Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 26.1

Chapter 26.1: The Sect Leader

As expected…

Seeing Yun Qianxue’s divine body here didn’t surprise Yin Shaoqing at all. She had wondered which deity possessed such benevolence as to willingly sacrifice their godhood to protect a mere minor world. It could only be Yun Qianxue, who had accumulated merit over several lifetimes in this world and achieved godhood in a single step within this Cold Lotus Ethereal Valley.

Stepping onto the immortal stairs, the cloud dragons and mist phoenixes did not attack Yin Shaoqing as they moved. They even attempted to touch her affectionately. Like jade skin, they were cool to the touch; upon contact, they turned to dust, leaving behind only a diamond-shaped crystal containing profound laws—the symbol of condensed divine power.

Yin Shaoqing reached out to hold it, and silver light moved around her like silken threads. It wiped away the blood on her back, like invisible hands gently healing her hideous and terrifying wounds, like a clear spring calming her explosive and restless meridians, bringing peace and comfort.

In the distant sky, the Cold Lotuses swayed their leaves. Ten thousand water droplets rose into the air, merging and condensing, finally becoming a single drop of dew containing golden immortal essence. A deity, suppressing the Vast Sea with her divine body and carrying her divine consciousness to future generations with her divine power, encapsulated the Heaven-Soaking Dew within, waiting for the destined person to arrive.

In the original plot, after Yun Qianxue merged with the godhood, she used the immortal essence of the Vast Sea to regenerate a divine body. Yet, upon emerging, she gave the Heaven-Soaking Dew to Pan Yang. Even more infuriating, she gave away her divine body as well, allowing Pan Yang to open the Heavenly Gate and receive the adoration of ten thousand people.

But at that time, was that person truly a “person”?

Yin Shaoqing coldly put away the Heaven-Soaking Dew. She bet that the Heavenly Dao would certainly not let them open the Heavenly Gate easily.

“Host?” The fat calico cat’s voice suddenly rang in her ear via transmission. “What opportunity did you find? The body collapse has been repaired, and you’re still driving the Heaven-Ascending Ladder?”

Just now, the host’s body collapse value had suddenly stopped and rapidly dropped to zero. Logically speaking, given how unlucky its host was, how could she encounter such a great opportunity?

Yin Shaoqing gently touched the divine power crystal still in its sealed state. She smiled and said softly, “Thank you.”

Ten thousand years passed in a flash, yet the deity Yun Han still remembered that stubborn sword cultivator who ignored pain when she went mad—the Qingxue Sword Immortal who severed Dao laws with a single blade and crossed the prime of life without hindrance.

Yun Han (Cloud Cold) does not disperse; the snowy night is deep. The two are never separated.

But now that the clouds have cleared and the cold is gone, the snow melted and the sun bright, there is only one Qianxue Cold Lotus and one Shaoqing Peach Blossom left.

Yin Shaoqing lowered her eyes and nodded. Her black brocade sleeves flared back, kicking up countless petals and leaves. Her long, fair fingers overlapped, hands folded before her chest; her graceful figure stood straight and firm, neither bowing nor bending. This arching-hand salute served as a farewell.

Farewell to the wanderings of the previous life, farewell to the past lives like smoke—letting it all drift away with the east wind. From today onward, she and Qianxue would only tread upon the dreams of the past to open a path to the future, forging ahead through hardships.

The salute finished, the cloud dragons vanished, the mist phoenixes faded, and space fluctuated. The entire divine domain transformed into flowing light, sending Yin Shaoqing back to the Vast Sea.

Without the divine body’s suppression, the Vast Sea surged forth completely, fearing neither heaven nor earth, wantonly swallowing the surrounding living beings. The space imprisoning it shattered, creating a disturbance so massive it startled the great masters far away in the Immortal Sects.

The Changxian Ancestor sent a transmission to the Changxian Sect Leader: “The Vast Sea’s restraint is broken; I fear the Heaven-Soaking Dew has been taken.” The immortal who had once risked entering the Vast Sea to deliver information said that once the Dew was taken, the Vast Sea would be unleashed. When that happened, it would mean the slaughter of all living things.

The Changxian Sect Leader’s face darkened. He no longer had the patience to play games with the man opposite him, Wan Chi. He spoke bluntly: “The Lingtian Secret Realm that Fellow Daoist Wan wishes to enter is not under our control. Even if you offered the entire Wanyang Sect in exchange, I couldn’t grant you a single slot. Now that the Vast Sea is raging, Sect Leader Wan should instead consider how to contribute to stopping the Vast Sea from slaughtering the common people.”

After circling around the Changxian Sect for half a month, Wanyang received only this sentence. How could Wan Chi be satisfied? He also pulled a cold face. While he didn’t dare to directly offend the Changxian Sect, he said resentfully: “Since Fellow Daoist Chang is unwilling to open the Lingtian Secret Realm to others, there’s no need to speak so righteously.”

He just selfishly wants to keep the secret realm for himself. Who is he putting on this ‘powerless’ act for?

The Changxian Sect Leader’s expression darkened further. If it weren’t for the fact that Wanyang still held the Heaven-Dividing Ruler, he would really want to strike him dead right now. Years ago, Wanyang held the top seat among the sects because its disciples were brilliant, of upright character, and made friends across both the righteous and demonic paths. Although they were an Immortal Sect and good and evil should not coexist, those people possessed traits that attracted those with heart and virtue. Even the demonic cultivators around them had bottom lines.

At that time, Wanyang contributed to the peace between immortals and demons. Other sects knew they lacked that capability, so even if they were secretly dissatisfied, they dared not act. But now that generation of favored children had long since passed away. The current Wanyang was a foul cesspool; anyone who saw it wanted to cover their nose and walk around.

Seeing that further talk was useless, the Changxian Sect Leader waved his sleeve to dismiss the guest. What kind of creature was this man? Someone who could casually discard his own daughter and kill people at will—what difference was there between him and the evil demonic path? Truly shameless.

Expelled from the Changxian Sect, Wan Chi’s face was contorted with rage. He secretly hated that he hadn’t broken Yun Qianxue’s legs back then! If he had, she wouldn’t have been able to run off with that idiot Pan Yang, and the Lingtian Secret Realm wouldn’t have ended up in someone else’s hands.

“Stupid! Trash!”

Wan Chi was fuming. He struck out, shattering the skull of a pageboy beside him. The smell of blood spread, scaring the other pages into kneeling, trembling with fear.

“Master, what has happened to you?” It so happened that the Eldest Senior Brother of Wanyang, Su Long, arrived to report on the Vast Sea situation and was startled by the scene.

Seeing his beloved disciple, Wan Chi’s expression softened slightly. He raised a hand, and the trembling pages immediately understood, briskly dragging the headless corpse away. However, as they carried him off, out of Wan Chi’s sight, a look of “the fox mourning the death of the rabbit” appeared in their eyes. The Wanyang Sect ate people without spitting out the bones; who knew if they would be the ones to die tomorrow?

“Long-er, has your cultivation improved again?” Despite Su Long deliberately suppressing his cultivation by several realms, the old fox Wan Chi still noticed.

Su Long’s expression instantly turned awkward, a stiff smile appearing on his face. “Master, this disciple went down the mountain for experience and encountered some opportunities, thus having the honor of breaking through.”

Wan Chi remained silent, a cold light flashing in his eyes. His beloved disciple had learned to lie. Could a mediocre person like Su Long obtain an opportunity that allowed him to jump from the middle Golden Core stage to the Spirit Severing stage in one step?

“Long-er, is the Lingtian Secret Realm easy to enter?” The words were like a clap of thunder. This single sentence from Wan Chi made Su Long’s soul tremble with fright.

“Master must be joking.” Following what his Little Junior Sister had taught him, Su Long bowed, not daring to contradict Wan Chi. But he also remained tight-lipped about the secret realm.

“Father is suspicious by nature. Your sudden jump in cultivation cannot be hidden from him. However, you must think clearly: if Father truly finds out, given his paranoid nature, you might face a fatal disaster.”

Little Junior Sister, dressed in black after years of separation, had stood under a cloud-pine and asked him if he wanted to enter the Lingtian Secret Realm for experience.

“Of course I want to enter!”

Which cultivator in this world wouldn’t want their cultivation to progress? Even if his master found out, it was better than stagnating at the Golden Core stage forever. Besides, what if his cultivation surpassed his master’s after he emerged from the secret realm? Then what would he have to fear?

Looking at the greed and ambition in Su Long’s eyes, Yun Qianxue sighed inwardly. The people of old were gone; the noble character and the courage to prove one’s Dao with one’s body that the Wanyang Sect once possessed were truly lost.

“But…”

One thing had been weighing on Su Long’s mind for a long time, nearly birthing a heart-demon. He asked: “Little Junior Sister, why didn’t you give this unique opportunity to enter the secret realm to that fellow Pan Yang?”

Back when he and Pan Yang were competing in a martial arts match for a magical artifact, it was his Little Junior Sister who had been secretly helping Pan Yang, causing Su Long to lose. This had been a knot in his heart for years. However, for the sake of the secret realm, he would forgive his ignorant Little Junior Sister this once.

“Senior Brother is joking. Pan Yang has already defected from the sect. Since he is no longer a Wanyang disciple, he naturally has no right to enjoy the secret realm. As for the other Wanyang disciples…” Yun Qianxue smiled, her beauty breathtaking. “Who can match Eldest Senior Brother’s natural talent?”

Specifically, no one could match his lack of brains, his reckless refusal to listen to advice, and his arrogant ambition. If her cheap father didn’t like raising “stupid dogs”—dogs so stupid they wouldn’t bite their master—Su Long wouldn’t have lived until now.

“Exactly!” Hearing this, Su Long was indeed incredibly proud.

Seeing this, Yun Qianxue flicked her wrist, and a crimson profound-iron long blade appeared in her hand. “The Lingtian Secret Realm is full of dangers. Senior Brother, take this for self-defense.”

“A Heaven-rank artifact?!” Su Long was ecstatic. He snatched the blade away and stroked it incessantly, unable to put it down.

“In that case, I shall take my leave.” Yun Qianxue nodded, not caring to look at this stupid creature any longer. Su Long was entirely focused on the Heaven-rank artifact; he had no interest in paying further attention to her. Besides, a woman had no use for a slot in the secret realm, and holding a Heaven-rank artifact would be a waste; giving it to him was the smart choice.

“You really are quite wicked.” The Black Tiger, shrunk to the size of a house cat, lay on Yun Qianxue’s shoulder and smacked its lips.

Yun Qianxue glanced at it. This Black Tiger was said to be the guardian spirit beast of Wanyang. Although she had seen its portrait in the Archive Pavilion, she had never heard anyone else speak of it. However, when she escorted Jiameng back to the Zhou Tian Pavilion, she was pulled into the third level by a great force and met many stunning geniuses. The Black Tiger was given to her by those seniors for protection.

“I wouldn’t call this ‘wicked’.” Yun Qianxue flatly denied it. She had merely tugged on a thread; whether the entire line would be pulled up depended on the human heart.

“Liar. That Crimson-Cry Bone Blade is clearly a top-tier demonic weapon. Who knows how many users it has driven mad? You certainly know how to put on an act.”

Giving a blood-drinking demonic weapon to Su Long… it was fine as long as the blade didn’t see human blood, but if it tasted human blood… Heh…

“For the virtuous, the blade’s edge carves one’s own body; for the hypocritical, the sharp blade strips another’s bones.” In this world, there is no logic in killing someone and then blaming the person who sold the knife.

The Black Tiger didn’t argue, knowing it couldn’t win. This girl always had different words to defend herself, but in essence, she was doing something “not right.” Yet, thinking of the filthy affairs of the Wanyang Sect it had heard about lately, the tiger felt she was simply cleaning house. If it weren’t for the fact that it couldn’t reveal its true form, it would also want to strike these dregs dead with its claws. The fame of Wanyang was completely destroyed by these people!

Yun Qianxue had merely given Su Long a push. As for how he walked the rest of the path, it depended on her calculations and his own character.

“Liar!”

A roar erupted from Wanyang, and the pressure from a Spirit Severing master came crashing down, faintly intending to kill Su Long. In his shock, an unbearable thought surfaced in Su Long’s mind. He was already a Spirit Severing master; he should be equal to his master. Why should he still be ordered around by him?

Thinking this, the spine that had always instinctively bowed before Wan Chi slowly straightened. This rebellious look caused a ruthless gleam to appear in Wan Chi’s eyes. The Wanyang Square Seal suddenly smashed through the hall’s roof, breaking out of the cave dwelling and pressing down on his favorite direct disciple without holding back.

Su Long was prepared. The Crimson-Cry Bone Blade emerged, and as the two Heaven-rank artifacts collided, the resulting shockwave actually collapsed the two peaks to the left and right. Those two supporting peaks housed Wanyang’s pages and the concubines Wan Chi had taken after Yun Qianxue left. In that instant, those with ability fled, and those with great luck narrowly avoided disaster. Those with no cultivation, or those who had been kidnapped and had their cultivation abolished, could only close their eyes and wait for death.

Liuyun Sunü had once been the direct disciple of a small sect. Brilliant and talented, she formed her Golden Core at three hundred and should have continued to break through to revitalize her sect. Who would have thought she would be schemed against by her own sect-mates, who revealed her appearance and background to the old man Wan Chi? Liuyun had snow-white skin and a face like a flower—a national beauty. Coupled with her proud character, she incited Wan Chi’s desire to conquer. He forcibly destroyed her Golden Core and cultivation, locking her away in a mere courtyard as a favored concubine.

As the mountain rocks shattered, Liuyun’s face held a hint of relief as she closed her eyes to wait for the boulders to bury her. Ending a filthy life like this was fine.

Hum—

Golden threads moved, catching the falling boulders one by one. Yun Qianxue stood in mid-air. With a flick of her fingers, those who had been forced there and had committed no great sins were all rescued. As for those who were sycophants, schemers, those who willingly offered themselves and stepped over the blood and bones of others to rise… their survival was merely because karmic retribution hadn’t arrived, and their deaths were self-inflicted.

“Is it you?” Liuyun’s phoenix eyes opened slightly as she looked at Yun Qianxue. The black silk with silver patterns added a touch of cold indifference to her. With red lips and a red flower mark on her forehead, her beautiful features nonetheless revealed a hint of delicate charm. She had seen Wan Chi’s daughter once; at that time, she still had sparkling eyes and pink cheeks—clever, cute, and quite worldly ignorant. Seeing her now, Liuyun couldn’t help but sigh. “It seems you have also experienced many hardships.”

Yun Qianxue nodded. She waved her hand to remove the restrictive curses on the nearly one hundred people she had rescued. “My father is unkind and has committed many injustices. Today, disaster has struck; all of you are free to go or stay.”

Clouds churned over the main peak, thunder and lightning flashed, and the gathered spiritual energy was tinged with a wisp of demonic energy. One look at it was enough to make one’s heart shatter.

“Even if we can leave, with what face can we enter the world?” Amidst the silence, Liuyun was the first to speak. They were once favored children of heaven, beloved disciples of sects, pure righteous goddesses, or poor pages who only wanted to work hard for a stable life. Who knew their luck would fail, and they would be stained and clouded? Now, walking under the sun in the bright world, they felt their skin burning and wished they could let a fire burn their souls to ash.

“Yes…”

“It can never be like before.”

“In this state, how can I face my family and friends?”

“Just consider me dead.”

The sobs, the lifelessness, and the low, weak voices made one’s heart ache. Yun Qianxue’s hands, hidden under her black robes, tightened slightly.

“Since that’s the case, then stay.” Her cold face suddenly lifted into a smile, though darkness lingered in her eyes. “There is no logic in having one’s life ruined and then having to swallow one’s anger.”

When an overbearing person is crippled and paralyzed on a bed, watching the weakling they once stepped on and toyed with look down on them with contempt—what would they do? Their dignity would be swept away, they would be consumed by rage, and they would find life worse than death.

Black Tiger: “…” D*mn, this woman is terrifying.

“Traitor!” After the Crimson-Cry Bone Blade once again sliced through Wan Chi’s flesh, he realized in shock that his spiritual energy was in chaos. A sudden, un-erasable demonic energy had appeared in his body. “You actually colluded with the evil demonic path!”

He never expected the dog he raised would one day turn and bite him—and in such a despicable way.

“Heh… heh…”

Saliva continuously dripped from Su Long’s mouth. His eyes were blood-red and his veins were bulging; he didn’t hear a single word Wan Chi said. He simply kept swinging the Crimson-Cry blade without any technique, hacking away recklessly—he had already fallen into the demonic path.

The Wanyang Main Hall was leveled by them. The disturbance was so great that a Spirit Severing elder intervened to help Wan Chi, while four Nascent Soul elders circled around. But Su Long had used some unknown method to hold his own against so many masters. One could see how enviable the opportunity he had obtained was.

Wan Chi secretly sent a transmission to the elders. They agreed to retrieve the sect’s greatest treasure—the Wanyang Bell—to cripple this traitor. They would then hand him over to the Punishment Hall and torture him for everything he knew.

Wan Chi struck back at the rampaging Su Long with a palm, then took the opportunity to summon the Wanyang Bell. The bell was covered in moonlight, spinning incessantly.

Dong—

A grand, profound chime rang out from the bell. The vast sound called for clarity in heaven and earth, suppressing demons and subduing evil.

“Clearing the eyes and mind, purifying the soul—it truly sounds like celestial music.” Yun Qianxue, hidden nearby, nodded and whispered.

The Wanyang Bell was indeed worth half an immortal artifact; a single chime consumed half of a Spirit Severing master’s spiritual energy and suppressed the mad Su Long. Unfortunately, once the stage is set and the actors have appeared, there’s no logic in leaving before the performance is finished.

Yun Qianxue pushed her hand out, and the Wanyang Bell seemed to wail as it shook and shattered. The exploding semi-immortal artifact leveled more than half of the Wanyang Sect. The Golden Core masters protecting the direct disciples and the two Nascent Soul elders standing close by were blown apart, limbs torn and blood flowing. Wan Chi, who had activated the bell, suffered backlashed spiritual energy; he bled from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

Unaware of the pain of life or death, Su Long—who was already seeing red—took the opportunity to thrust the Crimson-Cry blade into Wan Chi’s body! After the blade pierced through him, it continued to slice horizontally, intending to rend him in half.

“Tsk…” Yun Qianxue, watching the battle, frowned with impatience. With a flick of her hand, Su Long, who was gripping the blade, was sent flying. If this idiot killed her cold-hearted father now, how could she continue watching the play?

The time was right. As Su Long charged again, amidst the roars of the elders, Yun Qianxue flew forward and struck him back. Her black clothes fluttered as she protected Wan Chi with one hand and drew a formation with the other to trap the struggling Su Long.

“Qianxue?!”

The elders looked closer and couldn’t help but cry out in surprise. Hearing this, Yun Qianxue raised her hand in salute and said warmly, “Elders, Qianxue has arrived late.”

They were all old foxes. Seeing this, the elders’ expressions changed rapidly as they exchanged glances. The Great Elder wiped the blood from his mouth, stood up, and said, “It’s good that you’ve returned. We owe you our thanks for just now.” The other elders echoed him.

But no one cared for the heavily injured Wan Chi—the dignified Sect Leader of Wanyang.

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