Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 29.2

Chapter 29.2: Finale

This person was not one for sweet talk; she loved to tease her, and she had no idea what romance was.

But she would notice whenever Yun Qianxue was unhappy. She would clumsily hand over her small treasury and beg her not to cry, saying, “Look, I’ve given you all my belongings, take them and spend them! I heard spending money makes people happy~”

She would also see through her disguises at a single glance, regardless of whether she had taken Jiameng’s pills to feign a healthy complexion. Even without entering her sea of consciousness, she knew when her little girl was in pain.

She was always there when Yun Qianxue needed her most—no need to call; one turn of the head, one pivot, and there she was. Being her backbone, standing before her, blocking out the wind and frost, leaving her a patch of bright sunshine.

And so, Yun Qianxue was deeply ensnared in this scent of peach blossoms, intoxicated for days and nights, unable to extricate herself. Nor did she wish to wake.

“If you are to stay with me, promise me forever.”

Yun Qianxue stood on tiptoe, reaching out to grab Yin Shaoqing’s lapels. Casting aside her so-called gentle decorum, she took up the “presumptuousness of being favored” that others disapproved of most. She wanted a promise. A promise from a god. A god’s word, once spoken, becomes a True Word—a truth that cannot be erased by thousands of years or the turning cycles of reincarnation.

Perhaps the emotions in her eyes were too intense, or perhaps those trembling hands were too moving. Yin Shaoqing stood the Tiangang sword before her, crossed her hands over the hilt, and knelt on one knee, looking up at her girl in the posture of a proposal.

“I, Yin Shaoqing, hereby swear: I pledge to Yun Qianxue that this person and this soul shall depend on each other in life and death. The thread between our fingers shall not break in reincarnation, and the oath in my heart shall not end in rebirth. No matter which world it is, I will always find you, accompany you, protect you, and never be parted.”

The sky reflected the clouds, and the warm wind was intoxicating. Yin Shaoqing didn’t care; at this moment, she was completely light-headed with the word “love.” But she felt there was nothing wrong with that. She was willing to protect her girl, in every single world.

Yun Qianxue covered her lips, her eyes curving like crescents. She also knelt on one knee before her beloved. Facing her soulmate and in the presence of the Laws, she responded with her own vow.

The True God’s oath spoke thus: “No matter how many times we reincarnate, I will wait for you—wait for you to come and fetch me. And then, I will follow closely by your side.”

She did not promise that she would fall in love with Yin Shaoqing, because there was no need. She believed in herself; even if she reincarnated and forgot everything, she would still fall in love with Yin Shaoqing. She would fall in love with this clumsy-mouthed person who couldn’t say sweet things but would forever protect her.

“You’ve made a massive profit, Host,” the fat calico cat flicked its ears.

It had to be said that in this world, its host had encountered an unprecedentedly good female lead. Its host was a demigod, so the promise she made was not entirely bound by the Laws; she could break the contract in the next life, find the female lead, and then leave. But the female lead could not; she was a True God, and a god’s oath is inviolable.

But the female lead knew this. She knew Yin Shaoqing was a demigod, but she chose to believe her words anyway. She loved her, so she trusted her. This was different from when she trusted Pan Yang while controlled by the Heavenly Dao Curse.

Ultimately, in one lifetime, a deity broke through Yin Shaoqing’s dark soul. She mischievously dropped a seed within and teased it gently from time to time. She waited for it to sprout, grow, and eventually become a peach tree covered in blossoms. The petals drifted into the boundless darkness, leaving behind streaks of light.

After the Heavenly Gate opened, the realm restrictions on cultivators were completely lifted. Furthermore, since the Zhou Tian Pavilion had been the graveyard for the elders and masters of various sects, the power balance of the entire cultivation world underwent a massive reshuffle.

The power of demonic cultivators overwhelmed the Immortal Sects. Fortunately, with the Demon Venerable Yin Shaoqing suppressing them, the groups of demons who shouted for slaughter every day didn’t charge into the Immortal Sects.

Meanwhile, Yun Qianxue, who wanted nothing more than to cling to Yin Shaoqing’s side like a cat, was ruthlessly dragged back by Liuyun to preside over major affairs.

“I’m about to have my grand wedding,” Yun Qianxue sat behind her desk, staring at sect affairs and pouting in dissatisfaction. She had completely discarded the coldness she showed when saving Liuyun; after sticking by Yin Shaoqing for a few days, she had become a delicate little girl. With a fair face, apricot eyes, and cherry lips pouting softly, she was an endearing sight.

Liuyun’s fingertips moved; she felt like pinching the girl’s cheek. “Even a grand wedding won’t do. Handle these matters first. You are the Sect Leader.”

“Then I won’t be the Sect Leader anymore.” Qianxue was quitting, Qianxue was throwing a tantrum, Qianxue just wanted to go back and be clingy with her lover!

“No…” Liuyun had a headache. Frustrated by the girl’s lack of ambition, she pinched her soft, fleshy cheek and frowned. “How can you be so spineless?” Just to get married, she was willing to give up the Sect Leader position? Was that Demon Venerable really that good? Good enough to steal her soul away?

Liuyun was too fierce; Yun Qianxue didn’t dare move and could only tilt her face to beg for mercy. “Let go, let go, it hurts, hurts…”

“I won’t. Tell me, are you going to be the Sect Leader or not?” Liuyun’s brows were up. She believed that in the entire Wanyang Sect, no one but Yun Qianxue was qualified to sit in that position.

“Let her do whatever she wants.” A fair, powerful hand easily pushed Liuyun’s hand away, rescuing Yun Qianxue’s soft cheek. After pushing her away, the owner of that hand unceremoniously scooped up Yun Qianxue in her arms and began walking out.

“Hey! The Sect Leader’s affairs aren’t finished yet! Demon Venerable, be reasonable!” Liuyun grew anxious. How could she just snatch the person away?!

“I am the reason. If there’s a problem, talk to me.” Yin Shaoqing held her girl in a princess carry, giving her a little bounce. She was incredibly overbearing. “Now, I am taking my wife away.”

“Wait! You aren’t even married yet!”

Yin Shaoqing ignored her. The long hem of her black robes carved a stylish arc. Her back was cold and proud, and her clear voice carried an unquestionable determination: “Even if we aren’t married, she is still my wife.”

So, what was wrong with her taking her own wife home? Naturally, nothing was wrong!

Yun Qianxue snuggled into Yin Shaoqing’s embrace with a beaming smile, letting herself be carried back to the Zhou Tian Pavilion. On the way, she affectionately whispered in her ear: “Is the wedding dress ready? Should I bring more dowry? Is there anything I need to help with? You’ve worked so hard these past few days.”

Yun Qianxue’s soft hands pressed against Yin Shaoqing’s shoulders, helping her relax. Her eyes were full of heartache. These past few days, she had been busy dealing with the mess of the Changxian and Wanyang sects, leaving all the wedding arrangements to Yin Shaoqing. It must have been exhausting for her.

Yin Shaoqing tilted her head to nuzzle Yun Qianxue’s hair and said warmly, “Everything is ready. You don’t need to prepare any dowry. You… just give yourself to me, and that will be enough.”

Yun Qianxue’s face heated up, and the tips of her ears turned red instantly. Shamed into a ball of curled-up limbs, she didn’t even dare show her face from Yin Shaoqing’s chest. Wh-what do you mean ‘give’? How can this person be so blunt…

Only after teasing the girl until she was as red as a cooked shrimp did Yin Shaoqing laugh pleasantly and let her off. To say she didn’t have a temper after preparing the wedding alone for days would be a lie. She was exhausted every day and couldn’t even see her lover; it was frustrating just thinking about it.

“If you don’t want to be the Sect Leader of Wanyang, just give the position to Liuyun. I think she’s quite suited for it.” Yin Shaoqing unhesitatingly threw Liuyun under the bus. Not only did that woman take up her lover’s time, but she was also always getting touchy-feely with her girl. She should be the Sect Leader so she’d be too busy to bother Qianxue.

“Okay.” For Yin Shaoqing’s words, Yun Qianxue might as well have “mindless obedience” engraved on her forehead. It was lucky that Yin Shaoqing would never harm her. Otherwise, who knows what chaos would ensue.

Stepping into the Zhou Tian Pavilion again after only two or three days, it felt like a completely different place. The Demon Abyss on the third level had become an undersea palace, with stellar arrays inverted above and bioluminescence everywhere; sea rocks formed forests, and sea beasts shuttled through. Red silk was hung on the second and first levels, with gold-patterned twin phoenixes embroidered on the silk, fluttering in the wind. The Kuixing Gate had changed its usual closed-door gloom; the skylights were open, letting in the melting sunlight. The room was carpeted in lifelike peony-red rugs.

Yun Qianxue joyfully touched the “Double Happiness” characters; the red was so dazzling it made her heart feel warm.

“Eh? The bride and groom aren’t supposed to meet before the wedding. Master, you just couldn’t help yourself?” Jiameng, who had been busy, happened to catch the two of them. With hands on her hips, she boldly lectured her own Venerable One: “These are the rules; they cannot be broken.”

“There’s no such thing.” Yin Shaoqing was as willful as could be. She could follow other rules, but she couldn’t stand not seeing Yun Qianxue. “This is the Zhou Tian Pavilion. I say there is no such rule, so there isn’t.” Knowing her lover was right there at the Wanyang Sect but being unable to see her made her heart itch with restlessness; she couldn’t endure it.

“Pfft…” Yun Qianxue couldn’t help but laugh. The longer she spent with this person, the more she found her adorable. “Jiameng, don’t scold her anymore.” Yun Qianxue protected Yin Shaoqing fiercely and hurried to plead for her. “We don’t need to follow this rule. Since we have chosen each other, we will face those so-called unlucky hardships and trials hand-in-hand. There is no need to worry.”

If they truly stayed together, they would never part even without these rigid rules. If their feelings were false, then even if they followed every rule to the letter, they would only be together in appearance while drifting apart in heart, eventually separating anyway. Besides, neither of them was one to follow dead rules. Because of this, Yin Shaoqing dared to bring Yun Qianxue back early. Otherwise, she would have had to endure until she lost her mind. To make the girl happy, what did a small matter like this count for?

“You two really…” Jiameng raised her hands, gesturing for a long time before pointing at Yun Qianxue in frustration: “Just keep spoiling her, then!” Her Venerable One was already willful enough; now that Yun Qianxue gave her even more permission, she figured her Venerable One would be heading for the heavens soon!

The fat calico cat, watching the drama from Yin Shaoqing’s sea of consciousness, snorted. Its host could already head for the heavens. It didn’t understand—a demigod and a True God could have simply gone to the Great World through the Heavenly Gate. Who knew they would insist on staying? They stayed in this small world, made a home in the Zhou Tian Pavilion, and settled down.

Unable to persuade them, Jiameng resigned herself to continuing the wedding preparations. Two days passed in a flash.

In the glow of the sunset, someone chanted loudly: “The bright moon draws the double-shadowed geese; the cold frost reflects the joined-head plum.”

The winter of the Vast Sea was gone, leaving the shadows of two people. Golden parrots, embroidered phoenixes, mandarin duck jackets, and cloud-cloaks with phoenix robes. Silver hairpins, golden ornaments, glass curtains, red candles, clear streams, and embroidered silks. Hand in hand, they entered the pavilion. A beautiful night for a beautiful time; they shared the nuptial cup through morning and evening.

It was hard to tell if it was the clear wine or the person that was intoxicating. The warmth of the red candles reflected on Yun Qianxue’s blushing face. Her hot breath fanned against her palm, making Yin Shaoqing’s heart tremble. The complex wedding robes were stripped away layer by layer, and her lovely girl lay obediently beneath her. As her fingertips flicked away the outer robes and brushed aside the inner garments, accidentally touching skin that was shyly flushed a lovely pink, Yun Qianxue bit her lip, her gaze hazy and trembling. Yet she did not dodge; it was like an offering. She gave herself, completely, to Yin Shaoqing.

On closer look, the hand Yin Shaoqing used to peel away the clothes was also trembling, and her neck was flushed red. Her long hand landed on Yun Qianxue’s soft, fair abdomen, her fingertips tapping lightly as if playing a lute. She tilted her ear to listen, playing a moving melody in her heart.

Yun Qianxue turned her head and closed her eyes, taking a small, careful breath. She was as soft as an obedient kitten letting itself be bullied.

“Are you afraid?” This was a question Yin Shaoqing didn’t know how many times she had asked.

Yun Qianxue opened her watery eyes, a moving red tint appearing at the corners. She knew what Yin Shaoqing was talking about. Once, it was this hand that pierced her dantian and took her Golden Core. The fat calico cat had told Yin Shaoqing that no one could endure being caressed by a hand that had pierced their body. Yin Shaoqing was afraid—afraid her girl would be afraid of her. It was so circular and complex.

But her girl was much braver than she imagined. She took Yin Shaoqing’s trembling hand and pressed it to her lips for a kiss. She shook her head firmly, her eyes like a brilliant galaxy, and said, “I’m not afraid.”

Not afraid of you hurting me, and not afraid of the harm you once did to me. Because she knew that now, Yin Shaoqing would never hurt her. She wouldn’t abandon the present and future because of the past. She had sworn in her heart to walk side-by-side with Yin Shaoqing. Qianxue was a True God; she would not break her word.

Grasping that soft hand back, Yin Shaoqing heard the sound of cold lotuses blooming in the darkness. They bloomed in the depths of her soul, beneath that peach tree, swaying with fragrance. Her powerful hand stroked the skin she had craved for so long without further hindrance. Every inch, every bit of warmth was etched into her heart.

The night wind stirred the red curtains, causing the red candles to gutter—like teardrops falling to the ground, leaving behind patterns. There were soft words and whispers to comfort the low, sobbing whimpers—patient, determined, yet mischievously ceaseless.

Under the operation of the Laws, the small world survived dozens of its most difficult trials. Whenever a natural disaster arrived, when the small world was about to topple, the deity the people chanted for would always step in to save them. Once, twice… ten times, dozens of times… They could always trust their deity.

Until the Dharma-Ending Age ten thousand years later. At that moment when even the Laws began to stagnate, the end of time was obliterated here; the age of gods, the age of cultivation, and the end of the small world stopped here.

In the mountains and rivers they had trodden ten thousand times, in the peach blossom forest they had personally planted. Yun Qianxue lay in Yin Shaoqing’s arms, pouting softly like a spoiled child. “In the next life, I will cover my face with peach blossoms. You must come find me quickly and recognize me, okay?” She didn’t want to wait too long, so she would leave a clear mark, wanting Yin Shaoqing to recognize her at a glance.

Yin Shaoqing’s eyes softened at the words as she traced the features of her lover. She gave a warm, firm promise. “Okay.”

In the next life, I will go find you, and then, I will recognize you…

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