Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Salvation Value is Zero

“Why are you blushing?” Yin Shaoqing frowned. What, did the female lead develop a fever now that her spiritual root is gone?

This constitution of hers was far too fragile to handle any hardship.

Upon hearing those words, Yun Qianxue snapped back to her senses and hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand. However, she was weak and lacked the strength to break free. For a moment, she stood there with pale lips, overwhelmed by embarrassment.

The female lead’s weak struggle was as soft as a tiny kitten touching Yin Shaoqing’s palm with its paw pads.

It actually caused a stir in Yin Shaoqing’s heart.

“Why are you blushing?” she asked a second time with a shred of patience, having completely put Pan Yang out of her mind.

Ever since Pan Yang advanced to become a Golden Core expert, no woman had ever ignored him. What is with this demoness Yin Shaoqing?

Frowning imperceptibly, Pan Yang’s hand, hidden in his sleeve, began to frequently rub his ring. He increasingly felt that his Junior Sister was getting in the way.

A woman without a spiritual root why is she receiving so much attention?

Tightening his grip on the ring, Pan Yang raised his hand to block the space between the two women. He took a natural step forward and smiled warmly at Yin Shaoqing: “Qingqing, it has been a long time. I have much to say to you.”

Yun Qianxue, who was blocked behind him, suddenly changed her expression. She reached out to cover her burning cheeks, her breathing intermittent. The waves of heat emanating from the tips of her ears left her even more at a loss.

That person… that person is too beautiful. A beauty that seizes the soul, making it impossible to look away. She is too aggressive.

Being abruptly interrupted was a very aggravating matter. Yin Shaoqing glanced at the hypocritically smiling man before her, lifted her chin, pressed her red lips tight, and lazily let out a chuckled snort while cradling her sword.

“Get lost.”

“?” Pan Yang froze upon hearing this.

He stared in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing several times before he found his voice. “I am Pan Yang. Qingqing, do you not recognize me?”

His tone rose sharply at the end. He didn’t understand why this demoness, who used to be subservient to him, was suddenly so rude.

“Of course I recognize you.”

Yin Shaoqing’s fair and slender fingers stroked the Tiangang Sword, curling restlessly from time to time.

“Pan Yang, Master Pan this Seat told you to get lost“

This time, Pan Yang understood. The impatience and disgust in the demoness’s tone weren’t even worth hiding; fearing he wouldn’t understand, she had deliberately emphasized the word “lost.”

Pan Yang’s gentle smile instantly froze on his face, leaving him speechless.

Even though he was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, this demoness’s cultivation was unfathomable. Even if Pan Yang was so angry that his warm mask shattered into pieces, there was nothing he could do.

He could only secretly tug at Yun Qianxue behind him, hoping this low-value Junior Sister would show some discernment.

True to expectations, the “bullet-blocking” skill of a Masochistic Novel female lead was always maxed out.

“Senior Yin, you cannot speak to my Senior Brother like that.” Dressed in snow-white, Yun Qianxue—trembling so much from illness that a gust of wind could blow her over spread her thin arms to block the path in front of her beloved Senior Brother.

That beautiful yet haggard face was full of resolve and unyielding spirit.

Yin Shaoqing tilted her head and sneered.

If one didn’t know better, they would think Yun Qianxue was protecting some Law of the Heavenly Dao or the core of the world.

Acting so righteous and awe-inspiring.

“You, move aside.” With a flick of her finger, Yun Qianxue, who was like a tiny kitten, was easily tossed aside by Yin Shaoqing toward the fat civet cat.

Raised high, and put down gently.

The fat civet rolled its eyes. The host was only fierce toward the female lead on the surface.

“Junior Sister!” Pan Yang’s eyes widened. He stepped around Yin Shaoqing and rushed toward Yun Qianxue.

The anxiety and tenderness on his face looked exactly like the real thing.

“Senior Brother, I’m fine.” Having suddenly been moved, Yun Qianxue couldn’t quite react, but that didn’t stop her from answering her brother.

Pan Yang reached Yun Qianxue in two steps, squatted down, and let out a long breath after checking her nervously from left to right: “Thank goodness you aren’t hurt. Thank goodness…”

Seeing her Senior Brother’s anxiety for her caused Yun Qianxue to lower her eyes and secretly curl her pink lips, unable to hide her heartfelt joy.

What a fool.

Yin Shaoqing leaned against the table and shook her head slightly. Yun Qianxue’s “Salvation Value” had been halved.

“I can give you the medicinal pill, but I have conditions.” Unwilling to watch this fake pair of lovebirds act out their deep affection any longer, Yin Shaoqing interrupted the questioning Pan Yang was about to utter.

He wanted to use her mistake to perform a play of “deep affection for his Junior Sister” and “rage for a beauty,” but he didn’t stop to see if she was willing to set the stage for him.

Pan Yang’s words got stuck in his throat, making him feel stifled, yet he didn’t dare interject.

He had just received a “get lost” for interrupting; who could guarantee Yin Shaoqing wouldn’t strike if he did it again?

“The pill is yours. Yun Qianxue stays.”

“Impossible!” Pan Yang stood up abruptly, reaching out to protect the sister behind him, his face grim.

“Qianxue is my Junior Sister. I will never trade her for a pill, even if that pill could save my life.”

Ha? Yin Shaoqing lazily lifted her eyelids to watch him talk nonsense. He’d die without the Soul Formation Pill?

How come she didn’t know about such a “good thing”?

“Senior Brother, you mustn’t!” Yun Qianxue grew anxious upon hearing this. She grabbed Pan Yang’s hand, her eyes full of worry: “Brother, you don’t need to worry about me. The Soul Formation Pill is important. I am willing to stay.”

“Junior Sister!” Pan Yang turned to look at the weak girl and roared in pain, “How can I abandon you!”

“Senior Brother, I”

“Both of you, shut up.” Her ears were aching from their back-and-forth. Yin Shaoqing leaned back, her face cold as she tapped the scabbard of the Tiangang Sword.

“Stay or not, I will only give you one chance.” She held her long sword horizontally; even hidden in its sheath, the Tiangang Sword was terrifyingly cold.

Watching the black sword pointed at the tip of his nose, Pan Yang’s throat moved, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his nose.

He desperately wanted to leave Yun Qianxue behind, but he feared she might make it out of Yin Shaoqing’s hands alive. If that happened, wouldn’t the image of “deep affection” he had maintained for a hundred years be ruined?

He glanced sideways at Yun Qianxue, hoping this woman would be sensible enough to volunteer to stay.

Meeting Pan Yang’s gaze, Yun Qianxue mistakenly thought he was worried about her. With a warm heart, she stood up firmly and spoke first: “I will stay.”

“Think it through. You will die here.” Yin Shaoqing’s words were laced with the ice and snow of the Northern Abyss, cold enough to make one’s bones ache.

The overwhelming pressure of a cultivator caused the blood to drain from Yun Qianxue’s face. Her knees felt weak, and she trembled so much she could barely support her body.

If it weren’t for that flame of love for her Senior Brother burning within her, she probably would have collapsed on the ground long ago.

Pan Yang did not have Yun Qianxue’s willpower. He propped himself up against the table behind him, his face ashen and his body shaking with fear; he couldn’t even manage to give Yun Qianxue a hand.

“Senior Yin, I will stay.” After several coughs, Yun Qianxue managed to force these words out.

She had thought it through clearly: if there was no Soul Formation Pill, her Senior Brother would die.

If something happened to him, what face would she have to go on living?

Hearing this, Yin Shaoqing nodded and stepped forward, the predatory aura around her not diminishing in the slightest.

Risking her life for such a coward. The female lead’s Salvation Value was halved again.

Yun Qianxue opened her almond eyes wide, her pale, trembling lips bitten into a deep red mark by her teeth.

Every step Yin Shaoqing took felt like it was treading on her heart, making her feel suffocated.

When Yin Shaoqing leaned in and grabbed Yun Qianxue’s wrist, the girl stumbled and fell to the ground.

Cold sweat drenched her hair. With one hand held up by Yin Shaoqing, she couldn’t even crawl up, looking utterly wretched and embarrassed.

“Where is your Golden Core?” With this grip, Yin Shaoqing finally noticed something was wrong.

She had been wondering why Yun Qianxue was so thin and her constitution so poor.

It turned out that not only had her spiritual root been extracted, but even her Golden Core had been dug out.

Dizzy from the pressure, Yun Qianxue instinctively lifted her gaze toward her beloved Senior Brother.

Yin Shaoqing followed her gaze.

A dignified peak Golden Core expert was slumped more pathetically than the broken woman before her.

“Heh…”

Digging out a core and extracting a root for such a thing.

Yin Shaoqing let go of her hand, allowing Yun Qianxue to lie panting on the cold ground. Her face was icy, her gaze dark and devoid of light.

She had already made her judgment.

In this world, Yun Qianxue’s Salvation Value zero.

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