Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: How Ruthless

“Host, you cannot replace the female lead!” The fat civet cat bristled, sending a telepathic message to Yin Shaoqing, whose face looked like she was about to go on strike.

Having followed Yin Shaoqing through several worlds, the cat knew that whenever her face dropped like that, nothing good was going to happen!

Tsk… annoying…

With a flick of her gold-and-silver clouded black sleeve, Pan Yang along with the Soul Formation Pill he had traded his Junior Sister for was thrown out of the Zhoutian Pavilion by Yin Shaoqing.

He was a Golden Core expert, after all; the force of a mere sleeve wouldn’t kill him.

As for injuries…

Perhaps because the smile lines at the corners of Yin Shaoqing’s lips were too obvious, or perhaps because she was now alone and trapped deep within the Zhoutian Pavilion, Yun Qianxue shrank back an inch in fear.

Her small movement, which she thought was hidden, did not escape Yin Shaoqing’s eyes.

Yin Shaoqing simply kicked over a wooden stool, took a long stride, and sat directly in front of Yun Qianxue.

Looking down at her, her gaze was dark and unreadable: “What, regret it already?”

Yun Qianxue bit her lip. Although she understood the principle of keeping one’s word, at this moment, she felt a faint sense of regret.

“Hmm?” Yin Shaoqing suddenly frowned and reached out. Why is there a glow between this female lead’s brows?

The sudden scent of peach blossoms startled Yun Qianxue, turning her face bright red. Her coughing even stopped from the shock. She opened her almond eyes wide, feeling the light touch on her forehead—cool and slightly itchy.

The spot where her fingertip touched felt vaguely unpleasant to Yin Shaoqing, reminiscent of the feeling when she was locked in the Main Space for punishment.

“System, what on earth is this thing?”

“It’s a Heavenly Law Curse.” The fat civet wagged its tail, rubbing its round face against its paws lazily. “It’s used to control the female lead.”

Oh?

Yin Shaoqing arched an eyebrow. She simply leaned forward until her forehead pressed against Yun Qianxue’s. She wanted to see exactly how this thing controlled her.

Yun Qianxue felt a sudden warmth on her forehead, and then everything went blank.

White clouds drifted and a clear river wound through a forest; Yun Qianxue’s sea of consciousness was a scene of vibrant spring and harmonious landscapes.

The sun was warm, and even the wind blowing against the body was gentle.

As far as the eye could see, there wasn’t a single trace of gloom.

Even more ridiculous was that nothing cast a shadow; even the darkness that coexists with light had vanished.

Splash… The sound of water suddenly rang in her ears. Yin Shaoqing turned her head to see a light blue-scaled fish leap out of the water, wagging its tail at her.

With gossamer fins and a white belly, it was very beautiful. Yin Shaoqing reached out, and the fish, unafraid of strangers, nuzzled her fingertip affectionately.

After a few nuzzles, it swam away, pausing occasionally as if leading the way.

Yin Shaoqing followed, passing through clusters of flowers and stagnant, pure ponds. The deeper she went toward the source of the river, the darker the vegetation became.

The aura that Yin Shaoqing detested also grew stronger.

Finally, after the plants and river had turned completely black, Yin Shaoqing saw the so-called Heavenly Law Curse.

Five golden pillars of stellar meteorite stretched out dense, black chains of runic law. The chains tangled into thorns, their ends firmly pierced into the heart of Yun Qianxue, who was kneeling on the ground, her limbs locked and eyes tightly shut.

Fresh blood dripped along the thorns to the ground, making a crisp ticking sound, mixing with dried traces to turn red and black, continuously nourishing the formation on the floor.

Two sharp hooks extending from the formation pierced through Yun Qianxue’s collarbones, pinning her in place, unable to move even an inch.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face was as white as paper. Seeing that her soul essence had been tortured like this by the curse yet she still hadn’t handed her heart over to Pan Yang, Yin Shaoqing felt this female lead was still worth saving.

If she hadn’t been constantly resisting the curse, her soul essence would likely have turned into these black runes long ago.

By then, the female lead would truly have done whatever Pan Yang that favored Child of Fortune of the Heavenly Dao told her to do, without a shred of protest.

Yin Shaoqing carefully touched the chains, wondering if she could snap them, but an unexpected cry of pain came from outside the sea of consciousness.

The previously quiet black chains suddenly attacked. Yin Shaoqing retreated and her consciousness left Yun Qianxue’s mind.

A mouthful of pungent, metallic blood splattered across Yin Shaoqing’s collar. Yun Qianxue had already gone limp in her arms, fainting away.

Yin Shaoqing’s black outer robe made Yun Qianxue’s face look even paler, appearing as if she were at death’s door.

“Why is she so fragile?” Yin Shaoqing frowned. With this constant coughing and spitting of blood, the girl might die before the fate could even be corrected.

Showing no concern for the cost of her expensive robe, Yin Shaoqing wiped the blood from Yun Qianxue’s lips with her sleeve. She tucked one arm behind the girl’s back and the other under her knees, lifting her up.

The light, soft body felt remarkably like the tiny kitten she had picked up once.

Small, dirty, and not even as big as a palm.

Yin Shaoqing tightened her arms and steadily placed the sickly female lead on her own bed.

“Oho~” The fat civet cat grew interested, its eyes wide and tail thumping.

Gossipily, it asked: “Don’t you hate it most when people touch your bed? Why didn’t you throw her out? Why the exception?”

Yin Shaoqing reached out to feel Yun Qianxue’s forehead; it was very hot.

She pulled out a medicinal pill and stood up to get water, pausing to rua the fat civet cat until it yowled before letting go.

“Stop the nonsense. Would you care if a tiny kitten slept on your bed?”

A kitten only the size of a fart, cute and lovely naturally, she had enough patience to tolerate it.

This female lead was just like a kitten; every move she made tickled Yin Shaoqing’s heart.

The fat civet bared its teeth and stuck out its tongue. “Pah!”

You lying woman, as if I’d believe you!

“In all seriousness, how do I break that curse?” Having done so many missions, this was the first time Yin Shaoqing had encountered a female lead bound by the Heavenly Dao.

“This method is only sent down by the Heavenly Dao to force the female lead to help the Child of Fortune unconditionally when he can no longer deceive her at all.” The system hated these insidious tricks most.

In some worlds, the Heavenly Dao would do any disgusting thing to prevent the world’s destruction.

“If the soul essence is still there, she can be woken up through external stimulation to help her break free from the curse.”

The fat civet flattened its ears, looking a bit cowardly: “If the soul essence is gone, then… then… we can only replace the female lead.”

But if they replaced the female lead, the cat would be punished along with the host!

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“The soul essence is still there. How do I stimulate her?” Yin Shaoqing tapped the scabbard of the Tiangang Sword.

The Soul Formation Pill had already been given to Pan Yang. In another year, Yun Qianxue was scheduled to fulfill the plot point of “sacrificing herself to fill the Demon Sea Eye” for her Senior Brother.

Yin Shaoqing feared there wasn’t enough time.

“The Heavenly Dao wants her to serve the Child of Fortune, so it set her up to obey every word Pan Yang says. You just need to let her see with her own eyes that everything Pan Yang says is a lie.”

Pan Yang had lied to Yun Qianxue, saying that demons were wreaking havoc and the righteous path had no successors that only after he reached the Soul Formation stage could he stand up to fight the demonic path.

He also said the demons of the Northern Abyss were murderous, each one an evil ghost who fell into madness for selfish desires.

Only, he hadn’t told Yun Qianxue that this Zhoutian Pavilion was actually the residence of the demons.

Yin Shaoqing nodded in understanding.

She summoned a maid and instructed: “When she wakes up, take her to the Diming Gate.”

The maid, with black hair, a short cut, and a silver mask, bowed her head and asked respectfully and cautiously: “Exalted One, are you planning to torture her?”

The Diming Gate was filled with female demonic cultivators who practiced illusions to destroy a person’s spirit in their dreams. Those who were punished in the Diming Gate didn’t die, but they all turned into idiots.

Yin Shaoqing’s brow twitched. She spoke decisively: “Unnecessary.”

If the female lead became an idiot, how could she complete the mission?

“Doesn’t Diming Gate have a salt lake? Make her harvest salt. Don’t let her out until she finishes harvesting all the salt in the lake.”

A formation was set at the bottom of that salt lake, connecting it to the salt sea below. As long as the formation wasn’t broken, the lake water would never run dry.

“How ruthless (harvesting bamboo shoots).” The fat civet exploded into a ball of fluff. Wasn’t this going to work the female lead to death?

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