Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Breaking Free

“Beauties, wine, a beautiful night in a wonderful setting.”

Drinking the fine wine in his cup in one gulp, Pan Yang let out a long sigh of relief.

“Haaa… This is the kind of life an immortal should lead!”

“Please note: Yun Qianxue has been detected nearby. Please retrieve Yun Qianxue promptly.” The cold mechanical voice interrupted Pan Yang’s self-satisfied ease with a total lack of discernment.

His face fell instantly, and he let out a cold sneer: “I’m not going. A waste of a woman—is she even worthy of me looking for her?”

“Yun Qianxue is the world core. Repeating: the world core possesses great providence. Please, Child of Destiny, capture the world core promptly.”

The mechanical voice tirelessly tried to dissuade Pan Yang.

However, Pan Yang’s heart was entirely set on his “first beauty of the Flower House,” whose company was worth a thousand pieces of gold. He couldn’t be bothered to listen to the mechanical voice’s rambling and simply blocked it one-sidedly.

He threw down a thousand gold and shouted grandly to the young servant waiting outside the door: “Go and invite your Fairy Qinglian up! This Venerable wants to have a good look at this little lady today~”

The lust-clouded gaze and the explicit, lecherous words utterly destroyed the gentle temperament he usually feigned; even his handsome face became loathsome.

The young servant, having received a tip, happily ran down to invite their courtesan.

Hiding aside to watch the scene, Yin Shaoqing rubbed the fat civet cat on her shoulder and sneered: “This thing actually dares to call itself ‘Venerable’?”

Since when can a mere Golden Core dares to claim such a title?

A gust of fragrant wind swept by as the graceful and pure Fairy Qinglian passed the window of their private booth. Yin Shaoqing frowned and turned her head away.

This scent was quite pungent.

She lifted her eyes to the silent person beside her and asked: “This Senior Brother of yours is quite at ease.”

Yun Qianxue’s face was deathly pale. Her sea of consciousness felt like it was being twisted by knives, and her hand hidden in her sleeve was clenched tight. Her nails pierced her palm, digging into the flesh.

She had no energy to answer the question.

Only through this bone-drilling pain could she maintain a shred of clarity and keep herself from rushing out to find Pan Yang.

Yin Shaoqing stared at the obviously unstable Yun Qianxue, her fair hand hidden by her long sleeve tightening unconsciously.

Wait a little longer. Let Yun Qianxue see more of Pan Yang’s wickedness.

Only in this way would Yun Qianxue’s soul have the chance to break through the shackles of the Heavenly Law Curse and wake up. Even if she couldn’t fully escape, at least her soul could open its eyes to see the darkness around her.

It was too painful!

Her soul felt as if it were being torn apart one side pulling her toward Pan Yang, while the other side preferred to be shattered into pieces rather than leave the scent of peach blossoms beside her for even a moment.

“Pfft—” A mouthful of fresh blood was forced out of Yun Qianxue’s throat, and large beads of sweat flowed from her forehead and temples!

Yun Qianxue’s convulsing left hand reached out tremblingly toward the black gold-leaf patterned robes, wanting to grab them but not daring to touch.

“Hey!” Yin Shaoqing’s expression changed drastically. She grabbed Yun Qianxue’s left hand and scooped the girl into her arms by the waist.

Blood continued to pour uncontrollably from Yun Qianxue’s mouth, blocking the words she struggled to speak. Her once clear and translucent eyes were bloodshot, filled with a thousand pleas.

Yin Shaoqing didn’t hesitate to wrap Yun Qianxue in her expensive robes. Stepping onto a formation, one teleportation array after another appeared in the air, crossing ten thousand miles in an instant.

Inside the Tiangang Grotto of Lingyun Peak, there was a Cold Pond Spiritual Jade about to be enlightened, capable of stabilizing the spirit and molding the soul—this was something Yin Shaoqing had prepared long ago.

Once away from Pan Yang’s vicinity, the tearing pain diminished, and Yun Qianxue finally sank into a deep coma.

Yin Shaoqing placed her on the spiritual jade and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the filth from Yun Qianxue’s face. Her solemn expression made the fat civet cat afraid to speak.

The host was angry—seriously angry.

Yin Shaoqing smoothed the disheveled hair by Yun Qianxue’s temple, her pressed lips curling downward.

She had been too hasty. She forgot to consider that Yun Qianxue’s body had neither a spiritual root nor a Golden Core. It was her lack of foresight and her improper conduct.

The Demon Venerable’s regret did not reach Yun Qianxue’s ears, nor could it enter her sea of consciousness.

Yun Qianxue had fallen into a nightmare.

Pan Yang, her mother, her father, her brothers and sisters from the sect people she knew and people she didn’t each one was pointing at her nose, cursing her.

“Junior Sister, without that spiritual sword, I might have lost, but I wouldn’t have died, right? Even if the Eldest Senior Brother is tyrannical and unreasonable, he wouldn’t have killed me.”

“Junior Sister, you actually helped that waste Pan Yang obtain the Jiling Sword to deal with me?! I pampered you for so many years in vain; you are an ungrateful white-eyed wolf! Get out! Never let me see you again!”

“Rebellious child! What is this look of wanting to live or die for a man? Go to the Hall of Punishment to receive your penalty!”

“Sister, Pan-lang and I are truly in love. I beg you, I beg you to leave him, okay? You are so capable, you can survive after leaving him, but I am just a mortal woman how can I live without him… sob…”

“Sister, for the sake of the secret between the Chief Disciple Pan and me, please eat this pill to lose your voice, okay? I won’t harm you. Besides, I know you are tight-lipped, but what if… what if you slip up and everyone finds out that Pan Yang and I didn’t mean to sleep together?”

“O Great Saintess, Miss, please disperse your soul, okay? Young Master Pan and I are together now. But I am just a lowly Foundation Establishment cultivator from a small sect; how can I snatch your fiancé? If your father finds out, I will die. Miss, I beg you to die for the sake of my life, okay?”

“Oh, look at this waste. Not only is her spiritual root gone, but even her Golden Core is missing. Sisters, why do you think a thing like this deserves to stay by Young Master Pan’s side?”

“Jiao-er, don’t say that. Junior Sister… Junior Sister didn’t mean it.”

“Tch, a piece of trash. Does she deserve to stay in the Wanyang Sect?”

“That woman is so disgusting. She has no use at all yet clings to Senior Brother Pan for dear life; we can’t even shake her off.”

“Exactly. If it were me, I would have crashed my head into a wall out of shame long ago!”

“Tsk tsk, truly a child born of a mother but not raised by one! Slut! Whore!”

“How could I give birth to such a shameless daughter! I told you not to cry, do NOT cry!”

Those familiar faces distorted, screaming, roaring, and mocking in Yun Qianxue’s ear like vengeful ghosts!

“No…” Yun Qianxue knelt on the ground in a futile effort, wanting to embrace herself, only to find she was pinned to the floor by chains and iron hooks. She couldn’t move; she couldn’t escape. Her wide almond eyes began to turn dilated and hollow.

Yes, she had always been kneeling. She should be kneeling… she couldn’t stand up, and she shouldn’t stand up…

“Cough…”

Another mouthful of blood spat out, staining Yin Shaoqing’s hand. The blood against the fair white hand was glaringly red so red it made Yin Shaoqing’s eyes ache.

Ignoring the filth on her hand, she only wiped the blood from the corner of Yun Qianxue’s mouth. An entire silk handkerchief was quickly soaked through, yet Yun Qianxue continued to mutter in her sleep, struggling and spitting blood incessantly.

The moment Yun Qianxue’s soul woke up, it would inevitably trigger the Heavenly Law Curse. At that time, if Yin Shaoqing’s fragmented consciousness remained in her sea of consciousness, it would only harm her.

But right now, Yin Shaoqing wanted nothing more than to tear that curse apart and shatter those chains!

Their foreheads pressed together. Yun Qianxue’s blood stained Yin Shaoqing’s clean, fair face, her chin, and even the tear mole beneath her eye. The blood left a trace, falling like a tear.

“The Zhoutian Pavilion does not keep useless people. Either stand up for me even if it means breaking your bones and tendons, or die by dispersing your soul and spiritual energy.”

The clear, pleasant voice struck like a thunderclap, deafening and enlightening!

Yun Qianxue’s closed eyes suddenly snapped open!

Light broke through the clouds. Stars pushed aside the heavy darkness, spilling the fireflies of the Milky Way. At the other end—the end across a river with no bank or bridge—stood a person alone against ten thousand gusts of astral wind.

Clad in a night-black robe, yet more dazzling than the break of dawn.

The scorching light pained Yun Qianxue’s eyes. She struggled forward involuntarily, moving toward that person.

The iron hooks piercing her collarbones ground against her bones; the thorns stabbing her heart sank deeper and deeper. Amidst her struggles, blood splattered on Yun Qianxue’s face and beneath her eyes, sliding down like tears of blood.

The torture of the soul was a thousand times more painful than that of the body, yet at this moment, Yun Qianxue seemed unable to feel the pain. Her soul shook like a sieve from the agony, yet she struggled frantically as if mad, even if it meant tearing herself apart.

As long as I can stand up! As long as I can stand up!

“Stop.” It was like a sigh.

Yin Shaoqing bypassed the blockade of the Heavenly Law Curse, enduring the soul-shredding pain of the astral wind to reach this frail little lunatic. Her long, cool fingers gently wiped away the blood-tears beneath Yun Qianxue’s eyes, her palm sweeping across the bloodstains on half her face.

“If it hurts, take it slowly.”

It was her lack of foresight, her haste for success, that caused Yun Qianxue to suffer this torture of a thousand cuts.

Yun Qianxue stopped. She tilted her head.

Like spring flowers blooming, or summer rain falling on the eaves.

Yin Shaoqing saw the most beautiful Cold Lotus blossom. It was as precious as the Epiphyllum that blooms only to vanish, as subtle as the Plum Blossom that is proud but not lonely, as stunning as the Heavenly Fragrance Peony, and as beautiful as the Poppy that never falls.

It bloomed in the silent darkness, in the thick blood, and at the corner of Yun Qianxue’s lips it was that trembling smile, wretched and ugly, a trace of a smile revealed without strength.

Yun Qianxue half-lifted her face, leaning weakly into Yin Shaoqing’s palm, resting there peacefully just to catch her breath for a moment.

The Heavenly Law Curse was tightening; the two iron hooks were growing, attempting to form solid rings. She needed to gather her strength to completely break free from these two obstacles.

“Let’s stop here. It won’t be too late to break free after I reshape your Golden Core and increase your soul power.”

These words seemed to be kicked out by the fat civet cat; it was a compromise that Yin Shaoqing never dreamed she would blurt out.

Yun Qianxue smiled.

With a raspy voice, she asked the person the person whose eyes couldn’t hide an emotion that seemed even more painful than her own.

“Senior, do you know what I thought of?”

“What?”

Yin Shaoqing’s confusion did not make Yun Qianxue feel lost; on the contrary, her smile became even more radiant.

She thought of that affectionate peach blossom scent that secretly blew her way; she thought of the messy cloth bandages; she thought of the “useless” medicinal pills that Jiameng disdained; she thought of this person’s “heart-of-tofu” duplicity.

She thought of that deafening warning, and… the dignified Demon Venerable, the master of the one hundred and eight gates of the Zhoutian Pavilion, the woman who held the Tiangang to command the demons of the Northern Abyss.

How could she soften so easily?

“I thought…” Her cheek pressed softly against Yin Shaoqing’s palm, Yun Qianxue nuzzled it like a young deer. Looking directly at her, she said slowly: “When a person is in pain, they always want a bit of comfort.”

Yin Shaoqing was speechless and somewhat at a loss.

She… truly didn’t know how to comfort people.

Seeing Yin Shaoqing’s embarrassment, Yun Qianxue’s eyes curved into a smile, and she said with amusement: “Then let’s leave it as a debt for now.”

With that, the scent of clear snow swept past, and the iron chains suddenly rang out!

The sound of bones shattering and flesh tearing was like the roar of thunder. The iron hooks fell, carrying blood with them.

The rain of blood fell onto Yin Shaoqing’s hand, which she hadn’t had time to withdraw scalding, burning, with a sharp edge, leaving a deep brand upon it!

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