Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24.1

Chapter 24.1: Dealing with the Scumbag

“Host, please take note: the Female Lead’s blackening value has reached 50%. Please intervene immediately.” In the middle of the night, the fat calico cat plopped its butt right onto Yin Shaoqing’s stomach.

It literally crushed her awake.

Yin Shaoqing didn’t say a word; she didn’t even have time to scold it before teleporting to the Lotus River Dock.

The open window let in the silvery moonlight, but the room was empty, leaving only a lingering, faint scent of cold lotus.

There was no disturbance in the formations outside the Zhou Tian Pavilion. It seemed Yun Qianxue had left on her own.

Yin Shaoqing pressed her fingers against her aching brow and asked in a low voice, “What happened?”

Clearly, the two of them had opened their hearts to each other during the day, and the atmosphere had been perfect. If nothing had happened, that consistently intelligent and sensible girl would never have left without saying goodbye.

“It was the Heavenly Dao. Using the curse, it transmitted images of the original Yin Shaoqing extracting the Female Lead’s Golden Core directly into her sea of consciousness.”

The fat calico cat scratched the floor viciously with its sharp claws.

Its tone was full of frustration. It had thought it had dealt a heavy blow to that damned Heavenly Dao and that it would behave. It hadn’t expected the Heavenly Dao to find such a loophole.

If the progress of the Female Lead’s destiny correction hadn’t suddenly jumped by 5%, it probably would have discovered it even later.

One wave after another.

Yin Shaoqing carefully inspected the room. Aside from her own belongings, Yun Qianxue had taken nothing—and, of course, left nothing behind.

For some reason, Yin Shaoqing smiled and let out a sigh: “She really is quite resolute.”

“Host, aren’t you going to chase her?” The fat cat was so anxious its paws were scratching the doorframe.

Yin Shaoqing shook her head.

No. This might be for the best.

The fat cat’s eyes widened. It froze for a long time before it finally reacted. Its fur stood on end, and its tail curved high: “Host, you didn’t know all along that the Heavenly Dao would do this, did you?!”

The silence in the room that followed was Yin Shaoqing’s answer.

The system was completely bewildered. Wasn’t the whole point of liking someone to protect them?

“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me? I could have at least stopped that guy.”

Yin Shaoqing reached out to gently stroke the cold, empty bed. Her eyes lowered slightly, and her clear voice carried a calmness like water.

“When this body was taken apart, it was half good and half bad.”

The wrongs the original owner committed—now that she had taken over—could be ignored but not completely disavowed. Otherwise, how could that girl, who had suffered so much, find peace within herself?

As long as she used this vessel for even a day, she had to thoroughly resolve the matter of the harm caused to Yun Qianxue.

The fat cat’s short, meaty ears pressed back into “airplane ears.”

Logically speaking, it didn’t think anyone could accept being caressed by the same bloody, terrifying hand that had once stabbed into their own body. Just thinking about it was frightening…

“Let’s go. Time to get to work.” The Tiangang Sword manifested. Yin Shaoqing picked up the dejected fat cat and strode toward the bottom of the Zhou Tian Pavilion.

Reverse the Heavenly River, pull down the mountain pillars, turn the sun to dust—she walked with a naturally lazy yet imposing gait.

With the dragon’s palace and tiger’s domain, the heavens and earth as her image, protected by wind and clouds, and a saintly rule of virtue—for such a peerless master to fall from the azure clouds into the mire was merely a matter of a single thought by the Heavenly Dao.

With that one thought, the path to heaven collapsed and the saints fell.

“Little girl, why have you come to this filthy place instead of staying in your nice Kuixing Pavilion?” In the third level of the Zhou Tian Pavilion, demonic energy surged, ten thousand ghosts wailed, and an old woman barked harshly.

“Shut those embarrassing things of yours up, Guixiao Ku! They’re making a racket!”

Every time the little girl came to the third level, she got a headache from the ghosts raised by that old thing.

The shadow being yelled at shuddered and flickered, revealing its true form. Bound by cold iron and sealed by numerous talismans, it was the body of a six-year-old child with dark purple skin. Guixiao Ku—the Ghost Who Cries and Laughs—shook the two heads on his neck, one weeping and one laughing, looking aggrieved.

“Qing-qing, hee hee hee~ I can’t control them. It’s all Guiku’s fault for insisting on refining that Soul-Locking Furnace.”

“Bah!” The crying face beside it sobbed, “You shameless laughing face! We share one body and two souls. If you didn’t agree, could I even control your half of the body?”

“Ugh… Qing-qing, this laughing face is a real bastard. You mustn’t listen to him, ugh…”

“Neither of you is any good, so stop passing the buck.” The old woman in green robes locked opposite them had a cold glint in her eyes, looking as if she wanted to grab her cane and beat them both.

“Enough, enough.” Yin Shaoqing rubbed her temples. This happened every time she came to the third level. Enduring the buzzing in her ears, she turned to the old woman and advised: “Senior Qingliu, you are a thousand years older than Senior Guixiao Ku. You should be the bigger person and not get angry with him.”

Oh boy!

The fat cat looked away, unable to watch. Its host was truly the best at stabbing people where it hurt.

Everyone knew that a thousand years ago, the genius junior sister of the Wanyang Sect, who was in the Soul Transformation stage, was among the top three on the Celestial Beauty List. She was the female cultivator with the greatest potential to ascend. Unfortunately, once the Heavenly Gate was destroyed, her hopes of ascension vanished. Now that a thousand years had passed, her youthful beauty had withered, and she was no longer the radiant girl of sixteen. “Old” was the word Goddess Qingliu hated hearing most.

As for Guixiao Ku, he was the star disciple of the Ghost-Sealing Gate who had reached the Golden Core stage at a hundred years old. With two souls in one body and exceptional talent, he should have had a limitless future, but he too suffered the disaster of the closing Heavenly Gate. Now he was sealed in the third level, trapped in a child’s body, and hated it most when people called him short or small.

“Pfft, hahaha! I told you these two old things would bicker and ask Qing-qing to judge every single time.” A delicate female voice laughed heartily. “Don’t they realize no sweet words could ever come out of Qing-qing’s mouth?” Dressed in pink and green, she was the Peony Immortal, a Soul Transformation master of the Demon Race from a thousand years ago.

“On the contrary, don’t you see they love Qing-qing’s sharp tongue?” A refined, elegant gentleman—the former Chief of Wanyang Sect who reached the peak of Golden Core at a hundred—the Azure Fan Immortal.

Iron chains clattered as voices of laughter, both high and low, echoed.

From the Soul Transformation stage to the Tribulation-Transcending Rogue Immortals; from scattered cultivators to favored children of heaven; from top disciples of famous sects to sect leaders and elders—a total of 1,831 people were sealed together in the Zhou Tian Pavilion’s demon abyss.

“Little A-Qing, have you come for the Heavenly Gate?” In the very center of the abyss sat a white-haired elder. The demonic energy surrounding him could not overcome the power of the stars and moon that circled him. Plucking stars and touching the moon—this vast sea of stars lent a wisp of light to the Star Priest, helping him peer into the heavens and see the Dao.

This elder was Xing Yan, the Great Elder of the Star Priest Sect from a thousand years ago. At the peak of Tribulation-Transcending, he should have ascended, but he divined that the Heavenly Dao was deviating and insisted on staying. Risking a drastic drop in cultivation, he forcibly glimpsed a path to survival, sealing these thousand-plus people in the abyss. He used demonic energy to hide their immortal essence and a star array to mask their presence from the Heavens, keeping them alive for a millennium.

“If the Heavens are unkind, they cannot bless all living beings.” Elder Xing Yan raised his palm, revealing a round bead the size of a fist. Inside the bead was a vast galaxy where life and death rotated—it was the Star Priest Sect’s greatest treasure, the Star-Peering Bead.

Back then, of the thirty-six members of the Star Priest Sect, all ascended except him. Seeing they couldn’t persuade him, his sect-mates left all their treasures to him. This Star-Peering Bead was a mid-grade Earth-rank immortal artifact that required thirty-six disciples to inject their essence simultaneously. When his sect-mates ascended, each left a strand of immortal essence within it, greatly enhancing its power as a life-saving tool for him.

“The Vast Sea is mysterious and dangerous. You must be extremely cautious on this journey.”

“Mhm.” Yin Shaoqing didn’t decline. Before Elder Xing Yan, every one of her actions was clearly seen. Even before she transmigrated, Xing Yan had divined that the sliver of survival lay here, which was why he opened the demon abyss to welcome her arrival.

As someone who arrived here with no knowledge and was too lazy to find her own place to stay, when these thousand people proposed that she turn the river into land and they would build her a residence, Yin Shaoqing had naturally agreed.

The fat cat glanced at this cunning old man, wondering who was really using whom. Xing Yan sensed the system’s gaze, a starlight flickered in his eyes, and he laughed heartily.

“We will guard the Zhou Tian Pavilion; you need not worry.”

Since Yin Shaoqing was an external soul, Xing Yan could not divine her future. He could only give her every magical treasure he deemed useful.

“Me, me, me! Here’s the Soul-Locking Furnace and the Soul-Arresting Bell!”

“Guixiao Ku, take that gloomy stuff back.” A White Tiger Rogue Immortal with gold patterns on his skin brought out his own life-bound artifact. “The Dui Fang (Mouth Fang)—it is sharp enough to break ten thousand barriers and will ensure your path forward is smooth.”

“My Phoenix Fire can incinerate anything.”

“This old man’s Drunken Gourd doesn’t have much, but it can certainly booze a few Great Strand cultivators to death.”

“Do you want the Immortal-Binding Lock?”

“Hey, take my Cloud-Flying Cape. It can block astral winds. It’s not much, just take it to play with.”

“Take the Wanyang Sect’s Spirit Beast, the Black Tiger. It has a good nose; let it scout the way for you.”

“Hiss… Qingyang, you old geezer, can’t you be gentler with such a cute tiger?”

“Tsk, I won’t.”

“Tsk, you two grown men are so dallying. Move! Qing-qing, your auntie here has the Red Mist Chain to protect you from wind and frost.”

“Old woman, what use is that thing? A blanket? Move aside! Qing-qing, look at my Nine Thunder Lock. It can summon heavenly tribulations.”

“And mine…”

“Mine is good too…”

The clamor was so loud that even the wailing of ten thousand ghosts couldn’t be heard. it looked very much like a bustling marketplace.

Yin Shaoqing shook her head. She picked up the artifacts that had been unceremoniously tossed at her feet and were covered in dust, wiped them clean, and returned them one by one.

After making them take them back, she said helplessly, “I only need the Star-Peering Bead to find the Heaven-Soaking Dew. As for the other artifacts, the mysteries of the Vast Sea would likely damage them. It’s not worth it.”

Shattered void and chaotic rifts were things even immortals found hard to withstand. These artifacts, which would be fought over and worshipped in this world, were but a drop in the ocean there and amounted to nothing.

“I have Tiangang. It is enough.”

Above are the stars, below the rivers and mountains; across the vast dark sky, one blade severs ten thousand laws. From the moment she took over this body, Tiangang was her life. As long as the stars remain, Tiangang does not leave.

“Sigh…”

Someone let out a sigh, and a sudden silence fell. These old fogies who had lived for a thousand years saw it clearly: this journey was one of near-certain death. Back then it was the Ladder, and now the Dew—neither was easy to obtain. How could the Heavenly Gate be so easily opened?

They had once secretly promised that if the little girl didn’t want to open the Gate, they would never force her. After all, masking their presence from the Heavens relied on the demonic energy of this girl. They had spent a hundred good years using her power, laughing and having hope. They were all masters who had glimpsed the Great Dao; if they were full of heart-demons and hidden ugliness, Xing Yan’s divination would have been for nothing. The thousand people he protected were brilliant in talent, liberated in heart, and transcendent in virtue.

This was why Yin Shaoqing was willing to help them. As long as the Gate didn’t open, these people couldn’t ascend or be free. Similarly, the girl who smelled of lotus would continue to suffer the pain of the Heavenly Dao Curse.

The fat cat leaned in Yin Shaoqing’s arms, finally understanding: its host intended to send Yun Qianxue away so she could retrieve the Dew alone.

Leaving the abyss, as the sun began to rise, the fat cat squinted and said: “If the Female Lead finds out about this plan, won’t she be furious?”

Yin Shaoqing didn’t want Yun Qianxue to be in danger; similarly, Yun Qianxue wouldn’t want her to risk her life.

Yin Shaoqing fell silent for a moment, then looked at the distant sky. The clouds were light and the wind was calm; the world was vast. A transcendent sigh escaped her lips: “I’ll have Jiameng prepare a washboard.”

She just didn’t know how long she’d be forced to kneel on it. Sigh…

Fat Cat: “…”

Motherfucker, saying the most cowardly things with the most righteous expression. Host, are you a comedian sent by the Monkey King?!

Unaware of Yin Shaoqing’s plans, Yun Qianxue had changed her appearance and headed straight into the heart of the Changxian Sect.

With the help of the Lingtian Secret Realm, she managed to barge into the main hall and face the elders of the Changxian Sect before they finally reacted.

“Presumptuous! How dare you trespass into the Changxian Hall? Who are you!” The Third Elder, Chang Wei, barked angrily. The pressure of the mid-stage Spirit Severing stage rolled out, whipping up a storm of spiritual energy.

However, aside from blowing the stray hairs at Yun Qianxue’s temples, nothing happened.

Seeing the intruder calmly sit down and even pour tea while smiling at their reactions, the First Elder pressed a hand down on Chang Wei, who was looking bewildered and angry, intending to strike again. The First Elder couldn’t see through this person’s cultivation; she likely used some secret technique.

“Fellow Daoist, how should we address you, and why have you come?” Knowing how to judge the situation was an advantage that kept the Changxian Sect standing.

Yun Qianxue nodded inwardly, knowing she had come to the right place. She lowered her head and smiled. “This junior is Yun Qianxue. I have come for the Lingtian Secret Realm.”

“The Lingtian Secret Realm?!” The three elders in the hall were shocked.

The blunt Second Elder took a step forward. “Little girl, don’t try to deceive us. That secret realm disappeared long ago. What could you possibly bring out?”

Back when the secret realm first appeared, these sects had investigated everything about Yun Qianxue. They knew she was a mere Golden Core cultivator and had later lost her spiritual root and core, making her essentially a commoner. Even if she had found some opportunity in the realm to recover her core, so what? Could she really hand over the secret realm for their use?

“The Lingtian Secret Realm has indeed disappeared from the world.” Yun Qianxue raised her hand. Spiritual energy surged, and a white jade bead the size of a fist appeared. With their cultivation, the elders could see at a glance that the secret realm was hidden within.

“Go invite the Sect Leader and the Ancestor.” The First Elder didn’t hesitate to instruct Chang Wei. No matter what Yun Qianxue demanded, they had to have that secret realm.

Zzzzt… Warning. Warning. The World Core intends to harm the Son of Heaven’s Fate. Please capture and deal with her immediately.

Pan Yang, who was out drinking, was startled by the sudden voice. He spat out a mouthful of wine all over the beautiful woman beside him. The woman shrieked and was about to complain, but when she saw Pan Yang’s grim expression, she went silent and trembled in fear.

“Get out, all of you!” Pan Yang slapped the table, driving away the women surrounding him. He remembered he was supposed to be a “gentle” person and must not curse or go mad in front of everyone.

The beauties fled as if they were being pardoned. Every girl in the flower house knew Pan Yang’s methods were ruthless; those with low cultivation and no backing couldn’t afford to offend him.

“That bitch wants to harm me?” Pan Yang sneered, his eyes full of contempt. “Hah, is she even worthy?!”

A mere piece of trash—even with that female demon Yin Shaoqing backing her, she was still trash. Ah, no—she was a piece of trash with immortal blood and some value.

“It’s just as well that she’s coming. I’ll wait for her to deliver her blood to me personally.” Pan Yang sneered. An overconfident woman; she had learned nothing except how to walk right into a trap.

The mechanical voice crackled a few more times and then went silent. Pan Yang was already obsessed; heart-demons had entered his body. Even though the Heavenly Dao was suppressing them, it couldn’t make him recover. One moment he was madly wanting to kill the World Core, and the next he felt she was no threat at all. He was erratic, clearly showing signs of falling into the demonic path.

The Heavenly Dao had no choice but to inflict pain on Yun Qianxue through the curse.

Yun Qianxue, who was talking with the Changxian Ancestor, paused for a moment, then smiled brightly and continued the discussion. She had once treated the pain of the curse as a trial of being with Yin Shaoqing. Thinking about it now, she was terribly wrong. The curse didn’t come from that person, so how could it stand between them? Now, the pain brought by the curse had become her amusement.

The deeper the pain, the greater the threat she posed to Pan Yang. Since that was the case, let the curse do its worst. She wanted to see what the Heavenly Dao could actually do to her.

Yun Qianxue possessed great luck—this was the luck determined by the laws of the entire cultivation world, which the Heavenly Dao could not interfere with. Only when she willingly sacrificed herself for the Son of Fate could this luck be silently transferred to him. But now that Yun Qianxue was acting with “nothing to lose,” the Heavenly Dao was helpless.

The Heavenly Dao didn’t understand why there were leaks in its plan, nor why Yun Qianxue—who had always been obedient and allowed Pan Yang to plunder her luck—had suddenly rebelled. It evolved from laws, yet it did not understand the suffering and joy of living beings.

“I will wait for her here at the Wanyang Sect.” Pan Yang downed his wine and said hatefully, “Let’s see if that bitch dares to come!” Since she betrayed him and gave the secret realm to the demonic path, don’t blame him for acting on behalf of heaven and slaying evil!

At nightfall, Yun Qianxue, who had not stayed at the Changxian Sect, arrived cloaked in moonlight. Stepping over fallen leaves, she kicked open Pan Yang’s door.

The noise was significant. Pan Yang looked up, thinking it was lucky he had sealed the area with a formation earlier, or the bitch’s actions would have surely drawn that old geezer Wan Chi. However, he showed none of this on his face. Instead, he smiled gently. “Little Junior Sister, what is wrong? Are you blaming me for not picking you up from the Zhou Tian Pavilion? Why take it out on the door?”

Yun Qianxue withdrew her fair hand and blew away the dust that wasn’t there. Her eyes lowered, and her tone was indifferent. “Senior Brother, you worry too much. It’s just that a man and a woman alone in a room in the middle of the night—for the sake of reputation, it’s better not to close the door.”

She suddenly looked up, her gaze sharp, pointing directly at Pan Yang. Her chin tilted slightly as she said coldly: “What do you think, Senior Brother Pan?”

Pan Yang’s smile froze, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly before he replied, “That is natural.”

In his heart, he cursed: Bitch. Acting like a whore but wanting to set up a monument to your chastity. Look at your trashy self; besides your looks, what else is there for a man to like? If I actually did something to you, it would be a blessing. Hah, ungrateful bitch!

“Senior Brother Pan, don’t bother cursing me in your heart.” In a flash, Yun Qianxue was beside the table. She wiped the chair in disgust and sat down using a handkerchief as a cushion. Her red lips curled into an interested smile. “Why don’t you say it out loud so I can hear it too?” She really hadn’t heard gossip about herself; she might as well try it.

“Junior Sister, what are you saying?” Pan Yang’s eyes shifted, his face showing the displeasure of being wronged. “I have always treated you as my love; how could I bear to curse you?”

Deep affection showed on his refined, handsome face. His eyes were full of longing as he looked at Yun Qianxue in her silver-patterned black clothes.

Yun Qianxue couldn’t help it; she let out a sneer. How had she not noticed before how disgusting this man was? The words he spoke carried the foul stench of fake sentimentality. How had she been so thoroughly deceived in the past?

“Since you treat me as your love, why don’t you abolish your cultivation with me and live as a pair of commoners until our hair turns white?”

Pan Yang, who had quietly sat opposite her, rubbed his fingers and let out a bitter smile. “Little Junior Sister, how can such a thing be up to me?” He looked up, his gaze earnest and his tone incredibly sincere. “You know the state of the world today; demons are causing chaos, and the cultivation of the disciples within the Immortal Sects is mostly insufficient. Plus, the Lingtian Secret Realm was snatched by the demonic path recently. It’s a tense time between good and evil. How can I flee with you when the sect is in danger?”

The sect had raised him for a hundred years; how could he be so disloyal and unrighteous?

Yun Qianxue nodded. If she hadn’t seen him secretly observing her and failed to hide the greed in his eyes when he mentioned the secret realm, she might have actually believed him.

“So you mean you don’t want to leave with me?” Yun Qianxue continued to play along. The stage was set; the play should only get more exciting. She had finally realized the fun Senior Qing had when, cloaked in the scent of peach blossoms, she played out a great drama of deception and clashing blades with others. Let’s see who can deceive whom and who can put on the better act.

“It’s not that I don’t want to; I am simply powerless.” Pan Yang let out a long sigh. Even if he wanted to leave, how could his master, his sect leader, and his fellow disciples agree? His cultivation was so deep, and he had the support of the Heavens; they all lived under his protection. How could they let him go?

He wasn’t like the woman in front of him. Pan Yang looked at her with “tenderness,” but in his heart, he sneered: A piece of trash—and she actually dares to come back.

“But I was so good to you. Senior Brother, how could you treat me like this?” Tears welled in Yun Qianxue’s eyes, making her look pitiable.

When she was still in the Golden Core stage, Pan Yang had fantasized more than once: how exhilarating it would be if this favored child of heaven could cry for him and beg him. But now…

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