Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Refusal to Submit

With specialized tools for clearing Star Salt, Yun Qianxue saved a significant amount of effort. Although her hands were still worn raw, at least her hard work yielded results.

After a busy day, she could clear an area the size of a room. However, compared to the entire lake, it was like a single hair on nine oxen.

Fortunately, cultivators live long enough; she had the time to carry it. Moreover, every night, someone always came to tend to her hand injuries.

Exhausted from the day’s labor, Yun Qianxue slept so deeply that no matter how she was fussed over at night, she wouldn’t wake up.

She never saw that person, but… the scent of peach blossoms drifting into her dreams could not be hidden from her.

“I feel like you don’t cough as much now?” Jiameng sat on the Star Salt, munching on snacks, her head tilted in wonder.

She clearly remembered that when this girl first arrived, she coughed incessantly—a true invalid.

Yun Qianxue’s movements paused. She looked down at her hands. Indeed, I really don’t seem to cough much anymore?

In the past, her hand never left her handkerchief; in severe cases, she would even cough up blood.

“Why aren’t you talking?” Seeing her lack of response, Jiameng frowned and jumped down, leaning close to sniff her.

Hmm… such a familiar scent…

“Oh, I remember now!” Jiameng slapped her hand suddenly, making Yun Qianxue look at her in surprise, not understanding what she meant.

“Isn’t this the scent of the medicinal pills the Exalted One refined before?” Jiameng had gone to the alchemy room once and smelled this. It was fragrant, but as a pill, it didn’t seem to do much.

It was quite bland, and the effect of the pill was incredibly lackluster—useless for cultivators.

It was only good for mortal commoners to clear up lingering illnesses.

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Jiameng clapped her hands, clicking her tongue. She narrowed her phoenix eyes, the red tint at the corners spreading: “What exactly is your relationship with the Exalted One? Master and disciple, sisters, mother and daughter, or… lovers?”

Those last two words successfully made Yun Qianxue choke. She bent over and coughed frantically, looking as if she might lose her breath.

Jiameng was startled and hurriedly stuffed a piece of top-quality spiritual jade into her hand. Spiritual jade nourishes people and dispels illness; it is something cultivators use to calm the mind and body, and it was equally effective for Yun Qianxue.

Yun Qianxue gradually stopped coughing. She stared at the Star Salt beneath her feet, a shimmering blue expanse, and said helplessly, “What nonsense are you talking? Are you not afraid your Exalted One will find out?”

“You’ve certainly grown capable.” Seeing she was fine, Jiameng crossed her arms and jabbed back, “You actually dare to speak to me like this? You’re a prisoner, after all. Quite bold.”

This person… such a childish temper…

Yun Qianxue shook her head helplessly and picked up her tools to continue clearing the Star Salt, no longer responding.

This blatant act of ignoring her was what truly piqued Jiameng’s anger. Jiameng put her hands on her hips, opening her mouth to scold her, but suddenly sensed something. Her expression changed abruptly, and with a flick of her red robes, she vanished.

Yun Qianxue had seen Jiameng act this impulsively dozens of times and was long used to it. At this moment, she ignored it and continued her work.

However, her mind inadvertently drifted to the scent of peach blossoms, the cold crispness of black robes, and the person who acted somewhat cutely like a child.

As the sun rose, the Star Salt sparkled with a pale blue light. In the busy silence, Yun Qianxue actually gave birth to the illusion that such days were quite good.

“What am I thinking…” She self-mockingly whispered. How could her life ever be peaceful?

Clatter… A wisp of Yin Shaoqing’s fragmented consciousness remaining in Yun Qianxue’s sea of consciousness clearly transmitted the sound of the Heavenly Law runic chains tightening.

It’s working.

Yin Shaoqing opened her eyes. A long sword was piercing straight toward her face, the sword qi chillingly sharp; the newcomer intended to kill her.

With a flick of her long sleeve, the spiritual sword that arrived with the force of thunder was swatted away.

A strong wind attacked from behind. Without turning her head, Yin Shaoqing used her five fingers, imbued with the power to crack the earth, to seize the person’s ankle and hurl them directly out of the Tiankui Pavilion.

The crisp sound of bone breaking made the fat civet cat’s teeth itch. It twitched its whiskers, truly unable to understand if the Master of the Tianwei Gate—Shui Wei—had something wrong with her head.

She frequently ran to the Tiankui Pavilion to pick a fight, only returning each time after being beaten half to death by the host.

“This Seat said that if you offend again, I would break your bones.” Yin Shaoqing was not like the original Demon Venerable, who indulged this rebellious subordinate.

She detested disobedient subordinates most.

Since she transmigrated, this person had ambushed her twelve times.

Before Yin Shaoqing arrived, Shui Wei had followed the original host for one hundred and twenty years. These twelve times served to settle the score for her loyalty.

With her right leg broken, Shui Wei, possessing a cold and valiant face, looked up at Yin Shaoqing. Even though she sat on the ground with her spiritual sword out of reach, she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

“Draw your sword! I do not submit!” In twelve challenges, Yin Shaoqing had never once drawn the Tiangang Sword, which made Shui Wei’s heart burn with rage.

In the Kuixing Gate, a breeze stirred the peach blossoms. For a moment, Yin Shaoqing thought she had misheard.

She wants me to draw my sword?

Sneer…

“Are you worthy?”

“You!” Shui Wei’s eyes widened in fury. She reached out her hand, and the spiritual sword flew back. She twisted her body and stood up, attacking the Demon Venerable who stood with immense pressure in her black robes!

Yin Shaoqing lazily lifted her eyelids. Her hand moved slightly on the Tiangang Sword; it wouldn’t hurt to let Shui Wei see the blade of Tiangang once before she died.

Tiangang hummed, sounding extremely displeased. It seemed to look down on Shui Wei as well.

Shui Wei swept her sword across, the surging power of a Nascent Soul expert coming forth. Yin Shaoqing closed her fingers together and thrust toward Shui Wei’s heart!

“Exalted One! Stay your hand!”

A cry of alarm made Yin Shaoqing pause. She let out a dissatisfied “tsk” and simply caught the white blade with her bare hand, using her strength to snap Shui Wei’s high-grade spiritual sword directly!

She swept the sheathed Tiangang Sword across—a movement that looked light and airy to Jiameng, yet it sent Shui Wei flying out of the Kuixing Pavilion, the bone of her left leg even piercing through the skin and flesh.

Shui Wei was essentially a sword cultivator, and her constitution was far stronger than most, yet she had been beaten into a broken mess.

“What are you doing here?” Seeing Jiameng rush toward the blood-spitting Shui Wei, constantly feeding her various pills, Yin Shaoqing’s brows furrowed in displeasure. “Did I not tell you to watch Yun Qianxue?”

That invalid was so fragile; what if she fell into the lake?

Thinking this way, Yin Shaoqing felt a wave of irritation. With a flick of her black robes and her hem fluttering, she abruptly went to find Yun Qianxue.

Her departure stimulated Shui Wei, who was lying in Jiameng’s arms half-dead.

She struggled to get up and roared, “Stop right there!”

Their match wasn’t over. As long as the Tiangang Sword hadn’t been drawn, she wouldn’t give up!

“Shut up!” Jiameng was also furious.

This stunning beauty kicked Shui Wei and said coldly, “Do you really think you are Yun Qianxue?”

“With your attitude, even a hundred lives wouldn’t be enough to parade in front of the Exalted One!”

Jiameng knew Shui Wei didn’t submit to Yin Shaoqing, but she was crushed and knocked down in every match. Jiameng truly didn’t know why this person hadn’t changed.

“She is a sword cultivator yet doesn’t use a sword in a fight. How can I submit to her?” Shui Wei pushed her bones back into place with a cold face, showing not the slightest hint of pain.

Hearing this, Jiameng was too lazy to say more.

This woman just asked for a beating. Clearly, the Exalted One was proficient in all schools; she only used the sword because Tiangang was convenient.

Setting aside her crude fighting style, her mastery of arrays was extraordinary.

If the Exalted One didn’t want others to know, Jiameng would have long ago proclaimed to everyone how their Exalted One used arrays to forcibly transport Star Salt and seawater to the Zhoutian Pavilion.

And wasn’t the grand array outside the Zhoutian Pavilion the one that had stumped countless righteous cultivators and protected Zhoutian for a hundred years also laid by the Exalted One?

Who knows what a brainless, chesty person like Shui Wei was fussing about.

Not wanting to hear Jiameng ramble about how great the Demon Venerable was, Shui Wei interrupted and asked, “Who exactly is that Yun Qianxue?”

“Why do you care so much?” Jiameng cast a wary glance at the grim-faced Shui Wei.

Don’t think she didn’t know; this dead woman Shui Wei loved poking at other people’s weaknesses most.

If she got her hands on Yun Qianxue, how could it end well?

“You’d better not harbor any crooked thoughts, or the Exalted One will skin you alive.”

Having followed Yin Shaoqing for two hundred years, this was the first time Jiameng had seen her act like a human and care for someone else.

If anyone said there was nothing between them, Jiameng wouldn’t believe it for a second!

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