Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Identity

“Yours?” Yin Shaoqing frowned, holding Yun Qianxue with one arm.

Her other hand formed a claw, and her spiritual energy erupted, making the Realm Spirit’s bones creak and groan. This sudden surge of killing intent startled the fat civet cat.

Wait, it said she’s its master, not its woman. Why are you getting so worked up, Host?!

“It’s alright, it’s alright.” Yun Qianxue, looking quite used to this, reached out to tug on Yin Shaoqing’s sleeve. She looked up and said, “Senior Yin, finding the Spirit-Nourishing Fruit is more important.”

Hearing this, Yin Shaoqing tilted her head to look at the person in her arms.

Seeing that smiling little face…

Tsk…

Yin Shaoqing couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch Yun Qianxue’s cheek the one currently flushed and showing two adorable little dimples. It was smooth, soft, and left a lingering warmth on her fingertips.

Satisfied with the “hand-feel” of this little kitten, Yin Shaoqing felt quite content.

As for Yun Qianxue, she completely buried her face in Yin Shaoqing’s chest, her exposed ears turning a bright red.

Having teased the girl into such a state, Yin Shaoqing stopped while she was ahead and looked up at the Realm Spirit she had nearly strangled to death. Disdainful of the fact that even an “Earth Immortal” was only at this level, she frowned and said, “Since you call her Master, then perform the soul-binding.”

Once Yun Qianxue controlled the Lingtian Secret Realm, forget one fruit it wouldn’t be a problem if she ate Spirit-Nourishing Fruits every single day.

“I don’t need you to tell me!” The Realm Spirit glared venomously at Yin Shaoqing. Damn half-baked cultivator, I’ll kill her sooner or later!

“Master, this is the item you entrusted to me back then. I have preserved it well.” Facing Yun Qianxue, the Realm Spirit’s face changed in a second, becoming exceptionally obedient.

Yin Shaoqing sneered. Since it loved playing the clown so much, it would be a pity not to set up a stage for it.

“Me?” Yun Qianxue turned to look at it, her eyes full of vigilance and calculation.

She knew the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t let her die easily, which was why she dared to risk her life to break into this secret realm. As long as she entered, the Heavenly Dao would have to stop the self-destruction of the Lingtian Realm, regardless of the cost. When the two guardian beasts didn’t attack her at the gate, she had sensed something was off. But she never expected it to be this… well, this inexplicable.

“Trust your own providence.” Yin Shaoqing looked down at her knowingly. This person’s luck had always been heaven-defying.

With Yin Shaoqing’s word, Yun Qianxue no longer hesitated and took the box offered by the Realm Spirit. The moment she touched the lotus-patterned box, a sense of familiarity and closeness flowed through her fingertips into her entire body. It was like a soul returning to its place, or a severed limb regrowing.

A milky white light radiated from the palm-sized box, enveloping Yun Qianxue in a warm, bright glow. Yin Shaoqing watched as a fingernail-sized, lustrous jade fragment merged into Yun Qianxue’s body.

Is that a Celestial Bone?

The Realm Spirit also saw the Celestial Bone, and its eyes filled with uncontrollable greed and excitement. Finally, finally, the wait was over!

Unexpectedly forced into a fusion with the Celestial Bone, Yun Qianxue closed her eyes and immersed herself in a sea of stars. Constellations rotated in the sky as profound laws revealed themselves before her. It felt like a dream; she could no longer perceive the outside world. Or perhaps, trusting that the person beside her would protect her, she allowed the scent of peach blossoms to accompany her as she peacefully fused with the bone.

In reality, a fight had already broken out.

Halfway through the fusion, the Realm Spirit which had acted obediently while secretly repairing its severed half suddenly attacked. A purple-black dark light flashed from its fingertips, thrusting straight toward Yun Qianxue’s head.

Yin Shaoqing, who had been waiting for an excuse to beat it, drew the Tiangang Sword. With one strike, she shattered its body and pinned its soul-form firmly against the mountain peaks! No mercy was shown.

With the Tiangang Sword fully unsheathed, the contact point with the soul-form crackled; the sword was actually devouring the soul.

“You can’t kill me!” The Realm Spirit never expected Yin Shaoqing to be so ruthless. Surely its dead master and this half-baked cultivator were close friends? “If you kill me, Master will definitely avenge me!”

The Realm Spirit suddenly found its confidence. It gambled that for the sake of its “Master,” this woman wouldn’t deal a killing blow.

Yin Shaoqing was amused by its shamelessness and arrogance. She raised her hand, and the Tiangang Sword sank inch by inch into the screaming Realm Spirit.

“Let me tell you a secret.”

Yin Shaoqing stepped across a hundred miles in an instant to stand before the Realm Spirit. Demonic energy churned and struggled in her dark eyes. Her chilling voice carried a scent of blood and tyranny: “I hate useless things the most.”

In her world, “loving someone’s house and its crows” (loving everything associated with a person) never existed, especially for a useless thing. Without giving the Realm Spirit any chance to argue or beg for mercy, the Tiangang Sword twisted. The distorted soul-form of the Realm Spirit, eyes filled with disbelief and resentment, was utterly annihilated.

A pitch-black jade tablet fell evidently the Realm Spirit’s true form. The words “Ling Tian” were carved on it, along with dense red and black lines; those were the karmic debts left behind from the cultivators the spirit had killed.

“Tch, a broken tablet trying to reach for the heavens?” Yin Shaoqing sneered and crushed the jade tablet under her foot, leaving the spirit with zero chance of recovery.

From the moment Yun Qianxue entered, this secret realm was destined not to collapse. Why keep this backstabbing thing around? Yin Shaoqing, holding the “script” of the world, was well aware of the Realm Spirit’s treacherous ambitions.

The fat civet cat shook its whiskers and nuzzled Yin Shaoqing’s shoulder. “The progress of changing the female lead’s fate has reached 30%. Host, please keep up the good work.”

Yin Shaoqing, who had stood motionless for five years, opened her eyes. She was greeted by a sea of pale blue flowers. In those five years, the celestial essence leaking from Yun Qianxue had helped these flowers bloom.

Her black-patterned hem moved with the wind, kicking up a rain of petals. A few small, delicate flowers with yellow stamens landed on Yun Qianxue, their celestial dew wetting her thin shift. Yin Shaoqing’s nose twitched; fortunately, the scent of Cold Lotus she loved wasn’t masked. Otherwise, she would have probably uprooted this blind field of flowers.

Fat Civet: A Host in love is truly unreasonable.

She had no “eyes” to see what Yun Qianxue wanted, no “brains” to know what the girl was going to say, and not a shred of romance she couldn’t even manage a confession in a sea of flowers. Or rather, given her emotional intelligence, she probably still thought she only liked the female lead as a kitten or a pet. This was just a master’s protection for a pet; she wouldn’t even think toward the direction of romance. Tsk, such denseness is fatal.

Yun Qianxue felt as if she had been in a dream. In the dream, the Milky Way hung upside down, and she counted the stars while treading on clouds, holding a handful of Hallowed Soil to block a vast flood and save all living beings. She passed through cities ruined by plague, acting as a physician to heal the people.

She stepped into a sea of blood amid the fires of war, becoming an anonymous soldier; even with blades gouging her bones, she neither fled nor surrendered, guarding her territory. She even wandered into the jade-tiled golden halls of the palace where crows perched on phoenix trees; under the name of a deposed Empress, she schemed and plotted, overthrowing corruption and slaying a tyrant, hearing the people sing the virtues of an Empress Regnant.

In the end, in a clear, spiritual valley, golden clouds hugged the earth and Cold Lotuses bloomed as she rose into the celestial mist. Tens of millions of years of boundless merit transformed her bones and changed her blood she was born a God.

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with that person’s glamorous face. The scent of peach blossoms was so familiar, penetrating her very marrow.

Yun Qianxue only heard herself speak.

“Senior Yin, who exactly are you…”

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