Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Jiameng

“Jiameng, you go out first.” With a flip of her hand, Yin Shaoqing replaced the utterly destroyed Lotus River Dock with a brand new one.

The same lotus pond, the same flying eaves and wooden pavilion, the scent of lotus overflowing.

Yin Shaoqing’s face was dark and overcast. Jiameng’s heart skipped a beat; using her sleeve as cover, she poked Yun Qianxue, signaling her not to say the wrong thing in a moment.

Yun Qianxue had regained her composure by now. Thinking back to what she had just said, she wished she could slap herself twice.

Receiving no response from Yun Qianxue, Jiameng continued to poke her anxiously. She worriedly wondered: Could this stupid girl not even know how to say a few kind words?

What she didn’t see was that Yin Shaoqing had caught their little movements, and her face had turned completely black.

“Jiameng.” A low voice, like the murmur of an evil spirit. Jiameng recoiled with a start and even used a teleportation talisman to vanish on the spot!

This was the first time Yun Qianxue had seen Yin Shaoqing so angry, and she truly felt a bit at a loss as to what to do.

She stammered, “Senior Yin, I am sorry.”

“Sorry?” Yin Shaoqing didn’t even realize how strange her tone sounded. She sat down with a cold snort. “What do you have to be sorry to me for?”

“I spoke recklessly just now.” Yun Qianxue felt a bit discouraged.

She didn’t know what had happened to her just then; a wave of childishness had suddenly surged in her heart, leading her to act out without regard for status.

It was lucky that Jiameng was willing to play along with her, and that Yin Shaoqing was magnanimous enough not to strike her dead on the spot.

Yin Shaoqing remained silent.

She knew that Yun Qianxue’s state just now was off. Her soul had been bound by the Heavenly Law Curse for years, long existing in a state of extreme suppression.

Recently, Yun Qianxue had been living comfortably, and Pan Yang was very far away. The Heavenly Law Curse hadn’t been on strict guard every second, which allowed those chains to show signs of slight loosening.

With that slight loosening, the leaked true emotions caused Yun Qianxue to lose herself for a moment, temporarily controlled by a specific mood.

Yin Shaoqing rubbed her teacup, glancing at Yun Qianxue, who sat on the edge of the bed restlessly wringing her fingers.

This person truly had wolves in front and tigers behind, surrounded by danger. She was either being assimilated by the Heavenly Law Curse or being controlled by some suppressed emotion, leading her to do something irreversible.

She was like an unstable array, liable to collapse at any moment.

With such a dangerous person, it was better to keep an eye on her personally.

“What did you want to ask Jiameng earlier?” Unable to stand Yun Qianxue’s restless appearance, Yin Shaoqing simply brought the topic out into the open.

Seeing that the woman didn’t seem to blame her, Yun Qianxue breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked up at the cold and glamorous woman with lowered brows. After a moment of dazing, she spoke: “I want to know how the scars on Jiameng’s body came to be. I wonder if Senior Yin can enlighten me.”

Lately, Jiameng had been secretly helping her carry salt, even as she complained about how tired she was.

Yun Qianxue remembered this kindness and considered her a friend.

“I did it.” Yin Shaoqing didn’t shy away, speaking directly.

“What?” Yun Qianxue’s fingertips trembled.

How could it be?

“I used her as an incense burner, inserting three hundred and sixty incense sticks into her body, each one reaching the bone. I made her stand in the Tiankui Pavilion and burn incense for three days and three nights.”

Yin Shaoqing set down her cup. With a flick of her long sleeve, her dark, cold eyes looked straight at Yun Qianxue. She asked coldly, “Is there a problem?”

The oppressive pressure came crashing down; even the habitually gentle scent of peach blossoms became exceptionally sharp.

That cold gaze was like the demonic energy of the Northern Abyss heavy, damp, and chilling penetrating flesh and piercing through to the marrow.

Yun Qianxue began to shake uncontrollably. Her slender hands spasmed without end, her face turned pale, and her lips parted and closed weakly, yet she couldn’t utter a single syllable.

Yes, how would she dare to have a problem?

Righteousness and evil are incompatible; Yin Shaoqing was, after all, a Demon Venerable.

Yun Qianxue smiled bitterly in her heart. She had actually taken a person of the demonic path as a friend.

She had even felt secretly pleased by that wisp of peach blossom scent. Thinking back, it was truly ironic.

Yun Qianxue stood up under the terrifying pressure. Despite her bones creaking and popping, she bowed expressionlessly: “It was this junior who overestimated herself.”

What kind of spite is she playing at now?

Yin Shaoqing withdrew the pressure and frowned. She only wanted to tell Yun Qianxue that people in this world are not always what they seem that the good aren’t always good, and the bad aren’t always bad.

Even Jiameng, who laughed and played with her, would kill her without hesitation at a single command.

‘System, why does she not understand?’

Fat Civet:

That’s a good question!

As for why you’ve been single all this time, host, why don’t YOU understand?!

Yun Qianxue lowered her head, refusing to look at Yin Shaoqing. She didn’t know why she was angry either.

Living under someone else’s roof yet still unable to learn to bow her head, she was overestimating herself by provoking the Demon Venerable’s bottom line.

Since you let me smell that affectionate peach blossom scent, why must you also make me feel the pain of a cold blade slicing my skin?

Yin Shaoqing, you are just like me unreasonable.

“You are feeling aggrieved.” Yin Shaoqing stood up with a snorting laugh. Her Tiangang Sword moved horizontally, tilting Yun Qianxue’s chin up to look at those calm, clear almond eyes.

“The Zhoutian Pavilion only keeps useful people. You either undergo the agony of being completely transformed, or you die honestly and pathetically.”

The cold voice stung her spine.

“Which one are you?”

Yun Qianxue lifted her eyes to meet the other’s gaze. It was like the demonic energy of the Northern Abyss impossible to melt or clear away, something that ten thousand rays of sunlight couldn’t warm.

Since it couldn’t be warmed, then she might as well fall into the demonic path together.

“This junior will certainly give her all.”

For her own life, and even more for those comfortable moments not long ago.

This answer satisfied Yin Shaoqing immensely. She withdrew the Tiangang Sword and nodded: “For the next few days, you don’t need to go to the Star Lake. In a few days, I will take you and Jiameng out of the Zhoutian Pavilion to train in the south.”

Yun Qianxue’s eyelashes trembled as she replied submissively, “I obey Senior’s arrangements.”

Seeing that Yun Qianxue showed no reluctance, Yin Shaoqing felt secretly affirmed. It seemed Yun Qianxue had understood her words after all.

The fat civet, who had been eavesdropping: “Toxic.”

This is truly a ghost-like level of mysterious self-confidence.

Since Yun Qianxue wasn’t going near the Star Lake, Yin Shaoqing didn’t have to worry about the girl drowning while Jiameng was away, so she returned to the Tiankui Pavilion.

Yun Qianxue’s side was settled; Jiameng’s side could no longer be delayed.

“Exalted One…” Jiameng didn’t know how long she had been standing outside the Tiankui Pavilion. Sensing Yin Shaoqing’s arrival, she turned to look.

The tear stains all over her face were glaringly obvious.

Yin Shaoqing looked at her for a moment, then stepped forward. Standing beside Jiameng, she said, “This Seat told her a story about a mortal woman’s obsessive love and asked her to guess the ending.”

“Guess what she answered?”

Jiameng was slightly dazed. After a long while, she lifted her head with a look that was half-crying and half-laughing, forcing her traitorous tears back.

She wouldn’t guess, nor did she need to. What could the dignified Master of the Tianwei Gate truly keep in her heart?

If she had remembered, the Exalted One wouldn’t have punished her to endure the same torture she once suffered in the place where she was once harmed.

“Exalted One, is there any more ‘Jiameng’?”

Jiameng (Marriage Dream) was a high-grade Black-tier medicinal pill that could weave dreams and rewrite memories. It could be used by anyone below the Nascent Soul stage.

Back then, Jiameng had sowed her cause and reaped her effect. She had asked Yin Shaoqing for the name “Jiameng.”

She thought that if she were called that for long enough, she could forget some things. In the end, it was all self-deception.

Yin Shaoqing turned to look at her, her brows full of disapproval. Her thin lips were pressed into a displeased arc as she scolded coldly, “Useless!”

Running away whenever things happen—how can you stand tall and achieve great things?

Jiameng said nothing, simply looking at her Exalted One quietly.

Lines of tears fell down her pale face. Even though she lifted her head and adopted an air of superiority, she still couldn’t stop her wretched appearance as a pathetic creature.

A red pill was flicked into Jiameng’s mouth. Having finally compromised, Yin Shaoqing decisively cut off all of Jiameng’s paths of retreat.

“Since you want to change your dreams, then change them thoroughly. If next time you are still blind enough to fall for a piece of trash…” Her voice trailed off.

Yin Shaoqing raised her hand, pointing at Jiameng’s heart, her voice as cold as snow: “I will dig it out.”

Having been fed the pill, Jiameng only had time to nod and apologize before sitting down to regulate her breath and rewrite her dreams.

Yin Shaoqing glanced at the eyes-closed Jiameng and took out a soul tablet from her storage ring.

The tablet read “Shui Wen of the Hanxing Gate.” This was confiscated from Shui Wei.

The cultivation world was divided into four parts. In the north was the Demon Abyss of the Northern Abyss, led by the Zhoutian Pavilion.

In the south was the Cloud Summit, the gathering place of righteous cultivators, consisting of three major powers. The Changxian Sect led them a thousand-year-old ancient sect with deep foundations.

The Hanxing Gate followed a sect of sword cultivators; they didn’t have many disciples, but they focused on quality and possessed formidable strength. The Wanyang Sect was the tail a rising star that gathered the strengths of a hundred schools, but its foundations were thin; it had many disciples, but they were a mixed bag.

The other small sects were far inferior to these three and were not ranked.

This Shui Wei was the closed-door disciple of an elder in the Hanxing Gate, having formed her core at two hundred years old; she was considered exceptionally talented.

The joke was that Jiameng had risked her life to save Shui Wei once, yet in the end, the woman hadn’t even told Jiameng her real name.

Such an “affection” was more than one could bear.

From this matter, Yin Shaoqing inevitably thought of Yun Qianxue. She suddenly had the idea of taking Yun Qianxue directly to the human world to see for herself.

Since Pan Yang had woven lies of unwavering loyalty and beautiful dreams of “one lifetime, one pair of people” for her, Yin Shaoqing would take her to see those scumbags with three wives and four concubines, who favored mistresses and destroyed their wives.

This would count as “external stimulation.”

Fat Civet:

Host, you’re a freaking genius. You aren’t stimulating the Heavenly Law Curse; you’re stimulating the female lead’s three views (values)!

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