Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24.2

Chapter 24.2: Dealing with the Scumbag

He pursed his lips, his brow furrowing.

People really do change; even the once high-and-mighty Little Junior Sister had changed now. She had become ugly, becoming nauseating. This tearful appearance truly ruined his appetite.

“Junior Sister, you and I both know the situation back then. At that time, my fellow disciples were pointing at my spine and calling me trash. If you hadn’t offered your spiritual root for me, I don’t know what would have happened to me.”

Pan Yang, acting as if he were deigning to lower himself, poured a cup of ice-cold tea for Yun Qianxue.

He comforted her, “I will do my best to compensate you. It’s just that I cannot leave with you no matter what. The sect needs me; this world needs me. Junior Sister, you must understand that in the face of the greater good, romantic entanglements are the last thing one should have.”

Look at this “gentle and considerate” facade.

Yun Qianxue stared at that cup of ice-cold tea, sneering in her heart.

Even that person—the one who was blunt, didn’t know the first thing about coaxing people, never said a nice word, and whose tongue was more pungent than the scent of peach blossoms on her body—knew to give her warm, appropriate tea to drink. She never let her drink anything cold, nor did she let her suffer the chill.

And what about this scumbag full of sweet words?

Tsk… No, there is no comparison between them. Pan Yang isn’t even worthy.

“Senior Brother is right. It’s just that I feel I should help out when the sect is facing a great disaster. However, as you know, your spiritual root and mine cannot merge perfectly.”

Yun Qianxue rose, looking down at this hypocritical villain. She smiled indifferently: “How about Senior Brother returns my Heavenly Spiritual Root to me?”

“What?!” Pan Yang’s expression changed.

For some reason, that momentarily distorted expression shifted back to a refined look. He still wanted to take the Immortal Bone and Immortal Blood with minimal effort; he didn’t want to tear off the mask just yet. Who knew how many good things were still on this bitch? Naturally, he wanted to fleece her for as much as possible.

Yun Qianxue was somewhat surprised; she didn’t know what Pan Yang had experienced during the time she spent with Yin Shaoqing. Why was he becoming more brainless now? He didn’t even know how to fake it anymore. In the past, he had maintained a perfect image of a refined, jade-like gentleman for a hundred years without being exposed.

“Junior Sister, you have no Golden Core. Even if you have a spiritual root, you cannot increase your cultivation in a short time,” Pan Yang made an excuse. “So, it’s better to let Senior Brother protect you.”

“Hmm…” Yun Qianxue pondered for a long time before saying: “But Father has a spiritual medicine that can merge a spiritual root and a Golden Core. I can use that.”

“However, I’m afraid I must trouble Senior Brother to return my spiritual root along with the Golden Core.”

Yun Qianxue’s beautiful, pure face wore a strange, fake smile. Her round apricot eyes swirled with a chilling malice. She still remembered the disappointment in that person’s eyes when she grabbed her wrist and questioned where her Golden Core had gone. The Zhou Tian Pavilion did not keep useless people; she had to become capable.

Hearing this, Pan Yang’s face darkened completely.

He simply ripped off his mask, revealing his most venomous side. He sneered and asked this overconfident woman, “You were the one willing to give those things to me. Now that you’ve become a piece of trash, you actually want to ask for them back?”

He grinned exaggeratedly, leaning forward, his eyes full of mockery. “Are you even worthy?”

“Hahahahaha! A bitch like you wants to ask me for things? Look at how lowly you acted like a dog back then. You’re not even worthy of questioning me!”

With a palm strike, Pan Yang shattered the cold jade table and immediately followed up with a slap. If this slap landed, Yun Qianxue would likely spit blood, her face ruined.

Yet, Yun Qianxue did not even dodge. With a flick of her finger, a sweep of Immortal Essence met him. That thunderous palm strike landed squarely on Pan Yang’s own face.

Slap! The sound was exceptionally loud.

It made Yun Qianxue laugh uncontrollably.

“Senior Brother, what are you doing?” Looking at Pan Yang, who had been slapped to the ground by his own hand, Yun Qianxue tilted her head as if confused. “I know you’ve wronged me, but there’s no need to punish yourself like this.”

The innocence on her face vanished, replaced by disgust. Her brow furrowed. “Covered in blood—how disgusting.”

Pan Yang scrambled up in a sorry state, clutching his throbbing face, his mind dazed. What did she do?!

Pan Yang, his mind barely clearing, called for the Heavenly Dao Messenger to help. “Hurry and suppress this woman! Damn it, little bitch, I’m going to kill her!”

Warning. Warning. The curse cannot stop the World Core. Please, Son of Heaven’s Fate, flee this place immediately.

In that pitch-black world, Yun Qianxue’s soul, locked to the Heavenly Dao pillar, looked down as the spikes piercing her body sank deeper. Blood flowed down the spikes and chains, dripping onto the small, weak sapling at her feet. A sliver of life in the darkness—how wonderful. When it grew by drinking blood, it would surely bloom with the most beautiful and vibrant peach blossoms, releasing the sweetest fragrance.

Outside her sea of consciousness, Yun Qianxue pressed forward step by step. With every step she took, Pan Yang retreated a step in fear. His face was smeared with blood, ugly and wretched. All his magical artifacts had lost their function.

Within Pan Yang’s original formation, Yun Qianxue had overlaid a second-tier Earth-rank formation centered on the Lingtian Secret Realm. Even if she cut off Pan Yang’s limbs right here, no one would know.

“Junior Sister, what are you doing?” Knowing he couldn’t resist or escape, Pan Yang began to play the emotional card. “We were once so in love. Could you bear to kill me?”

Pan Yang’s sharp questioning was just short of actual tears. He didn’t seem like a Golden Core disciple of the Wanyang Sect, but more like a resentful woman in the inner chambers.

Yun Qianxue’s hand moved like lightning. Without giving him time to react, she used the dagger Yin Shaoqing had given her for self-defense to gouge the Heavenly Spiritual Root straight out of Pan Yang’s body!

“AAAAAAAHH!!!” A pain comparable to the soul being torn and the agony of a spiritual root being gouged made him scream. It was bone-deep pain, nothing like the excitement he felt when he first received the root.

With a wave of her sleeve, she threw the writhing Pan Yang across the room, slamming him hard against a boulder. The impact exacerbated the injury of his gouged spiritual root. A mouth full of blood stifled Pan Yang’s wailing, giving Yun Qianxue some peace and quiet.

Before Pan Yang’s eyes, she smiled and forced him to watch as she destroyed that Heavenly Spiritual Root everyone envied. Now that she had the Immortal Bone, she no longer needed a spiritual root. Since this thing was already dirty, it might as well be destroyed.

“NO!!!” That was his Heavenly Spiritual Root!

Pfft— Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Pan Yang was so stimulated that he actually fainted.

“Tsk…” Yun Qianxue retracted the dagger, wiped it clean, and looked at the unconscious Pan Yang with disgust. Truly a piece of trash, unable to handle even this little bit of stress. Back then, when she had risked her life in various dangers and foolishly seized treasures for this waste, she wasn’t this fragile.

Yun Qianxue wasn’t kind enough to let Pan Yang sleep until he woke naturally. She splashed a bucket of icy, dirty water mixed with ice chunks over him.

As he woke, Yun Qianxue stepped forward slowly, looking at Pan Yang’s hand clutching his dantian, her expression cold. Under Pan Yang’s fearful gaze, she spoke: “Don’t worry, I’m only taking your spiritual root. I’ll leave you the Golden Core.”

Squatting down, she leaned in close. The cold light in her eyes pierced Pan Yang’s soul with pain. He couldn’t tell if it was the sting of the water or the prior beating.

“You must live. Live a long, long life.”

“And then, watch me stand at the peak of the Immortal Sects, open the Heavenly Gate, and receive the adoration of ten thousand people.”

Like a ghost’s whisper, these malicious words were harder for Pan Yang to accept than the pain of his spiritual root being extracted. His heart drummed, his head throbbed, and he reached out to grab her, but Yun Qianxue dodged away.

Ignoring Pan Yang’s wails and madness, Yun Qianxue tapped her palm and paced the courtyard, speaking out.

“You look down on women, yet you cannot live without them.”

“You think women are lowly, yet you rely on them to climb higher.”

“You think women are useless appendages, yet you borrow a woman’s luck to reach the top.”

She stepped on Pan Yang’s face, grinding down hard. The sound of bone cracking brought a chilling smile to her lips.

“What? The Heavenly Dao taught you how to bully women, and you learned well. So how did you end up in this state?”

Within her sea of consciousness, the Heavenly Dao chains sank deep into her body, breaking her spine and piercing her chest. Yet she laughed joyfully, laughed freely.

What? Was a sore spot poked? Then let’s see who can endure more!

Yun Qianxue’s refined face didn’t show a hint of distortion or madness; she remained as beautiful as a flower at every moment. Only the darkness churning in her eyes was terrifying—dense enough to drown everything.

“Compete with greed, rely on insufficient seeking—you should taste this bitter fruit too.”

The fat calico cat, traveling with Yin Shaoqing on the flying boat toward the Vast Sea, lay on a soft cushion, pawing at a round spirit fruit. It said: “The Female Lead’s blackening value has reached 80%, and the destiny correction value has reached 40%. Host, please keep up the good work.”

“Hiss… wait, Host, you haven’t done anything!” The fat cat was huffy. How was this woman so lucky to encounter a Female Lead who would automatically complete the missions? Why couldn’t it encounter a host who would obediently complete missions? She just had to come to the Vast Sea to seek death.

If they had just equipped the Female Lead with the treasures from those old monsters—since the Female Lead had great luck—nothing would have happened to her. But its host was such a “unlucky draw” (non-whale/unlucky player) that she might actually die.

Yin Shaoqing said nothing. The wind whipped her black clothes, and the drifting clouds painted a scene of majesty to accompany her. She raised her powerful hand, gripping the Tiangang Sword, and slashed horizontally. The roaring sound of water erupted.

The clouds parted, the sun set, the moon rose, the stars hid, and the Vast Sea hung inverted. Dead trees lined the shore; birds did not fly, boats did not cross, and scaled beasts did not live. Crimson, surging waves crushed boulders and smashed through space! They were unwilling! Unwilling to be imprisoned in this corner! If the divine body suppressing it vanished, it would surely whip up a tidal wave to destroy this world!

The flying boat was forced to stop on a bare stone peak far from the Vast Sea. Yin Shaoqing held the fat cat and dodged the droplets of water that the Vast Sea threw out spitefully from ten thousand feet away. A crimson drop landed on the white jade flying boat, and in an instant, it destroyed the Earth-rank defense array carved into it.

Boom— The sound of splintering followed as the flying boat, which had once carried mountains and peaks as light as a feather, was completely destroyed.

The fat cat was startled, its eyes wide as it burrowed into Yin Shaoqing’s arms. Yin Shaoqing patted the cowardly system and asked leisurely: “Now do you still think nothing would happen if Qianxue came?”

Just a single drop of water destroyed an Earth-rank array. The water in the deep sea would not be as “gentle” as these surface droplets.

The Vast Sea was a sea of immortal and demonic blood that fell when the heavens collapsed during the Great War in the Upper Realm. Hatred, grudges, malice, love, and kindness. All mixed together created the ceaseless surge of the Vast Sea. Back then, a deity observed the laws and calculated the danger of the Vast Sea descending; they sacrificed their body to suppress the sea within the Jianshi domain. This ten-thousand-year suppression allowed the Vast Sea to develop a spirit—furious, restless, and violent.

Yin Shaoqing pressed her thumb against the scabbard. The Tiangang Sword was drawn inch by inch. Her brows were stern, her eyes cold. This foul temper was like a brat asking for a beating. A good thrashing would fix it.

The Vast Sea roared, sending a massive wave toward this female cultivator who dared to intrude. The churning demonic energy and the golden flashes of immortal blood mixed within were indistinguishable. If it were an ordinary cultivator from an Immortal Sect, they would be corrupted and fall into the demonic path instantly. A demonic cultivator would be burned into a pool of pus by the immortal blood.

Yin Shaoqing’s red lips curled into a pleasant arc. Unfortunately, for her, these two were mere trifles. One strike, and the Vast Sea was split; heaven and earth were divided, the astral winds shattered, and the void rifts were sealed. The spirit of the Vast Sea wailed. It, which even a deity was helpless against, had been injured by this mere hybrid of god and demon!

How could it be satisfied! The crimson seawater swirled upward, blotting out the sun, feeling as if it would destroy everything. Yin Shaoqing tsked. If a brat doesn’t learn after one slap, then just give them a few more beatings.

Tiangang transformed the astral winds into stellar luck. The stars and moon cast their brilliance down; one blade strike created one array. A self-forming array of the galaxy. The array locked the Vast Sea, and golden formations spread out densely. With a wave of her gold-patterned black sleeve, ten million sword-winds slashed out, pinning the Vast Sea firmly in place.

The Vast Sea was temporarily settled, and the spatial rifts hidden within were fully exposed. Astral winds and tribulation lightning occasionally emerged from the rifts, tearing at a cultivator’s soul and hammering their body. Out of ten thousand people, it would be lucky if one could survive a single bolt of divine tribulation lightning.

Back then, Yun Qianxue was pushed into the Vast Sea by Pan Yang. Because her soul and the divine body suppressing the sea were both from the Divine Realm, that deity who sacrificed herself had likely left a safety measure for future generations to continue suppressing the sea, causing later arrivals to naturally gravitate toward her divine body to receive her memories and artifacts.

Unluckily, Yun Qianxue was drawn in. She suffered a hundred years of erosion within the Vast Sea. Her body was destroyed and then rebuilt using the immortal blood in the sea with the help of the divine artifact. Upon reaching the Godhood stage, she completely suppressed the Vast Sea. Laughably, when she came out, she was controlled by a single thought of the Heavenly Dao Curse, her divine bone dissected and her godhood taken to be given to that scumbag Pan Yang.

This hundred-year tribulation seemed like a joke. Thinking this, the edge of Yin Shaoqing’s sword grew sharper and colder, cutting through the wailing Vast Sea. The Star-Peering Bead floated beside her, searching for the Heaven-Soaking Dew hidden somewhere in the Vast Sea. A needle in a haystack; finding this dew would take some time.

Within the demon abyss, Elder Xing Yan sensed this and opened his eyes. He let out a long sigh of relief. This little girl might actually be able to open the Heavenly Gate after all.

Meanwhile, Yun Qianxue, having dealt with Pan Yang long ago, hid in the shadows and watched with amusement as Pan Yang fled through the night. This Senior Brother of hers still knew that her cheap father was ruthless. To avoid him learning that he had met Yun Qianxue, Pan Yang didn’t even fight for his position as Chief of Wanyang. He fled in a sorry state.

It was quite a funny sight. Sitting atop the Wanyang Punishment Hall, Yun Qianxue took out a well-preserved peach blossom and sniffed it. Within the faint floral scent was a hint of peach-blossom sweetness that didn’t belong to the flower itself. This was the peach blossom that had boldly landed beside that person’s hand; she had quietly collected it when the other wasn’t looking. Now that the scent on the handkerchief had vanished, she had to keep something, didn’t she?

Besides, she wouldn’t forgive that dishonest or forgetful person so easily. Since she had run away, she would stir up some major trouble outside. Thinking this, her brow furrowed slightly. She wondered… if that person would come looking for her?

She didn’t see the person who might come for her, but days later, she encountered the person she was least willing to see here.

“Reckless! How dare you come here alone?!” Yun Qianxue was intercepted by Jiameng just as she left the Changxian Sect.

Her expression changed slightly. Grabbing Jiameng, she took a long stride, and the two were hidden in a cave dwelling thousands of miles away.

“You’re talking about me? You left so suddenly without a word!” Jiameng’s face was also grim. Luckily, the night Yun Qianxue left, her Venerable One had been sent out by the seniors of the third level to find an artifact; otherwise, if she knew this person had snuck away, wouldn’t the heavens be turned upside down?

Yun Qianxue understood; since Yin Shaoqing had hidden it from Jiameng, she would continue the deception. “I only came here to deal with someone. I’ll go back once I’m done.”

“I don’t believe you.” Jiameng wasn’t so easily fooled. She brushed off Yun Qianxue’s hand, her eyes full of anger. “Are you trying to take the Heaven-Dividing Ruler from those hypocritical Immortal Sects?”

Other than that, Jiameng couldn’t think of any reason why someone who had planned to stay at the Zhou Tian Pavilion to accompany her Venerable One and ignored the scumbag Pan Yang would come out on her own.

Yun Qianxue shook her head, wanting to laugh. She said joyfully, “Jiameng, if others don’t know, don’t you? Senior Qing is not someone who cares about hollow fame.” Whether she was the one to open the Gate or whether the world praised her—what did it matter? It couldn’t be eaten or drunk; it was just a passing cloud.

“I know, but I’m afraid you don’t know!” Jiameng’s anger hadn’t subsided. She didn’t believe Yun Qianxue came out for anything else.

Seeing she couldn’t hide it or coax her, Yun Qianxue also got angry. So it’s fine for you mother and daughter to lie to me, but I can’t keep secrets from you?! Her expression darkened instantly. With cold eyes, she scanned the stunned Jiameng and let out a snort.

“You don’t know why I came out to deal with Pan Yang, and Yin Shaoqing doesn’t know either?!” She was so angry she even used her full name. “Do I need to tell you what kind of feelings she once had for that scumbag Pan Yang?”

The more she spoke, the angrier she got. Despite her immense fury, she managed to turn her face away and didn’t lose her temper at Jiameng.

“Both of you kept it from me. Is it because you think this isn’t important, or is it because my thoughts aren’t important?!”

“It was she who kept saying how she loves being straightforward, how she is direct and doesn’t beat around the bush, how she wouldn’t hesitate or hide things or deceive the person she likes, and how she has zero romantic experience and never loved anyone else, and how she’ll learn carefully for me and wants me to wait for her and tolerate her!”

This sentence was delivered without a single pause, making one’s blood boil just listening to it. Jiameng hesitated in fear but still handed over a cup of water.

“Drink… have some?” Wet your throat and then continue?

Yun Qianxue glanced sideways, grabbed it, and downed it in one go. After finishing, she tossed the cup away and sneered, “I wasn’t the one who begged her to be honest with me.”

When a normally gentle and honest person gets truly angry, it is the most terrifying thing.

Jiameng twisted her fingers, not daring to say: But you clearly told the Venerable One to learn from how you speak. You were the one who brought it up first.

“So, the reason you came here is…” Jiameng asked in a small voice, her face scrunched up.

“Of course it was to deal with Pan Yang.” Yun Qianxue let out an exasperated breath. “I don’t care what romantic history they had before. I only know I have to give that scumbag a thrashing.”

She had to find someone to vent her pent-up frustration on. If she didn’t deal with Pan Yang… Yun Qianxue tilted her head and asked Jiameng back, “Could it be that I should go and deal with that person instead?”

Jiameng shook her head violently. “Don’t, don’t, don’t!!!”

Her Venerable One had her eyes clouded; who knows how she was bewitched by that bastard Pan Yang’s lies. Now her Venerable One was single-minded toward Yun Qianxue—going wherever she pointed, and if asked for the stars, she definitely wouldn’t give the moon. She was sincere.

Yun Qianxue sighed. She knew that, which was why she came out to let loose. Not hurting that person was a heart-demon oath she had made to herself.

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