Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 32

“Enough joking let’s talk business.” Lin Yanyu changed the topic. “You’ve finished refining it?”

Qin Changxin gave a quiet “mm.”

Her voice was light, yet Lin Yanyu heard a trace of disappointment in it. She turned in surprise. “You don’t sound very pleased? Does this fan have other functions besides creating illusions?”

“Plenty.” Qin Changxin rubbed her chin lightly against the cat ears, then released her. “But the most practical ones are the illusion and flight features. The rest are just minor tricks.”

At the word flight, Lin Yanyu’s eyes lit up. “Whoa, it’s a flying artifact? That’s great! I won’t have to share a ride with Yang Hengyu and the others on the way back to the academy.”

“You want to ride the Wuyuan Fan back?” Qin Changxin looked startled, then a little troubled. “But I’ve never flown an artifact before…”

“I can! I totally can!” Lin Yanyu volunteered at once. “Want to try it now?”

In her previous life, she’d owned quite a few flying artifacts. The exorcist who raised her had been a bit of a dramatic type and that rubbed off on her. As a child, she’d get giddy every time she saw “sword flight” scenes, and as an adult she’d hoard flying tools just for fun.

Unfortunately, that eccentric exorcist had long vanished on a mission. Otherwise, Lin would’ve had someone to geek out with.

Qin Changxin was indeed tempted to fly back, and after hearing that, she immediately summoned the Wuyuan Fan and handed it to Lin Yanyu without hesitation.

Because of their master servant blood contract, the fan also recognized Lin Yanyu as its master.

Lin channeled her demon energy into the fan, testing how it moved indoors first. Once she was sure she could control it perfectly, she guided it out the window. The fan expanded in the wind to a size large enough for two to stand on. Lin leapt lightly onto its surface.

Qin Changxin hurried to the window, worried, but what she saw made her eyes widen: Lin Yanyu handled the fan like a natural, performing all kinds of midair maneuvers with ease.

Did the cat often fly around like this back in the demon realm?

After testing for a quarter of an hour, Lin called down, “Come on, I’ll take you for a spin!”

Qin Changxin quickly ran downstairs and waited just beyond the spiritual barrier, head tilted up as the fan descended.

“Let’s go, let’s tour the city!” Lin Yanyu reached down, pulled her up, and instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

Caught off guard by the embrace, Qin Changxin stiffened, then reacted fast returning the hug. But since she was taller, it looked more like she was the one protecting Lin Yanyu in her arms.

Still, having a reason to hold the cat like this was more than enough to satisfy Qin Changxin.

Pink peach blossoms bloomed all around them the Wuyuan Fan’s flowers didn’t follow seasons as long as it had enough spiritual or demonic energy, it would bloom. Qin couldn’t resist plucking one and tucking it between Lin Yanyu’s cat ears.

Lin couldn’t see what she was doing she only felt an itch on top of her head and twitched her ears, shaking until the strange sensation disappeared. Then, adjusting her hand seals, she directed the fan to soar toward the center of Zhuzhou City, following Yingxiang Street.

But as they left the street, two sword-flying figures approached Feng Xianchen and Zhuang Jingwei.

“Where are you two going?!” Feng Xianchen’s eyes widened. “Wait Changxin-jie, since when do you have a flying artifact?!”

“Just got it last night,” Qin replied, equally surprised. “You two…”

“We got your message and were worried!” Feng blurted. “Changxin-jie, that woman isn’t even an exorcist how can she work at our academy?”

“Anyone who can subdue a demon servant earns the title of exorcist,” Zhuang Jingwei explained calmly, coughing weakly afterward. “It’s cold up here. Let’s talk in a teahouse.”

The four landed and found a nearby teahouse, ordered a pot of hot tea, and went upstairs to a private room.

“So the news came from Ye Yaozhi?” Feng said after hearing the full story. “And Lin-jie didn’t beat her up?”

“Almost did.” Lin Yanyu took a sip of tea and muttered, “But seeing her that badly hurt, trembling just to stand, I couldn’t bring myself to.”

In truth, Lin was puzzled. In her past life, she’d never hesitated when ordered to kill. But ever since she’d entered this body, strange emotions kept surfacing.

She’d realized that the body’s original owner, though outwardly bold, lustful, and overbearing, was actually a docile little cat inside. Her supposed “lustfulness” was just an act something she’d picked up from reading too many racy picture books.

As for why the original owner had seduced and abandoned Qin Changxin, half of it was probably curiosity, the other half sheer incompatibility their values clashed, arguments escalated, and resentment piled up until things fell apart.

“Anyway,” Zhuang Jingwei cut back to the point, “Changxin, how are you getting back?”

“Yanyu said she could fly me on the fan,” Qin replied. “But if Father forbids it, I’ll have to share a carriage with Yang Hengyu.”

“If your father wants to stay fair, he won’t allow that,” Zhuang sighed, then looked at Feng. “How many can ride your uncle Feng Mingchi’s sword?”

“Up to ten, easy,” Feng said, instantly getting it. “I’ll go borrow it. But Changxin-jie, you’re leaving tomorrow morning, right?”

Qin nodded. “You two are coming too?”

“Zhuang-jie’s medicine ingredients are all gathered, and if I stay home, my uncle nags nonstop. Going back’s quieter.” Feng stood up. “Alright, settled tomorrow at dawn, we’ll pick you up.”

Before Qin had even finished her tea, the pair had already dashed off. They didn’t have to worry about the Qin patriarch refusing after all, among Zhuzhou’s four great exorcist families, the Feng and Zhuang clans had the most sway.

Lin refilled Qin’s cup and her own, drained it, and said, “This tea you brewed it for me when I first came to the human realm. But you never told me its name; Yang Hengyu interrupted us.”

“It’s called Ice Beneath the Jade,” Qin smiled faintly, taking a sip. “Fragrant at first, then sweet and soothing like melting ice revealing a warm jade beneath. A delightful surprise.”

“Such good tea!” Lin said sincerely. “Better than any famous tea back home!”

They ordered some pastries, shared them with their tea, and later strolled out into the streets.

“Wanna fly again?” Lin asked.

Flying over the bustling city felt too showy for Qin, but she secretly loved the feeling of holding the cat close. Blushing, she nodded.

Lin led her into a quiet alley, summoned the fan, and soared toward the less crowded Qingxue Street.

She didn’t realize this was exactly what Qin wanted. Focused on steering, Lin felt the girl clutch her tightly and assumed it was out of fear after all, most of the girls she’d taken flying in her previous life had done the same.

But once they reached the skies above Qingxue Street, with few people around, she suddenly realized the girl was hugging her on purpose.

The fan could fit six or seven people they stood right in the center, and Lin’s flying was perfectly steady. There was no reason to hold that tight!

Outwardly calm, Lin’s heart was hammering fast.

In this world, she didn’t need to fear death. She could afford to experiment with love, even. But she also feared distracting Qin from her main goals, so every time the girl hinted, Lin pretended not to notice.

Yet she knew: unrequited love hurt more than anything. If she kept ignoring her, the stubborn girl would keep trying, and keep getting hurt. Reason and empathy both told her she should trust Qin to balance love and duty.

But how was she supposed to respond?

Lost in thought, Lin slowed their flight, gliding low. Suddenly Qin spoke: “This is where you kidnapped me.”

“Where?” Lin’s heart skipped. She followed Qin’s finger an empty alleyway. Few ever passed through. Remembering the original owner’s memories, she muttered, “Why remember that?”

“Our first meeting deserves to be remembered,” Qin said seriously.

Her tone made Lin’s cheeks warm. Feeling awkward, she mumbled, “Mm… wanna go down and take a look?”

There wasn’t much to see just a lonely alley, with stray cats, dogs, and the occasional small spirit beast left by beast tamers.

Lin handed the fan back to Qin, and the two strolled side by side through the alley in silence.

After a while, Qin spoke. “You’ve changed a lot, you know.”

Lin blinked. “Huh?”

“When you kidnapped me, you weren’t so… gentle.” Qin recalled. “I don’t know what spell you used a gust of wind came, I blacked out, and when I woke, your subordinates had me tied up.”

Lin winced. “…”

That was the original owner’s doing. Why bring it up now?

“At the time,” Qin continued softly, “I thought I was doomed to be a demon’s slave. I was ready to die rather than submit. But then I learned all your fierceness was just for show. You actually… care about people.”

Lin squirmed at the sappiness. “Don’t flatter me I’m bad news!”

“Bad?” Qin smiled, teasing. “What kind of bad? Murder? Poison? Inciting wars?”

“Just arrogant and fight-happy.” Lin frowned slightly. “Never done the things you said Mother would beat me! But why’re you asking this now?”

Qin pursed her lips, rubbed Lin’s brow gently with her thumb, and murmured, “No reason. Just thinking if I really had been taken to the demon realm and made your servant, maybe that wouldn’t have been so terrible. Better than facing Father and Sister.”

Lin’s neck shrank in mild panic. That ending from the book flashed through her mind. “Please don’t say that. I still remember the night we signed the blood contract you tried to stab me with a poisoned blade!”

Before the girl could feel embarrassed, Lin changed tone to comfort her. “Let’s just take it one step at a time. I’m here with you now don’t think about them.”

Qin nodded obediently. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“Stop! Don’t say mushy things like that” Lin began, but when she met Qin’s smiling eyes, she faltered, fumbling for words. “We’re not that close yet, okay? Don’t rush to judge me. I’m bad really bad! When you see my true self, don’t be scared and try to kill me!”

She meant it. In her past life, she’d been a cold, task-driven exorcist aloof and often whispered about.

A cat demon raised by an exorcist, she’d later become one herself. Neither humans nor demons ever fully accepted her. Labeled emotionless, she’d trained herself into a perfect tool for capturing and executing evil spirits.

It was only after entering this novel’s world that her true personality started surfacing. At first, she’d just acted to match the original owner’s persona. Now, she used it as freedom no one here knew her, and she no longer needed to live by missions or reputations.

She knew Qin liked her, but she didn’t want to rush things. More than confusion, what she feared most was showing glimpses of her old, cold habits and scaring Qin away.

Yet after her mock “warning,” Qin just laughed.

“You’re so nice why keep insisting you’re bad?” Qin chuckled, reaching up to ruffle her cat ears, making the fur puff out adorably. When Lin just hunched her shoulders and looked up at her, Qin said softly, “You’re clearly gentle, patient even. See? I’m bullying you right now, and you don’t resist at all.”

“Lin realized belatedly that she hadn’t even moved to stop her. Now, reacting would look forced, so she puffed her cheeks. “Fine, think what you want. But if you do make me mad one day, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

“I know.” Qin stopped laughing, withdrew her hand, and said quietly, “I always forget you’re a demon princess. You never act superior you’re just like Feng Xianchen and Zhuang-shijie. Easy to get along with.”

Then she leaned in, just enough that her breath brushed the soft fur of Lin’s ears close, but not indecently so.

But Lin suddenly straightened, ears flicking upward and brushed right against Qin’s lips.

Qin instinctively closed her mouth and ended up lightly biting the tip of her ear.