ghost. The outer sect disciple stammered his agreement, shaking like a sieve, which only made Pan Yang more irritable.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the man out.

“Calm down. How can you achieve great things if you are this agitated?” A mechanical voice rang out in Pan Yang’s mind.

“How can I not be anxious?” Pan Yang’s face was grim.

“That old geezer has long been dissatisfied with me. If that waste returns alive, those two the malicious father and daughter will surely find every way to kill me!”

“Yun Qianxue is under a curse I placed; she will never betray you,” the mechanical voice replied.

“Then what damn use is that?!” Pan Yang gnashed his teeth.

A waste without a spiritual root, much less a Golden Core—what did it matter if she was devoted to him?

He found it disgusting!

Who would want the loyalty of a piece of trash?

“Yun Qianxue is another core of this world. Her existence will serve as a boost for you to become the Child of Fortune. Therefore, it is suggested that you find Yun Qianxue as soon as possible.”

“I’m not looking.”

Such a waste, completely useless, and she wouldn’t even let him touch her what use was she?

A slut who dares to act like a virtuous woman; she isn’t even afraid of being laughed at.

The mechanical voice went silent after hearing this.

Pan Yang, however, paced back and forth in the room incessantly, the folding fan in his hand snapped by his grip. His habitually gentle face had become cold and sinister.

No, he had to go personally.

Just as the messenger of the Heavenly Dao said, since Yun Qianxue was a world core, she wouldn’t die easily.

Combined with her disgusting luck for turning misfortune into blessing, it was best if he did the deed himself to kill her, just to be safe.

“Master, look at this!” Jiameng, who hadn’t left the Zhoutian Pavilion in a hundred years, was intensely curious about the outside world.

She had almost forgotten what the outside looked like.

Having changed into a low-profile black outfit, Yin Shaoqing wore a black iron mask that covered most of her face, leaving only her sharp, crimson thin lips and beautifully curved chin exposed.

“This disguise is worse than no disguise at all,” the fat civet cat sprawled on her shoulder muttered via telepathy.

“Can’t you see the little female lead staring at you? She’s practically entranced.”

Hearing this, Yin Shaoqing turned her head. Her gaze, as calm as an ancient well, crashed right into those gentle, translucent almond eyes.

“What are you looking at?”

“Ah?” Caught red-handed, Yun Qianxue’s thin face flushed slightly. She said in a panic, “Senior, your disguise is too—too conspicuous. This junior thinks you should change to another method.”

Even though Yin Shaoqing’s black robes were simple and unadorned, her tall, graceful silhouette and her aura of cold nobility could not be hidden.

Compared to the majesty of her formal robes, she now possessed an added air of cold, ascetic, and chilling mystery.

It only made people want to peel off her mask even more to see the natural beauty underneath.

Yin Shaoqing frowned. With a flick of her fingers, the tall and ascetic female cultivator transformed into a tottering old woman right there on the street.

Yun Qianxue:

She was dumbfounded by this blatant behavior. After a moment, she couldn’t help but say between laughter and tears, “Senior, there are so many people watching. You’ve just exposed yourself.”

“Tsk…”

Yin Shaoqing was incredibly annoyed. Why were there so many complications?

The previous naked stares had already disgusted her enough; now there were even more.

“Why don’t we find a place to stay first, and then disguise ourselves properly?” Truth be told, Yun Qianxue was somewhat hungry.

Gurgle…

“?”

Yin Shaoqing moved her gaze to the girl’s stomach. She thought she had heard a sound just now?

Yun Qianxue’s face turned scarlet.

Argh! Why was her stomach being so uncooperative!

Yin Shaoqing’s thin lips rarely curved into a slight arc. She started walking away. “Let’s go.”

Yun Qianxue gritted her teeth, suppressed her blushing face, and followed.

Far off by a stall of spiritual plants, Jiameng, who had stood there for a long time and been completely ignored, stood stunned: “???”

So I’m basically an invisible person, is that it?

Yun Qianxue was intimately familiar with Tianyang Town, so she acted as the guide, leading the way.

Having lost her cultivation, her pace was much slower than that of an average cultivator.

Surprisingly, Yin Shaoqing did not show any disdain, walking slowly behind her.

Jiameng, however, rolled her eyes and smiled at Yin Shaoqing: “Master, why are you walking so slowly? Could it be you are accommodating our little Miss Yun?”

Yin Shaoqing spared her a glance, her eyes clearly saying: I am an old woman now, you idiot.

Jiameng:

Fine, you can stay single for a lifetime then!

An angry Jiameng turned and ran off, unwilling to stay with these two anymore, or she’d eventually die of rage.

“Hey, where are you going?” Yun Qianxue chased after her for two steps but couldn’t catch up, feeling a bit anxious.

This was Wanyang Sect territory; it would be a disaster if Jiameng exposed her identity as a demonic cultivator.

“Ignore her. Just keep walking.” Yin Shaoqing pushed Yun Qianxue’s shoulder to keep her moving forward.

A dignified Golden Core Master of the Diming Gate—if she didn’t even have the ability to hide herself, what use was she?

The spot that was touched felt like it was on fire—burning hot. The tips of Yun Qianxue’s ears turned slightly red.

She subconsciously bit her lip, thinking to herself: This person is truly… how can she perform such gestures so naturally?

Yun Qianxue’s private thoughts were relayed to Yin Shaoqing by the bored system.

Yin Shaoqing: “?”

Wait, since when does ‘men and women shouldn’t touch’ apply to women and women?

She had only given Yun Qianxue’s shoulder a push; how did that count as “such gestures”?

“You”

“Senior, we’ve arrived.”

Yin Shaoqing’s words were interrupted by Yun Qianxue. Yun Qianxue paused and turned to ask her, “Senior, what’s wrong?”

Seeing this, Yin Shaoqing withdrew her hand imperceptibly and shook her head: “Nothing.”

Forget it, let’s just chalk it up to a child’s ignorance.

The fat civet on her shoulder rolled its eyes. Child?

This female lead is over a hundred years old, okay?

In the modern era, that’s the age of seeing six generations under one roof.

Just how many layers of filters are you wearing to say something so against your conscience?

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