Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Long Qin

 

Jiameng, who had been tossed out of the battlefield by Long Qin, was still dazed when she was grabbed by Yun Qianxue for questioning.

 

“Who is she, and what is she here for?”

 

Holding the belief that seeing Yun Qianxue was as good as seeing the Venerable One herself, Jiameng didn’t hide anything.

 

“She is an old friend of the Venerable One from many years ago. This time, she came to deliver the Heaven-Locking Chain.”

 

Otherwise, Jiameng wouldn’t have dared to let her in privately.

 

“The Heaven-Locking Chain?” Yun Qianxue froze upon hearing this.

 

Opening the Heavenly Gate required four divine artifacts: the Heaven-Dividing Ruler, the Heaven-Locking Chain, the Heaven-Ascending Ladder, and the Heaven-Soaking Dew.

 

The Heaven-Locking Chain belonged to the Demon Race. Now that the Demon Race had sent someone to deliver the artifact, could it be that Yin Shaoqing intended to open the Heavenly Gate?

 

If that were truly the case, Yun Qianxue mused, it was time for her to plan to retrieve the Heaven-Soaking Dew for Senior Qing.

 

“However, the Venerable One has always disliked this old friend of hers,” Jiameng spread her hands helplessly. “Even that Heaven-Locking Chain, which others would break their necks to get, was despised by association.”

 

This wasn’t Long Qin’s first time at the Zhou Tian Pavilion, but every time she came, the demonic aura on her body was different.

 

In Yin Shaoqing’s words, she was a dandy, a total piece of scum.

 

Moving through a thousand flowers without letting a single petal go.

 

“What?” Yun Qianxue’s eyes widened, her pink lips pulling into a mocking smile. “So how did she dare to get touchy-feely with you?”

 

The children of their house weren’t trash; why did everyone think they could lay a hand on them?

 

Yun Qianxue let out a cold snort. Amidst Jiameng’s growing sense of dread, she called out loudly to advise Yin Shaoqing, who was currently thrashing Long Qin: “Senior Qing, don’t beat her to death.”

 

“She didn’t do anything truly evil; she just ‘accidentally’ touched Jiameng a few times, that’s all.”

 

A few times? Just?! That’s all?!!

 

A sudden fire ignited in Yin Shaoqing’s heart, and a murderous intent appeared on her dark expression.

 

The Tiangang Sword transformed; a horizontal strike landed solidly against Long Qin’s waist.

 

Like the collision of iron and stone, a metallic ring echoed. In the midst of the booming sound, Long Qin was sent flying.

 

Ying Shaoqing drew an array with her hand and teleported her directly out of the Zhou Tian Pavilion.

 

Get the hell out, you damned dandy.

 

“Hey! Venerable One, the Heaven-Locking Chain!” Jiameng grew anxious. If Long Qin left, what would happen to the chain?

 

Knowing she couldn’t persuade her stubborn Venerable One, Jiameng turned her gaze toward the spectating Yun Qianxue.

 

She grabbed Yun Qianxue’s arm and shook it, her words carrying a hint of pleading: “Quick, talk to the Venerable One! No matter how angry she is, she can’t just discard the Heaven-Locking Chain, right?”

 

“Talk to her?” Yun Qianxue looked at this “daughter” whose elbows were already turning toward Long Qin and let out a light laugh.

 

“I think this is quite good.”

 

The corners of her upturned lips suddenly dropped, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

 

Had she not suppressed her cultivation, she would have joined in to beat this shameless scoundrel herself.

 

A piece of scum dared to touch her Jiameng?

 

“Hiss… I say, you hit too hard.” The flung-away Long Qin rubbed her abdomen where she had been struck.

 

Faint golden scales emerged there, helping her block that fatal strike from the Tiangang Sword.

 

“I warned you.” Yin Shaoqing pointed the tip of her sword at Long Qin’s throat, her face covered in frost, looking extremely displeased.

 

“There’s no need for this,” Long Qin sighed. She reached out a finger to push the Tiangang Sword aside and brushed off the footprints left by the kicks on her clothes.

 

Exasperated, she said, “We are old friends of many years, after all. Is it necessary to go for the kill?”

 

Hearing this, Yin Shaoqing sheathed her sword and sneered, “If it weren’t for the sake of our years of friendship, you would have been a dead worm by now.”

 

“Tsk, this King is a Dragon!” Long Qin’s face changed instantly. If she weren’t unable to defeat this damned woman, she would have torn her apart long ago!

 

And she would have done it right in front of the beautiful Jiameng!

 

Let the little beauty see that she was much more powerful than this sharp-tongued, heartless woman who didn’t know how to speak like a human.

 

“Stay away from Jiameng in the future.”

 

The girls of their house would only marry someone who loved them with a single heart. Scum should stay far away.

 

“No.”

 

Long Qin was defiant. She stood with one hand on her hip, pointing fingers. “I am serious! I even brought the Heaven-Locking Chain as a betrothal gift. Isn’t that sincere enough?”

 

“Sincere?” Yin Shaoqing let out a cold laugh as she scanned her.

 

“Based on this broken chain, you want to marry my daughter?”

 

“Why don’t you look in a mirror and see what kind of creature you are? Do you deserve her?!”

 

The Tiangang Sword in Yin Shaoqing’s hand hummed. A lustful dragon who frequented flower houses wanted to lay hands on her daughter?

 

She’d chop those claws off!

 

These words seemingly poked a sore spot for Long Qin. Her usually smiling face darkened.

 

Her tone became dangerous. “I don’t want to argue with you, but my feelings for Jiameng are sincere. You’d better not misunderstand.”

 

She went to flower houses, but she had never touched anyone. She was keeping herself pure for the little beauty.

 

Yin Shaoqing didn’t care to listen to her explanation. As she turned to leave, Long Qin called out to her.

 

“Hey, do you want the Heaven-Locking Chain or not?”

 

“Such a precious thing—I pushed through all the dissenting opinions and suppressed the opposition of the elders to bring it here from thousands of miles away.”

 

Long Qin crossed her arms, looking somewhat resentful at Yin Shaoqing’s lack of gratitude. “Even if you don’t want to trade Jiameng to me, shouldn’t you let me come in and sit down for a bit for the sake of the Heaven-Locking Chain?”

 

What kind of old friend travels a long distance only to be kicked out without even a bite of food?

 

“Pushed through dissenting opinions?”

 

Yin Shaoqing was amused. She turned to look at the composed Long Qin.

 

She spoke bluntly: “We are both thousand-year-old monsters; don’t act innocent.”

 

If it weren’t for the fact that the powerful figures of the Demon Race, including Long Qin herself, were unable to use the Heaven-Locking Chain, would they have handed it over so easily?

 

And she wanted to use such a broken thing to trade for Jiameng?

 

Perhaps she had too much “fun” at night and started dreaming the moment her head hit the pillow!

 

Yin Shaoqing’s words left absolutely no face for the other.

 

Long Qin frowned.

 

When she had come to the Zhou Tian Pavilion before, she had teased the little beauty, and her unscrupulous old friend had never been this angry.

 

What happened?

 

Wait… could it be related to that young girl who came back with her old friend?

 

Long Qin tapped her finger against her lip. It was only after that girl shouted that her old friend went for the kill.

 

“Humph, humph~” She really did discover a huge secret.

 

Fine then. Since the path through her old friend was blocked, she would just take the path through that young girl instead.

 

Perhaps it would be even easier.

 

“It’s over, it’s over. That Heaven-Locking Chain definitely won’t be staying again.” Jiameng was unhappy, her face falling as she looked at the person beside her. “Why didn’t you talk some sense into the Venerable One?”

 

“Me?” Yun Qianxue snapped out of her thoughts, pointing at herself and shaking her head. “I have no special relationship with Senior Qing. It’s not my place to control her.”

 

“How would I dare to interfere?”

 

“If you don’t, then who will?” Jiameng glared at her huffily. “The Venerable One cares about you so much; it’s only a matter of time before you’re together. What are you afraid of!”

 

Yun Qianxue couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

 

What was she afraid of?

 

She was afraid the person was too dense and would always mistake stirrings of the heart for the pity one feels when raising a pet.

 

Yun Qianxue saw it clearly: Yin Shaoqing hadn’t “awakened” at all.

 

Though she protected her at every turn, she stubbornly believed it was just the care one gives to a beloved pet.

 

It truly made one’s teeth itch with frustration.

 

“Just tell the Venerable One directly. She has such a straightforward personality and isn’t exactly clever in these matters; she often doesn’t understand the concept of subtlety.”

 

Jiameng knew well her Venerable One’s denseness regarding romance. If Yun Qianxue didn’t take the initiative to make it clear, who knew when their relationship would ever be confirmed?

 

Yun Qianxue looked down in silence, when suddenly a faint scent of peach blossoms reached her nose.

 

The fragrance grew stronger, yet no one appeared.

 

Yun Qianxue smiled, thinking of that Star Lake again. When she was picking salt, there was also someone hiding in the shadows, acting sneakily just like this.

 

The chains of the Heavenly Dao tightened, and the pain in her soul deepened, yet Yun Qianxue’s face showed a happy and sweet smile.

 

Perhaps she could make it clear. Taking a gamble wouldn’t be a bad idea.

 

Why not take this opportunity…

 

She tilted her head to look at Jiameng, who was exasperated by the two of them pulling back and forth, and asked, “Jiameng, do you have any thoughts about getting married?”

 

“What?!” Jiameng’s face turned bright red. She was so startled she started stammering, unable to speak properly.

 

“I… I, I don’t want to!”

 

Then why is your face red? Yun Qianxue shook her head inwardly.

 

Jiameng wanted a grand wedding with ten miles of red silk, she wanted a home, and she wanted someone to cherish her—anyone could see that.

 

Yun Qianxue patted her shoulder and comforted her, “What’s the panic? I’m going to get married too. We are the same, aren’t we?”

 

Jiameng froze, not understanding. She instinctively asked back, “Don’t you like the Venerable One? Who else do you want to marry?”

 

Why did her tone sound like she didn’t mean marrying the Venerable One?

 

“Marrying anyone is fine, but it couldn’t possibly be Senior Qing.” Yun Qianxue suddenly felt her scalp tingle. A sense of danger that pierced to the bone swept over her, making her tremble with fear.

 

But she stubbornly endured it and said, “Senior Qing only treats me like a cat or a dog she’s raising. It’s impossible for us to be together.”

 

How could one-sided devotion ever yield a return?

 

If she was always the one taking the initiative, she would eventually get tired.

 

The moment she finished speaking, that crushing pressure suddenly vanished.

 

Yun Qianxue didn’t notice what Jiameng said next. Her pink lips curled into a trace of a smile, knowing that the person had heard her words.

 

“Alright, I’ll head back first. Senior Qing has a lot to say to you; stay and keep her company.” After instructing Jiameng, Yun Qianxue turned and left.

 

She couldn’t push the person too hard. That woman was like a piece of wood; applying too much force would only make it snap.

 

Once Yun Qianxue left, Yin Shaoqing, who had been hiding in the shadows, revealed herself, giving Jiameng a fright.

 

“Venerable One, why were you hiding? You scared me to death.” Jiameng complained, clutching her chest.

 

Yin Shaoqing fell into deep thought. Thinking about what that girl in the thin clothes had said, she restrained herself but eventually asked Jiameng: “How do you think two people who are mutually fond of each other should handle things?”

 

She needed to confirm whether her care for Yun Qianxue was merely an act of helping the weak in the eyes of others, or… a matter of the heart.

 

There it is…

 

Jiameng rolled her eyes. This was dense enough. Her Venerable One really didn’t realize how ambiguous her attitude toward Yun Qianxue was.

 

Fine. Seeing as her Venerable One was very good to her, she would properly teach her what love and affection were.

 

Yun Qianxue, who had intentionally made space for the two, returned to the Lotus River Dock. In a good mood, she picked lotus pods and began peeling the seeds.

 

She understood those two too well. That dense, sharp-tongued person would definitely ask Jiameng how to distinguish love, and Jiameng would naturally tell her everything she knew.

 

Jiameng was reliable, so Yun Qianxue wasn’t worried she would lead Yin Shaoqing astray.

 

With the lotus river rippling slightly and the peach blossoms blooming in the distance, she would just sit and wait for that person’s answer.

 

“Yo~ I finally found you~” Before a bowl of lotus seeds was finished, Long Qin, who had climbed in through the window, caused Yun Qianxue’s eyes to turn cold.

 

She only paused for a moment before continuing her movements, saying with a light smile, “What is it, Your Excellency? Please speak.”

 

“Hey, I like direct people like you.” Long Qin sat down opposite Yun Qianxue without acting like a stranger and tossed a lotus seed into her mouth.

 

She said nonchalantly, “It’s nothing big. I just wanted to talk to you about that Heavenly Gate.”

 

Yun Qianxue’s fingertip trembled. A plump, round lotus seed abruptly fell onto the table and rolled onto the floor.

 

It was covered in dust.