Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Ancient Records

The woman, long blade in hand, stood at the entrance of the underground city, lightning enveloping the entire base. She looked up at the zombies crashing against the electric barrier, her gaze cold and sharp. If this continued, she wouldn’t be able to maintain the lightning shield, and the base would eventually be annihilated by the zombie tide.

Yun Qianxue, arriving from behind, looked at that silhouette beneath the thunder and fire. Seeing that towering, proud figure standing immovable, she had a momentary urge to step forward and embrace her. To hold her from behind amidst the sky full of lightning. Of course, she only thought about it; she preferred a different way.

“Here, I found the hairpin.” Yun Qianxue walked to Yin Shaoqing’s side and opened her palm. The simple peach-wood hairpin lay there quietly. It wasn’t flashy, nor did it look particularly precious.

“The Yun family has guarded a promise for generations: to find the person of destiny and have them pin my hair.” Yun Qianxue looked up at the woman before her who captivated her so. “Are you willing to pin my hair?”

Regardless of the ancestral oaths or the ultimate outcome, she only recognized this one person—even if Yin Shaoqing wasn’t the “destined one” from the Yun family’s legends.

At this moment, the girl was strikingly radiant and eye-catching. Confident and brave, she sought a home from the person beside her. And what was there that couldn’t be given?

Yin Shaoqing took the hairpin. The moment she touched it, the simple peach blossom carved on the head bloomed. Green shoots grew wildly, and pink blossoms opened against the wind and thunder, swaying in the gale—fragile yet resilient. The once plain hairpin had gained a spirit and a soul through Yin Shaoqing’s touch. The peach blossom had a soul, pinning the hair of my wife to bless our love.

Amidst Yun Qianxue’s astonishment and shy tension, Yin Shaoqing lowered her head, tenderly and solemnly arranging and pinning her hair. The magnificent, spirited hairpin intertwined with her dark tresses; from a distance, it looked as if Yun Qianxue wore a branch of peach blossoms in full bloom. It was beautiful, yet also “ugly.”

The ugliness lay in the fact that Yun Qianxue’s face was truly difficult to look at; the healing power had not been able to regrow her rotted flesh. The areas that had festered severely were now just thin layers of flesh clinging to the bone, looking little better than a skull—hideous enough to induce nausea. But it was also beautiful; so beautiful that Yin Shaoqing couldn’t look away.

She tightly embraced her girl, her wife, and whispered in her ear: “Go. Come back soon.”

Yun Qianxue needed to enter the Spirit Spring to cleanse her marrow and obtain the wood-attribute ability. They both knew that without the existence of a “Sky City,” they couldn’t protect the people behind them. At the very least, they couldn’t let children go to the battlefield and sacrifice their lives.

“Sister, later on, can you bury An An and Mama in a place full of fresh flowers?” Mama loved flowers most. So, An An wanted to go and accompany her.

The adults were currently doing bloody things to Yu Yinglang that children shouldn’t see, so the two kids had been sent outside. Qi Ming had “seen” the future; he thought he could prevent the disaster, but he wanted to be buried with his mother. Then, he wanted his little sister to live on well with the two older sisters.

But An An was always so well-behaved it was heartbreaking. How many zombies could her barrier actually stop? Even if she fought with her life, how many people could she save?

Yin Shaoqing lowered her eyelashes, not denying the child’s decision. She simply squatted down, just as her wife had once said. “It hasn’t reached that point yet. Stand behind me; I will protect you.” She didn’t like the word “if,” because it implied regret over why something wasn’t done or was done too late. She only spoke of the “now” and the “future.”

“Take the children inside and hide well,” Yin Shaoqing said to an adult who followed them out. She didn’t know these people, but that didn’t stop her from protecting them.

“We can help too.” Those who survived through suffering did not fear death.

But their strength shouldn’t be spent merely on risking their lives. “In the future, at a certain source, that will be your battlefield.” Yin Shaoqing had a premonition that the end of the God-Abandoned Era and its hope lay with these people. “Conserve your energy and store your strength.”

Now, the Knight would lead the way, carving out a path across mountains and seas for these morning stars who would light up the future.

Every zombie and guard within the base had been cleared by Yin Shaoqing. What she had to do now was stand in front of these people and not retreat a single step.

“Warning: Host’s energy core, second layer, is exhausted.” The Fat Calico Cat’s pupils narrowed into a vertical line. If this continued, its host would be the first to collapse.

Yin Shaoqing snapped back to reality and soothed it: “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Fine my foot!” The cat believed Yin Shaoqing’s words, but it didn’t believe “Shaoqing’s” words. Under this cloudy sky, the one present had always been the misanthropic, death-defying Shaoqing. She was too crazy; the cat was terrified.

“I’m a woman with a family now; I won’t do anything stupid.” Even “Shaoqing” had to consider her little wife. She had just pinned her girl’s hair and hadn’t even had the chance to enter the bridal chamber; how could she bear to die?

“Roar—” Amidst the thunder, the roars of high-level zombies rose one after another. Without Yu Yinglang’s control, the high-level zombies began to summon low-level swarms to fight for them. More and more zombies arrived from all directions, besieging the base.

Yin Shaoqing calculated the energy in her core; she could hold out for one day. After that, her energy would be depleted. “According to the usual tropes, the female lead has a halo; she should come out very soon,” the cat started guessing wildly in its nervousness.

Yin Shaoqing let out a soft laugh. She thought that an angst-trope female lead had no halo; all the luck had been on that scumbag Yu Yinglang. Otherwise, with such a vile character, how could he have lived so long and even possessed such powerful abilities? Mental-attribute abilities, when used well, were formidable. A Grade 4 mental user could easily invade others’ brains and control them. If Yu Yinglang hadn’t overextended his energy by controlling too many zombies, he might have even been able to control Yin Shaoqing.

“Host, I beg you, stop talking!” the cat suddenly bristled. Its host was exactly the kind of prophet who deserved to be targeted!

Because just as she finished speaking about the power of mental abilities, a surge of energy invaded Yin Shaoqing’s brain—the deathbed struggle of Yu Yinglang. The researchers were right: pain and the threat of death would cause a person to burst forth with great power. Yu Yinglang, having his brain electrocuted, suddenly erupted. His mental power stabbed directly into Yin Shaoqing’s mind. She only felt a noisy clamor in her head before losing consciousness.

“Damned woman, come and save me!” Curling up in the darkness, Yu Yinglang groped around in Yin Shaoqing’s psyche. He wanted to find her mental core, occupy it, completely control this madwoman, and go take back his body.

The endless darkness exhausted Yu Yinglang’s patience. Those people were cruelly electrocuting his brain; he had no time to waste. “Help me, Heavens, help me again.” Yu Yinglang muttered neurotically. Since Heaven’s will allowed him to be reborn in the previous life, it would surely help him find a way out now. Perhaps he truly was the darling of the Heavenly Dao.

Not far away, a speck of light began to glow. Overjoyed, Yu Yinglang rushed toward it. It was a peach tree, and beneath it, a cold lotus was swaying in full bloom.

“What on earth is this?” Yu Yinglang’s mental power manifested into human form as he stepped forward with disgust. Why did he have to witness all sorts of ugly and filthy things in the apocalypse while this madwoman had flowers and trees in her mental world? Everyone lived in filth; what gave her the right to be clean?

Yu Yinglang reached out maliciously to break the cold lotus.

“Clang…”

A blade severed his arm and then his limbs. A woman in black stood beneath the peach tree, her apricot eyes cold as ice. Her pink lips uttered two words: “Insolent.”

Just two words, yet they terrified Yu Yinglang so much he couldn’t even speak. He stared wide-eyed as the woman, who had a face identical to his fiancé’s, raised her sword. With one strike, she crushed his mental power.

“AAAAAAAAHHH—” Yu Yinglang screamed on the experimental table, bleeding from his seven orifices. The agony of having nearly 80% of his mental power crushed caused him to lose any chance of a comeback. As the people approached him with scalpels, he stared wide-eyed like a dead fish—terrified, trembling. For the first time, he felt regret. If only he hadn’t experimented on these people… but there are no “ifs.”

Yu Yinglang’s mental intrusion caused Yin Shaoqing to daze for a moment. During that time, a gap appeared in the lightning net. A large number of zombies surged into the city. Yin Shaoqing, carefully calculating her energy loss, had to abandon her original plan and began to redeploy the net while simultaneously using brute force to slay the zombies.

Foul black blood stained her clothes, and piles of corpses formed beneath her feet. How long she could last, she didn’t know, and neither did the cat. It could only hope that the female lead would return soon.

The space inside the peach blossom hairpin wasn’t large; a spirit spring took up most of the area, while a peach tree was planted in the other small section. Yun Qianxue soaked in the spring, leafing through an ancient book found beneath the tree. The handwriting was truly poor, but Yun Qianxue somehow understood it.

It contained the “complaints” of a celestial immortal toward her lover. “Ah-Xue loves plants; every time she plants them in the garden, she walks a hundred miles to fetch spirit spring water to irrigate them.” The immortal felt heartache seeing how tiring that walk was, yet she couldn’t persuade her otherwise!

Yun Qianxue watched with amusement as this immortal wrote half the book boasting about how powerful she was—opening the gates of heaven, slaying the Heavenly Dao, holding a supremely noble status as the Great Demon Venerable. Yet she was nothing in front of her wife; she couldn’t persuade her or talk her out of anything. After losing a handful of hair in worry, it was finally her capable “daughter”—someone named Meng—who told her: why not just put the spirit spring in a small object and give it to her wife as a gift?

The Demon Venerable was overjoyed, placed the spirit spring into a hairpin, and pinned it into her wife’s hair. At this point, the boastful tone of the immortal was unmistakable.

Yun Qianxue closed the ancient book and closed her eyes to feel the changes in her energy core. Perhaps, in the future, she and Yin Shaoqing would be just like what was written in this book—bickering, laughing, and spending a lifetime together…

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