Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28.1

Chapter 28.1: The Struggle

Long before the establishment of the Zhou Tian Pavilion, it was said that in the Beiyuan cold river, no human footprints remained, and amidst the thousand mountains and ten thousand peaks, birds vanished.

As the crowd of Immortal Sect cultivators arrived before the Zhou Tian Pavilion, their eyes were met by a boundless celestial sea, where clouds and mist touched the sky, blurring the line where sea and firmament met.

Sea-worn rocks towered high, with seventy-two stone pillars carved with profound formations supporting the pavilion. These rocks connected downward to the rifts of the Demon Abyss, where surging demonic energy split the celestial sea apart, ensuring not a single drop of moisture could enter the Beiyuan Demon Abyss.

Looking at the pavilion, the first level surged with spiritual energy, the second was hidden amidst sea mists, and the third pierced deep into the heart of the Demon Abyss. The celestial towers and jade palaces displayed the pavilion’s immense wealth; the saying that the first level alone was equivalent to a minor secret realm was not without merit.

Furthermore, Pan Yang had once bragged while drunk about the ancient techniques and classics hidden within—from top-tier sects like Changxian and Wanyang to niche demonic sects like the Ten Thousand Ghost Hall and the Valley of Despair—their entire inheritances were stored there. Back then, Yin Shaoqing had bowed to him, catering to his every whim, and the entire Zhou Tian Pavilion was held in Pan Yang’s palm.

If it weren’t for his need to maintain a noble and lofty image back then, he would have emptied the place long ago. How would it be these people’s turn now?

What a pity…

Pan Yang, hiding behind the crowd, gnashed his teeth. No matter how much he ground his molars, he couldn’t stop the crowd’s greed for the Zhou Tian treasures. Even the normally cautious Changxian Sect Leader and his elders suppressed their urge to retreat after a moment of hesitation when they noticed Yun Qianxue was absent.

“She’s just a woman; what use is it whether she comes or not? Our Changxian Sect is determined to take this pavilion. Do not worry, Senior Brother.”

The one speaking such contemptuous and arrogant words was the Changxian Outer Hall Elder, Chang Muyang. He was the great-great-grandson of the Changxian Ancestor and the junior brother of the Sect Leader—a reckless man who looked down on everyone.

“I saw long ago that she didn’t want to come, which is for the best.” Chang Muyang raised his head high with a triumphant smile. “When it comes time to divide the spoils, we won’t let her have it cheap.”

Chang Muyang disliked Yun Qianxue, despite this being the first time he had seen her. To him, a woman should be gentle, virtuous, and stay home to raise children. Seeing Yun Qianxue appearing in public, even shamelessly becoming the Wanyang Sect Leader and meeting various men daily, was an utter disgrace. Women should be hidden in the inner chambers and rarely go out!

“Muyang!” The Changxian Sect Leader glared at him. Although he was also moved by the prospect of the pavilion and shared Muyang’s thoughts, his junior brother’s words were truly unpleasant. Furthermore, among the hundreds of Spirit Severing masters present, half were from other sects. If their sound-isolating artifact was broken by someone’s spell, who knew what trouble would arise?

“Tsk, I get it.” Though impatient, Chang Muyang still feared his senior brother somewhat. Mainly because the Ancestor favored his senior brother more than him, so he didn’t dare act arrogantly toward him.

“Alright, even if Yun Qianxue isn’t here, the Wanyang elders are.” The Second Elder of the Changxian Sect stepped in to mediate. “If she still wants to hold the position of Wanyang Sect Leader, she will show up sooner or later.”

If she didn’t come, then if the Changxian Sect “saw red” while slaying demons and accidentally harmed a few Wanyang elders, it wouldn’t be impossible. He wondered if Yun Qianxue could still hold her position without the protection of those Spirit Severing elders.

“If she can’t hold it, she can come to our Changxian Sect as a nominal elder.” The Third Elder smiled, setting his sights on Yun Qianxue’s Lingtian Secret Realm. They had sent experts to snatch it in secret, but even though a Spirit Severing death-sworn managed to invade Yun Qianxue’s sea of consciousness, he couldn’t erase the brand on the secret realm. Not only was he unable to erase it, but his soul was also shredded by a mysterious power.

They had used a secret technique to connect with that death-sworn, seeing with his eyes and hearing with his ears. Even so, the moment the soul was shredded, that cold, terrifyingly malicious power had shaken the elders’ mental states. That woman was strange; to get the secret realm, they could only use wit and coaxing, not force.

“Listen to that, your wife is quite sought after.” The system, flattened like a cat-pancake, flicked its tail boredly.

The Vast Sea’s indignant roars struck the Zhou Tian Array, attempting to escape just as the array neared completion. Yin Shaoqing, whose eyes hid a galaxy as her hands held the moon-gathering array, couldn’t be bothered with the system. This cat had been acting up for days, constantly chirping things like “Your wife ran away!”, “A scumbag has his eyes on your wife!”, or “Your wife has blackened!”

If it weren’t for the fact that the arrangement of the Zhou Tian Array was at a critical stage, she would have roasted it over a fire.

“Shut up.” She lazily tossed out two words, having no desire to listen. This broken system was never serious.

“Tsk… boring…” The fat cat flicked its ears. Its host was so dull; how did the female lead ever fall for her?

Having been stuck in the Vast Sea for a long time, the bored system persisted, forcing Yin Shaoqing to guess: “Hey, guess what the female lead is doing with those people right now?”

“Tsk…” Yin Shaoqing frowned impatiently, her dark eyes full of displeasure. “Once the Heavenly Gate is open, go back to the God Space for further training. What kind of nonsense are you saying? What kind of phrasing is that? ‘Doing what with other people’?”

“Speak clearly!” To lump those people together with her little wife—were they even worthy?

Fat Cat: “…” Seriously, how have you not been beaten to death with that attitude!

However, Yin Shaoqing’s combat power was maxed out, making the cat wonder if she had traded her emotional intelligence for violence. After several worlds, no one could defeat her. Even the wild and violent Vast Sea was finally suppressed in her hands.

“She is very well-behaved.”

Yin Shaoqing’s sudden, out-of-the-blue remark made the cat roll over in shock, shaking off a coat of goosebumps. Most unluckily, it understood its “henpecked” host’s meaning. It really didn’t understand how a female lead who was “blackened like black sesame filling” could be called well-behaved.

“She crippled her biological father,” the cat counted her achievements. “She indirectly killed her senior brother, and oh, she even ambushed the entire alliance of Immortal Sects.”

And you call that well-behaved???

“So?” Yin Shaoqing tilted her head and let out a snort. “If it were me, heh—”

“Got it!” The cat surrendered instantly. Please don’t come. Its host was a lunatic to the bone; if she were in charge, there would be a million corpses and rivers of blood.

“No need to worry.” Yin Shaoqing shook her head. This fat cat was likely bored in the Vast Sea and had started meddling in her family affairs. She had never liked Yun Qianxue’s excessive kindness; her own nature was selfish, and she hated seeing her loved one exhausted and wounded for the masses, yet receiving not even a nod of gratitude.

“I like her innate goodness.” A ghost coming out of a demon abyss cannot be touched by a single drop of celestial dew, yet always wants to climb the Heaven-Ascending Ladder to touch the gate. Like a moth to a flame, a selfish person like her had gripped Yun Qianxue’s kindness and could not let go.

“Let her be as mad as she wants.” If the sky fell, she would be the one to hold it up for that Little Lotus.

Back then, the Sword Immortal Qingxue had carved out her own spine to transform it into the Tiangang blade to slash the Heavenly Dao, protecting the Heavenly Gate by splitting it into four, sacrificing a life to uphold the Goddess Yun Han’s kindness. Now, she wasn’t that benevolent or kind-hearted enough to worry about all living beings; she only had one Tiangang blade to clear the path for Yun Qianxue and keep her safe.

“That little Heavenly Dao is rotten to the core. If you want to open the Gate, it will definitely cause major trouble.” The cat moved its paws; it didn’t like seeing its host hurt. If the Heavenly Dao sought death, it would surely cause chaos, and with the female lead’s personality, she wouldn’t ignore innocent people. “Will you really shoulder the sky for her if it falls?” Unable to directly help the host, the system was restless and irritable.

Yin Shaoqing fell silent for a moment before letting out a light laugh. She sighed, “I really couldn’t shoulder that.”

Back then, even the Goddess Yun Han and the Sword Immortal Qingxue together couldn’t hold up the collapsing sky. They could only let it rot and decay to the end, emitting a foul stench. She only benefited from a trace of the Sword Immortal’s bloodline and the Tiangang blade to open the gate. But to shoulder a falling sky and save the masses from fire and water—she couldn’t do it.

But Yun Qianxue could. Once she regained her godhood, the Heavenly Dao Curse would no longer bind her.

Since the host had a backup plan, the system was no longer anxious. It was a single cat; why worry so much about this stinky couple? In its spare time, it might as well watch the show. It had to be said, the current female lead was truly “black”—black-hearted and black-lunged. But why did it feel so satisfying to watch?

“The disciples of the sects have arrived. As for how the seniors wish to educate them, this junior will no longer interfere.” Yun Qianxue, walking leisurely, sent a transmission to the group of trapped immortals in the Demon Abyss. Although she said she wouldn’t interfere, her expression was one of eager anticipation to see the hypocritical righteous cultivators being pummeled.

Elder Xing Yan stroked his beard and laughed, “Little girl, just you watch.” They had long been displeased with their own disappointing descendants.

“Lower the defensive arrays; let them barge in.” Dealing with them didn’t even require Elder Xing Yan to plot. Anyone present could crush them.

In their time, Great Strand cultivators were as common as ants and Spirit Severing masters as common as dogs; everyone hid their presence for fear of offending a master and having their growth cut short. But look at now—a mere Golden Core dares to be called ‘Venerable,’ and a Spirit Severing master dares to call himself ‘God’ or ‘Emperor,’ wanting to be as high as the heavens. One had to ask: is he even worthy?

“Understood.” In the cave, a male Great Strand cultivator in his teens, wearing dark green robes, spoke. He sleepily withdrew the Heaven-rank defensive array covering the seventy-two pillars. For an instant, the space outside fluctuated, leaving only thin layers of protective barriers.

By now, the Changxian Sect Leader had finished his deployment. First, a hundred Spirit Severing masters would strike to break the array. Then, Nascent Soul disciples would set up killing arrays to slaughter the demonic cultivators within. Golden Core cultivators would act as scouts, charging in to report news.

“Begin.” The Sect Leader gave the signal, and the Spirit Severing masters displayed their prowess. Surging spiritual energy dispersed the clouds and parted the celestial sea, striking ruthlessly against the pavilion’s barriers. For a time, multicolored spiritual energy blotted out the sun, and the sea was pushed back ten thousand feet, revealing the pitch-black sea rocks.

Even protected by artifacts granted by the Spirit Severing masters, the Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators turned pale under the pressure. Pan Yang, seeing this world-turning power, felt his face shift through various expressions, his hatred for the Heavenly Dao Messenger growing. If it weren’t for that drag-along constantly hindering him, he would have entered the Lingtian Secret Realm long ago and would be at the Spirit Severing stage by now. Then, he alone could have broken the barrier; why would he need these useless people?

As the violent spiritual energy vortex dispersed, the Spirit Severing masters—whether disdainful, arrogant, or triumphant—all had their expressions change. The barrier that looked paper-thin was incredibly solid, remaining as steady as a mountain under the fierce attack. Feeling humiliated, they pulled long faces and brought out their true specialties.

“Heh…” Pan Yang, watching the ugly farce, chuckled gleefully in secret. This is how they attack the pavilion? They can’t even blow open the front door; how can they fight?

“What are you laughing at?” A Golden Core disciple from a minor sect who had been enduring him for a long time rolled his eyes and sneered with contempt. “I’ve seen you acting cool over there for a while. A mere Golden Core with your chin held so high—looking at your arrogant self, I thought you were a Spirit Severing master!” This man was truly disgusted by Pan Yang’s contemptuous and ugly face. Just a mere Golden Core; what right does he have to look down on Spirit Severing masters?

“Are you even worthy?!” The man spat viciously. If they weren’t attacking the pavilion, he would have killed this disgusting thing first.

Pan Yang’s face was dark, his eyes gloomy like a venomous snake staring at prey.

“What are you looking at!” Irritated by the look, the man shook his fist. Pan Yang shrank back. He finally retreated a few steps, staying away from the person calling him a “coward.”

However, Golden Core cultivators have good hearing. The insults against Pan Yang spread instantly, resulting in no one wanting to be near him. Various looks of contempt and disgust fell on him, making him feel as if he were in a sea of fire—agonizing, yet unable to escape. He could only bow his head, mentally dismembering that Golden Core disciple over and over again. Ever since he fell out with the Heavenly Dao Messenger, that damned liar had stopped helping him. Damned liar; if he couldn’t become the true Son of Fate, it shouldn’t think of escaping—it could stay trapped in his body forever and die with him!

As Spirit Severing masters, every move of the surrounding cultivators could not escape their eyes. Pan Yang’s behavior made them even more embarrassed, but under the intentional interference of the Heavenly Dao, they turned the anger they wanted to use to kill him into attacks against the defensive barrier.

However…

“Just a mere two pieces of Mysterious Armor!” Xuan Ziwen slapped his thigh in frustration, his dark green robes crumpled into a ball, his handsome face scrunched up. It’s only been a thousand years; why are the Spirit Severing cultivators so weak and superficial now?

Setting aside the fact that he had been locked away for so long and his strength had regressed at least two stages from the Great Strand stage, just looking back at their time—the era when heroes rose, geniuses were like stars, and ghostly talents were everywhere. Back then, he was in the Void Refining stage, and his Mysterious Armor was smashed to pieces by a Spirit Severing rogue cultivator who challenged him across stages. It shook his mental state so much he was paralyzed on a cold jade bed for ten years. From then on, the once-arrogant Xuan Ziwen learned modesty. One must know there is always someone better. Who knows when you’re acting cool, someone might suddenly pop up and beat you so hard your own parents wouldn’t recognize you?

“Sigh…” The seventh Sword-Bearing Elder of the Changxian Sect, the habitually gentle Goddess Furong, covered her face. Her fingers pressed against the bulging veins on her forehead, and her soft voice carried a hint of gritted teeth, “Changxian has no one left…”

“Just withdraw the barrier. Otherwise, they probably won’t even be able to get in by the time Qing-qing returns.” Goddess Furong’s red lips were pursed tight. She couldn’t understand how a mere thousand years had completely eroded the heritage and character of the Changxian Sect. The techniques to move mountains, fill seas, and pluck the moon were right there on the trial cliffs behind the sect; as long as one meditated for a hundred years, they shouldn’t be unable to break two pieces of armor at the Spirit Severing stage. Truly, as Qing-qing said, the hearts of men are no longer what they were… Their hearts were all set on fighting—fighting with disciples, with mortals, with the weak, and with blood relatives—but never willing to fight the heavens, fate, heart-demons, or evil.

“In Qing-qing’s words, if you throw these people into a mortal emperor’s harem, it would be a play where two people act out three thousand beauties fighting for favor,” Guixiao Ku clapped his hands. “You don’t even need three; just two could fight until the world turned dark. One can see how narrow-minded they are.”

“Sigh…”

“How did it turn out like this?”

“I clearly left the inheritance to Chengming before I was locked away; why does he know nothing of it?”

“Why didn’t my disciple come? Dead? No, his talent was excellent; it’s impossible he didn’t reach Spirit Severing!”

“D*mn it, how did that scum become an elder? He isn’t worthy of shit!”

“I can’t take it anymore! Open the doors and let these wastrels in! If I don’t skin them today, I’m not worthy of being their ancestor!”

Hearing of their sect’s decline was one thing, but seeing it was harder to accept. The sects they were once proud of, for which they fought bloodily, had now become dens for rats? The techniques, treasures, and spirit stones they left behind with such hope and expectation were being used to breed maggots?

Buzz— Under another wave of attacks, the barrier suddenly vanished. The Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators didn’t understand; they assumed the masters had broken the array with a high-level move and cheered boastfully. The Spirit Severing masters cleared their throats, knowing something was wrong but, for the sake of face, acted as if nothing happened and ordered the cultivators to charge in. After all, they were just some Golden Core and Nascent Soul underlings; if they died, they could just train more. As long as the Lingtian Secret Realm was still there, they wouldn’t lack people.

“This shameless thing is actually the Changxian Sect Leader?” Goddess Furong pulled at her chains, making them rattle madly.

“Such a sissy! Not even as bold as me, a woman!” The tall, enchanting Great Strand female cultivator in purple beside her slapped her thigh, wanting to rush out and strike dead their “useless sole descendant” Ancestor.

“This thing is an Ancestor?” Goddess Furong sneered, shaking her head with a bitter smile. “No… the Changxian of old wasn’t like this. It shouldn’t be like this.”

The White Tiger Immortal was the most impatient. With a wave of his hand, the Dui Fang artifact carried immense force and thunderous lightning, gathering the rocks of the abyss with a booming sound and ruthlessly striking the hundred Spirit Severing “calves.”

“Spineless things! Daring not even to enter; I’ll just break your legs for you!” With tiger eyes wide, the White Tiger Immortal struck out a palm, passing through the three levels of the pavilion to land directly on the Jinhu Sect Leader’s legs.

“AAAAHHH—” A scream startled everyone. A dignified Spirit Severing master didn’t even have time to react; before he realized that the vast and terrifying power was aimed at him, both his legs were turned into blood mist. Smashed to pieces!

“Hiss, take it easy. If you blow them away in one slap, how can we educate them?” Guixiao Ku rolled his eyes. The elder from his sect was coughing blood incessantly after that strike.

“Are these people really Spirit Severing masters?” His “Laughing Face” was almost crying from how pathetic they were. These wastrels who were beaten so hard they didn’t recognize their own ancestors—these were masters??? Masters, my foot!

The thousand ancestor-level cultivators gnashed their teeth. Xuan Ziwen deftly activated the Mysterious Armor, trapping the wastrels inside the Zhou Tian Pavilion to prevent them from escaping.

Long before the assembly of the sects, Yun Qianxue had arranged for Jiameng to lead the demonic cultivators of the pavilion to hide elsewhere. Jiameng was currently sitting at a mortal tea stall, listening to a storyteller tell a tale of a general winning against the odds.

“Beat them as you please; kill them one by one.” The Guming Immortal looked at the First Elder of his own sect with immense dislike. That shifty-eyed mouse-like look truly ruined their sect’s “gentlemanly” style.

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