Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Hands and Feet

Yin Shaoqing always felt she was a good person an extremely Zen-like, gentle, and kind person.

Despite the fat civet cat’s numerous rebuttals, since a drunk person never admits they are drunk, it could do nothing about its host.

“I am a gentle person; I don’t like solving things with violence.” Yin Shaoqing picked up a lit sandalwood incense stick and blew on it lightly. Blue smoke rose, and the fragrance diffused.

In the bright and clean Tiankui Pavilion, the long-lingering scent of peach blossoms was suppressed significantly.

With a slight curve of her red lips, Yin Shaoqing flicked her finger. The unlit end of the incense stick plunged into the arm of Shui Wei, who was pinned to a pillar and unable to move.

“Ugh!” With a muffled groan, bean-sized sweat beads slid down Shui Wei’s forehead and smashed onto the ground, leaving a wet patch.

It looked very much like the scene that day when Yun Qianxue’s sweat fell on the stones by the lake.

No, no, no.

Yin Shaoqing raised her hand, which had held a sword for years, and rubbed her calloused fingertips.

It was far too different. Her lips pressed tight in an instant, and she looked expressionlessly at the woman before her a woman in a wretched state, her limbs covered in burning incense.

Her sweat fell too uglily.

“I tolerated your transgressions twelve times. What did you think that was?”

Yin Shaoqing did not gag Shui Wei; she allowed her to answer.

“Because you fear me! You coward, you don’t even dare to draw your sword. You aren’t fit to be a sword cultivator, and you’re even less fit to be the Lord of the Zhoutian Pavilion!”

Shui Wei struggled to lift her head and spat. Her distorted face and rapidly heaving chest spoke of her fury.

Looking at this brainless subordinate with her eyes wide and red, Yin Shaoqing felt a sense of being offended by the ugliness.

Fortunately, the way the blue smoke from the incense swirled around her was beautiful; overall, it was acceptable.

Shui Wei’s body trembled and convulsed incessantly. The first few incense sticks inserted into her arm had already burned down to her flesh, and the continuous piercing pain was a fate worse than death.

Her reaction did not escape Yin Shaoqing’s eyes.

With a light flick of her hem, Yin Shaoqing turned and sat opposite Shui Wei, leisurely sipping tea while admiring Shui Wei’s miserable state.

Pain, extreme pain!

With her cultivation suppressed, Shui Wei was currently powerless to break free from her shackles.

Furthermore, even though she was a sword cultivator, she had never followed the path of tempering her body with heavenly lightning. She had a good master; there were always high-grade magical treasures to protect her during heavenly tribulations, and spiritual medicine to cleanse her body regularly. Her formidable physical body had been cultivated without suffering much.

Additionally, every time Yin Shaoqing struck her, it was inside the Tiankui Pavilion. Jiameng had mentioned that a type of pain-relieving incense burned year-round in the Tiankui Pavilion.

It could stop not only physical pain but, more importantly, the agony of the soul.

But now, Shui Wei highly suspected that the flamboyant woman had lied to her. She was clearly feeling pain deep into her marrow!

Shui Wei’s face was deathly pale, and it took all her strength to keep herself from screaming.

She roared in hatred, “If you are so capable, then kill me!”

“Heh…” Yin Shaoqing let out a light laugh upon hearing this.

This was but the most ordinary burning incense, yet a dignified Golden Core sword cultivator who lived for fighting and killing couldn’t even endure this.

Yin Shaoqing laughed while saying to herself, “In the year the Zhoutian Pavilion was first built, a mortal prostitute carrying a dying Foundation Establishment sword cultivator ran to me, begging me to save that sword cultivator.”

A joke. At that time, Yin Shaoqing hadn’t transmigrated yet; the original soul of this body was still there.

How could an evil ghost who crawled out of the Northern Abyss save a person?

She only knew how to kill.

“So I told her, as long as she could light three hundred and sixty sandalwood incense sticks and scent my long-neglected, moldy house, I would save that sword cultivator.”

Yin Shaoqing picked up the remaining forty incense sticks from the table, lit them, and shook out the flames. “But I hate incense burners. So, guess what happened?”

She turned back. Her dark eyes allowed not a single ray of light to enter, like the thick darkness at the bottom of the Northern Abyss, where demonic energy churned and withered bones grew.

Shui Wei’s limbs instantly stiffened, cold sweat poured down, and she couldn’t even feel the pain in her body anymore. She only felt the malice in those eyes, as chilling as a blade, slowly flaying her soul. Death and suffocation submerged her like seawater.

Powerless to struggle, nowhere to seek life.

The incense sticks spun one by one between Yin Shaoqing’s pale fingertips. The three hundred and thirty-fourth stick was inserted into Shui Wei’s shoulder.

Pushing straight into the flesh, Yin Shaoqing even felt a dull thud.

Hmm… She frowned. It looked like it hit the bone. Fortunately, the incense didn’t break.

Shui Wei was already numb with pain, wishing she could lose consciousness immediately.

But that demon would only use a new incense stick to stab her awake just as she was about to faint. She was an evil ghost, a Northern Abyss monster wearing human skin!

“Stop shaking so much. The ashes are spilling everywhere. Tsk…” Yin Shaoqing took a step back in disgust, avoiding the annoying ashes.

Even though the soul had changed, this body still hated incense burners and ashes.

Unable to live and unable to die, Shui Wei’s sweat fell like a waterfall. Her pupils were dilated, and her head, once held high, hung low. A barely audible, trembling voice came forth.

“So, what happened to that person?”

“Hmm?” The hand inserting the incense did not stop, but Yin Shaoqing answered Shui Wei’s words with kindness and pleasure.

“Don’t you know? Naturally, she used her body as an incense burner, personally inserting three hundred and sixty incense sticks into her own limbs, and stood in this Tiankui Pavilion for three days and three nights.”

Tiankui Pavilion?

Shui Wei’s dilated pupils suddenly focused. She jerked her head around, ignoring the pain in her body, and questioned with wide eyes: “So it really was you who killed Pan Meng!”

She struggled like a madwoman. “I will kill you!”

Pan Meng was Pan Yang’s older sister. Years ago, Shui Wei was chased by enemies while traveling, lost her sight, and barely survived. It was only thanks to Pan Meng’s self-sacrifice that Shui Wei escaped death.

However, when Shui Wei woke up from her heavy injuries, Pan Meng was gone. Only Pan Yang remained by her side, telling her that his sister had passed away.

Though there was no evidence, Pan Yang had sworn to her that his sister, Pan Meng, was murdered by Yin Shaoqing. Thus, she had endured the humiliation and become a Gate Lord of the Zhoutian Pavilion just to find an opportunity to avenge Pan Meng.

Originally, she had recently convinced her Spirit Severing stage Sword Master to coordinate from the inside and outside to kill Yin Shaoqing. But who could have expected that Pan Yang would be dragged to the Zhoutian Pavilion by Yin Shaoqing.

Even more disgusting was that Yin Shaoqing had actually taken a liking to Pan Yang.

How could such a poisonous woman defile Pan Meng’s younger brother!

In a fit of rage, Shui Wei moved up her plan to assassinate Yin Shaoqing, but because she was outmatched, she fell to this state.

She just hadn’t expected that Yin Shaoqing not only killed Pan Meng but did so in such a cruel way! A torture that even she couldn’t endure how could a frail girl like Pan Meng survive it?

It must be said that Shui Wei was indeed slow-witted, but she was quite good at making excuses for herself.

Yin Shaoqing held an incense stick between her fingers and stabbed it ruthlessly into Shui Wei’s collarbone, sneering amidst her pained groans: “I didn’t just kill her; I refined her living soul and made her my puppet!”

Stupid creature. You can’t even recognize your own savior.

How could such a fool be worthy of Jiameng?

The impatient Yin Shaoqing waved her hand, and the remaining dozen or so incense sticks shot out together, piercing through Shui Wei’s limbs and into the wooden pillar supporting the roof.

The puppets guarding the Tiankui Pavilion sensed their master’s summons and entered the room with incense. For the next three days, the incense on Shui Wei’s body must not be interrupted.

The suffering that mortal woman endured back then she would make Shui Wei taste it piece by piece.

Yin Shaoqing’s slender and tall silhouette moved away into the distance. The puppets standing before the door closed all the doors and windows. Shui Wei struggled to open her heavy eyes.

She looked blurredly at the ray of light being slowly shut out. Although this was the warmest place in the Zhoutian Pavilion, spring-like all year round, at this moment it was like the eighteenth level of hell—the torture was unbearable, and no one would come to save her.

Suddenly, that glamorous figure floated into her mind.

Shui Wei actually wondered why Jiameng hadn’t come to help her? Didn’t that woman like her? To think her liking was so cheap!

But despite all her swirling thoughts, Jiameng would never know.

For Jiameng, a dignified Golden Core expert, was currently being pinned down on a bed by a little “useless” brat who was trying to strip her clothes!

“Let go! If you don’t let go, I’m going to hit you!” Jiameng’s habitually seductive face was flushed with a faint red, and the tips of her ears were red enough to drip blood!

“I won’t let go!” Having spent so much time together, Yun Qianxue knew well that Jiameng and Yin Shaoqing shared the same nature tough-talking but soft-hearted.

She sat on the edge of the bed, tugging at Jiameng’s sleeve. “Unless you tell me how these scars came to be.”

Yun Qianxue, who had previously discovered Yin Shaoqing’s little secret, had been immersed in her own pleasant thoughts. Unexpectedly, Jiameng suddenly shouted in her ear, and the shock caused her to wave her hand, accidentally pulling open Jiameng’s high collar.

Then, those hideous, round scars covering the shoulder and collarbone and who knows how many more hidden deeper in her clothes entered Yun Qianxue’s sight.

Yun Qianxue already considered Jiameng a friend. Seeing this, she asked her in disbelief while clutching her clothes.

It would have been fine if Jiameng were sorrowful or found it hard to speak. But her “I want to say it but I won’t” attitude, with “If you’re so capable, strip me and see for yourself~” practically written on her face, poked at Yun Qianxue’s temper.

Back in the day, Yun Qianxue was also a mischievous, lively girl who played and fought with her cousins.

With Jiameng’s provocation, the sun-deprived childishness buried deep in her heart actually came out.

Clatter, clatter! The Heavenly Law runic chains shook like crazy, and the blood-red formation roared into operation.

Yin Shaoqing frowned. With a flash, she appeared outside the Lotus River Dock. What happened? Why does Yun Qianxue look like she’s under a huge impact?

“Get off me! You are not allowed to strip my clothes!”

“Just take them off yourself then. Do you really need me to strip you?”

Yin Shaoqing:

Boom!!! Forget the main door; even the entire Lotus River Dock was smashed to pieces by a single palm strike from Yin Shaoqing!

The black-clad Demon Venerable stood with her long hair flying. Amidst the wreckage and flying debris, her figure flickered into view, standing against the light like an evil ghost of the human realm.

“What… are… you… doing—” She ground out the words through gritted teeth.

Behind Yin Shaoqing, the entire Star Lake surged as if boiling. Dark clouds obscured the sun—a true heavenly anomaly!

Jiameng, lying on the bed using her sleeves to hide her face, was as pale as a sheet of paper and as stiff as a corpse. She wished she could just close her eyes and pass away right then and there.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging at the sleeve, Yun Qianxue tilted her head. She seemed not to see the terrifying lightning and fire. She even smiled, not fearing death: “Do you want to join us?”

Yin Shaoqing: “…?”

Jiameng: “!!!”

Sister, are you afraid I’m not dying fast enough?!

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