Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Attacking the Zhou Tian Pavilion

As the saying goes: a virtuous wife brings labor without bitterness.

“Female lead destiny correction mission has reached 45%, please keep up the good work, female lead.”

Aimed at Yin Shaoqing, the fat calico cat cheered for the female lead with a listless lack of interest. Its host truly had dog-shit luck to encounter a female lead who could actively complete missions on her own. This female lead not only corrected her own destiny but was also entirely devoted to its missing-a-gear, sharp-tongued host. Case in point: she was off again, hoodwinking that group of pitiable Immortal Sect cultivators.

In the main hall of the Changxian Sect, immortal fragrance was vast and ethereal, and immortal springs gurgled with a crisp, pleasant melody. An elder spoke: “What Fellow Daoist Yun says is reasonable.”

The Changxian Sect Leader, having received instructions from the Ancestor, nodded to Yun Qianxue: “Once the selected disciples have all advanced through the Lingtian Secret Realm, we shall take down the Zhou Tian Pavilion in one fell swoop.”

He was calculating well; the Changxian disciples were exceptionally talented, and their overall strength now far surpassed other sects. The Ancestor had sent a transmission informing him that the Zhou Tian Pavilion hid various heavenly treasures and was an excellent location. Once conquered, based on the Changxian Sect’s contribution, they would surely have the first pick of rewards. At that time, the Changxian Sect would take over the pavilion for themselves.

Anyone with eyes could see what the Changxian Sect was plotting. Yet Yun Qianxue said nothing, indulging them completely. She was equally generous to other sects seeking slots for the Lingtian Secret Realm in secret. Her only condition was a heart-demon oath—they were forbidden from speaking of the matter to outsiders.

“I don’t understand you.” The Black Tiger lay on Yun Qianxue’s shoulder, its tiger eyes wide with confusion: “Why are you being so charitable?”

What benefit was there in raising the strength of all these Immortal Sect disciples?

“How can this be called ‘charitable’?” Yun Qianxue asked, slightly surprised.

As her apricot eyes curved, she couldn’t help but reflect; she was no saint. Why would she do such a great deed? She stroked the Black Tiger’s smooth fur and spoke softly and slowly: “I simply pity those old seniors in the Zhou Tian Pavilion. They haven’t had the chance to give their unfilial descendants a few extra slaps to vent their anger, so I’m letting the descendants train properly.”

If they went to the pavilion and couldn’t even withstand a single palm strike from the seniors…

Heh—that would be so… disappointing.

“!!!” The Black Tiger’s fur stood on end instantly.

It growled incessantly with bared teeth. D*mmit, I should never have believed this madwoman had good intentions!

“Behave.” Yun Qianxue pulled the tiger into her arms. Her slightly lowered eyes were unfathomably deep, and her gentle voice carried a hint of displeasure. “The word ‘charitable’ doesn’t suit me. Do not say it again.”

The Black Tiger was suppressed by her subtle pressure. Finding struggle futile, it had no choice but to accept her warning. It let out a huffy snort, truly unable to understand this woman. To think she hated being praised as kind! Tsk!

Unlike other sects that prioritized their most talented disciples for the secret realm, the elders of the Wanyang Sect and their cronies were arrogant and unbridled. They were the first to enter the realm and, upon returning, found every possible way to cram their own factions into it. They wished to raise a thousand Spirit Severing masters for their own use.

But this was for the best. It was good because Yun Qianxue didn’t have to worry about innocent people being dragged in. The people Wanyang sent for the attack were all subordinates of those few elders. They wore the clothes of inner or outer sect disciples, but in reality, they were people with heavy karma who would walk through fire and water to aid the elders’ villainy.

By her calculations, Yin Shaoqing wouldn’t be out of the Vast Sea for a while. Though the Heaven-Dividing Ruler was in Wan Chi’s hands, it could be found using a Soul-Searching technique. However, those people who had been bullied for so long likely wouldn’t let him off so cheaply; they would surely torment him until his state of mind collapsed.

As for that scumbag Pan Yang, he was following at a distance, practically begging for humiliation. What one cannot have is always the best; there was truth to that saying.

Yun Qianxue toyed with the floating leaves in her teacup, sitting regally in the second seat of the Immortal Sect Assembly’s high platform. Above her was the Changxian Sect Leader, and below her was the Hanxing Sect Leader, yet the group of old foxes offered no objection. It was clear that due to the credit of the Lingtian Secret Realm, Yun Qianxue had been elevated to an immense height.

Hidden among the cultivators, Pan Yang—who had changed his appearance—stared at her with turbid eyes, unwilling to look away for even a second. He seemed… to have found it again. That heartbeat-skipping sensation he felt when he first caught sight of his Little Junior Sister.

“Warning the Son of Heaven’s Fate: Do not approach the World Core! Do not approach the World Core!”

The Heavenly Dao Messenger frantically reminded this piece of trash—someone who was already ruined, yet un-discardable and unruly.

“Shut up! You useless thing!” Pan Yang roared at the traitorous entity in his sea of consciousness.

He had fallen to this state all because of this damned “Heavenly Dao” thing. Without it, he would have already formed a pact with his Little Junior Sister, becoming a divine couple and ascending early. Oh, right—at that time, he could have also taken Yin Shaoqing, the witch who suppressed the Vast Sea, as a concubine. Since the two were on good terms, his harem wouldn’t have been in chaos. Wouldn’t that be grand?

Alas, this dream of having a flock of wives and concubines was destroyed by this d*mned Heavenly Dao!

“If you hadn’t egged me on back then, why would Little Junior Sister have left me?” Pan Yang gnashed his teeth. Not to mention the fact that he couldn’t even touch a woman now—how many humiliating things had he been tricked into doing by this ghostly thing?

What he hated most was that the Messenger had lied to him, saying that as long as he shielded certain low-cultivation, lowly-status “trash” from disasters, he could obtain their luck.

“Do you take me for a fool?” Pan Yang’s gaze was chilling as he sneered, “This is exactly how you seduced me into plundering Little Junior Sister’s luck back then.”

How could he fail to recognize the same trick?

“Since you’ve ruined my immortal path and caused everyone to abandon me, don’t think you can leave me behind now.”

Pan Yang was like a vengeful ghost, biting down on the Heavenly Dao and refusing to let go. Like a hungry wolf seeing meat, he would never release his grip.

“Zzzzt…” The Heavenly Dao Messenger did not care to say more.

Pan Yang’s behavior didn’t make it angry; it was simply analyzing why the same method failed to work on him. It was still in its growth phase. Powerful breakthrough and operation programs forced it to write “survive at all costs” into its core data. The opening of the Heavenly Gate would destroy its “life.” Therefore, if necessary, it would detonate the entire program and preserve only the core to repair slowly.

Unaware that the Heavenly Dao and Pan Yang were already in a dog-eat-dog struggle, Yun Qianxue sat listening to the Changxian Sect Leader give empty, morale-boosting speeches. Don’t be fooled by those cultivators below who looked excited enough to charge into the pavilion; in reality, everyone was calculating how to let others lead the charge and die first. After all, the chance to enter the secret realm came only once, and they had advanced several realms since coming out. If they accidentally died in the pavilion, wouldn’t that be a waste? No one could guarantee they would have such good luck in their next life, even if their masters or sect leaders gave death orders.

“Since the demonic-slaying hearts of all fellow Daoists burn like the sun, and the will to guard the Dao is vast as the sea, then let us depart!”

Finally, once the old man finished his droning, he gave a shout. The gathered heroes rose on their magical artifacts, transforming into streaks of light as they shuttled through the teleportation arrays.

The scene, previously packed with people, was instantly cleared. Yun Qianxue inconspicuously stretched, used a “shrinking distance to an inch” technique, and stepped across ten million feet. She didn’t enter the array, instead drifting leisurely toward the Zhou Tian Pavilion. By the usual habits of those old foxes, they would have to argue over who leads the charge once they reached the pavilion. If she arrived too early, this task might be pushed onto her, the one who started it all.

While she really wanted to pit those shameless Wanyang elders, even for an act, she could not bring herself to strike at the Zhou Tian Pavilion.

The Black Tiger, who had planned to bring this incredibly calculating woman to the pavilion early and then ditch her to find its master, was worried sick by her slow pace. It bared its teeth and said, “Why aren’t you hurrying? Aren’t you afraid they’ll turn back if they find out you haven’t arrived?”

“What is there to fear?”

Yun Qianxue raised her hand. Six white jade tokens floated in her palm, emitting a faint golden light. She had already nested the teleportation array within another Heaven-rank teleportation array. Unless she agreed, no one would be able to retreat.

“The stage is set; if the actors don’t perform, would that be right?”

Yun Qianxue’s red lips curled slightly. At the bottom of her dark pupils was a surging, boundless madness. She liked watching plays, just like that person…

With those words, the light on the jade tokens vanished, and they fell into her palm like ordinary white jade. Yun Qianxue’s expression remained unchanged.

The hateful gaze containing greed, regret, self-blame, and anger disappeared. Pan Yang had been staring infatuatedly at his former Little Junior Sister the entire time—staring until his eyes were red, staring until he was filled with regret, staring until he wished he could rip out his heart to show her his sincerity. Alas, this heartless Little Junior Sister never looked back at him once.

Unwilling to give up, an enraged Pan Yang charged into the array. He would slay the demons! He would show his Little Junior Sister that he was the Son of Heaven’s Fate, her destined Dao companion!

A skyscraper stands in the clouds; why should she spare a single glance for the scumbag who once obstructed her at every turn and laughed at her for dreaming? The Milky Way is vast; even as she reaches out, she cannot yet grasp the stars. She is not even within a foot of the peach blossom fragrance; how could she have the mind to stop for the past?

After the battle of Zhou Tian, she would stride forward to stand side-by-side with Yin Shaoqing, overcoming hardships and forging ahead…

In a corner of the Vast Sea far away, a woman in black stood poised on a stellar array. Sensing something, she tilted her head toward the direction of Zhou Tian. Six months had passed, with only one winter left. She closed her eyes, and the array beneath her roared and spun.

She would cut these thirty days in half and half again. She needed to return early to support her Little Lotus. If she arrived too late, she feared making amends wouldn’t be enough—she’d have to kneel on a washboard for the rest of her life…

Fat calico cat: “…”

No, Host, why are you such a coward!

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