Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 46

After the physician from the Hundred Herbs Hall left, Qin Changxin quickly wiped away her tears, sat beside Lin Yanyu, and gently stroked the cat’s fur that was wrapped in bandages.

“Turn into your human form I need to see your wound!” Qin Changxin ordered firmly.

Lin Yanyu’s fur was pure black thick and soft making it impossible to tell where the injury was.

“I used up all my demonic energy neutralizing the backlash of the killing aura,” Lin Yanyu admitted helplessly. “I can’t transform right now.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to turn human it was that she simply didn’t have the strength.

“Use my spiritual energy,” Qin Changxin said, grabbing the cat’s paw in both hands, her tone urgent. “Use as much as you need just change back, quickly!”

Lin Yanyu was speechless. She suddenly recalled a short video she had once seen someone just like Qin Changxin clutching a cat’s paw and shouting, “Transform, now!”

Not wanting to worry her, Lin Yanyu obediently complied. But the moment she transformed, the bandages tore open. Pain lanced through her, forcing her to gasp sharply, clutching her abdomen and trembling.

Qin Changxin panicked and rushed to call the physician back.

The physician, a woodpecker spirit, saw that the patient not only hadn’t rested but had even transformed and burst her stitches. Fuming, she pecked the bedpost, shifted into human form, and stomped over with fresh bandages. She shot Qin Changxin a scathing glare before rewrapping Lin Yanyu’s wound.

Qin Changxin didn’t even notice the glare. Her gaze was fixed on the still-bleeding wound, her heart heavy with regret for ever handing Lin Yanyu over to the island lord.

Once finished, the woodpecker doctor noticed Qin Changxin staring intently at Lin Yanyu’s abdomen and, exasperated, huffed, “Some exorcists, honestly! They don’t care if their demon guards die, as long as they can hurry up and get them into human form for dual cultivation!”

Qin Changxin froze, face flushing crimson. She opened her mouth to explain, but the woodpecker had already stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Only the two of them remained. Lin Yanyu finally caught her breath and said softly, “I know you only wanted me to transform so you could check my wound not for… dual cultivation.”

“Mm.” Qin Changxin nodded, her face still burning. She raised a hand to cover it.

Lin Yanyu’s lips curved faintly. She squeezed Qin Changxin’s hand and reassured her, “Don’t worry, it’s not fatal just a bit deep. Some medicine and a few days of rest will fix it. I’ve had worse before…”

She stopped short when she saw Qin Changxin’s sharp gaze and tear-filled eyes. Swallowing the rest of her words, she let out a soft, catlike “mew” and gently bumped her head against Qin Changxin’s hand in apology.

“No acting cute!” Qin Changxin scolded, though she couldn’t help pinching Lin Yanyu’s cheek. “Have you thought about what would happen if my spell had failed? How would you escape then?”

“No matter whether you succeeded or failed, I could’ve gotten out,” Lin Yanyu said confidently. “You have to trust me.”

“I do trust you and look how that turned out!” Qin Changxin’s voice rose. “You ended up with a hole in your stomach! How am I supposed to trust you again?”

Lin Yanyu knew she was in the wrong. This girl wasn’t like her old comrades she hadn’t yet earned her trust. And before their bond could deepen, she’d already gotten herself hurt.

So careless…

“I was too confident this time,” she said quickly, ears flattening as she hugged Qin Changxin’s arm and looked up with a sincere apology. “I’m sorry.”

Qin Changxin: “…”

Meeting those sly green eyes, Qin Changxin felt her anger fade. She sighed, rubbing Lin Yanyu’s cat ears.

“‘Sorry’ isn’t enough,” she murmured. “I was really scared.”

Lin Yanyu hesitated she knew how to placate comrades, not girlfriends, especially one who had just cried for her. After thinking for a while, she offered carefully, “Then I’ll promise you this from now on, no matter what I do, I’ll make sure not to get hurt. How’s that?”

Qin Changxin frowned slightly. “And how will you guarantee that?”

“I’ll swear it,” Lin Yanyu said, raising three fingers solemnly. “If I break my word, then”

“Don’t you dare swear something like that!” Qin Changxin interrupted, grabbing her hand.

“Okay, okay, no oath then,” Lin Yanyu relented. “How about just a verbal promise?”

That appeased Qin Changxin, who then glanced again at her abdomen. Her brows furrowed.

The wound wasn’t fatal if anything, it seemed oddly casual, as if struck without intent to kill.

Noticing her confusion, Lin Yanyu explained, “That spot used to hold the Soul Locking Incense.”

Qin Changxin’s eyes widened. Then her expression darkened. “If Xiao Xianyi ordered someone to hurt you, how did he know where the incense was placed?”

“I only know it’s been in the same spot for eighteen years,” Lin Yanyu said. “I moved it only after Ye Yaozhi betrayed the clan. But now, you know too I don’t need it to sustain my soul anymore.”

“…I never asked before,” Qin Changxin said softly after a pause. “When did your soul become whole again? The first time we exchanged inner energy, you fainted because it wasn’t stable.”

Lin Yanyu could only shrug. “I’m not sure either. But since even a Silver-Altar exorcist said my soul’s complete, I guess there’s nothing to worry about.”

To her, transmigration itself defied logic trying to explain what happened to her soul after crossing worlds was futile.

Qin Changxin’s eyes flickered, but she said no more. Placing her hand over Lin Yanyu’s wound, she whispered, “If your soul is whole, then I can do this.”

“What are you doing?” Lin Yanyu asked nervously, thinking she meant to use a pain-sharing spell. “Don’t you’ll only suffer too…”

Before she could finish, a surge of spiritual energy poured into her, flooding her core.

“This energy will help you heal,” Qin Changxin explained gently. “If your soul were still unstable, it would’ve caused backlash.”

Before Lin Yanyu could respond, Qin Changxin formed a seal and touched her fingers lightly to the wound.

Her water-aligned energy was gentle and soothing. As it coursed through Lin Yanyu’s damaged meridians and organs, the pain gradually subsided.

Lin Yanyu, realizing Qin Changxin had things under control, let herself relax and drift into light sleep, sorting through her thoughts.

The matter of the original body’s past was murky she had only fragments and guesses from the original story. There had been no mention of Soul-Locking Incense, no memory from birth, no clue as to who had placed it there.

She had assumed Xiao Xianyi was responsible, but that didn’t quite fit if he’d betrayed the demon realm, the ruler should’ve moved the incense afterward. Since it had never been moved, it made more sense that the Demon Lord himself had placed it, and Xiao Xianyi had simply found out.

Either way, her soul was stable now no one could use that incense against her again.

As she drifted deeper into sleep, Qin Changxin sat beside her, one hand tracing the damp bandages, the other pressed to her own chest, feeling her heart still racing.

She had never been so terrified before.

When she had trapped the Island Lord in an illusion earlier, Zhuang Jingwei and Feng Xianchen had barged in, seizing the chance to drag the unconscious lord away under the pretext of an exorcism. Alone in the chamber, Qin Changxin had searched frantically until she found Lin Yanyu hidden under the bed bloodied, lifelessly cold, her black fur slick with blood.

She’d been scared beyond words scared and full of regret until Lin Yanyu had opened her eyes. Then, relief had come… only to be replaced by frustration when the cat had brushed off her injury like it was nothing.

How many times had this cat been hurt before, to face it so calmly?

If she’d truly been a pampered demon princess, how could she endure pain without even flinching or worse, try to comfort her instead?

Qin Changxin didn’t dare ask.

Who would willingly peel open an old scar?

She leaned forward and rested her forehead gently against Lin Yanyu’s.

If no one had ever cherished this cat before, then from now on she would.

She didn’t realize, though, that Lin Yanyu’s instincts were razor-sharp. Even asleep, a touch could wake her instantly let alone a forehead pressed to hers.

Lin Yanyu kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. If she really tries something, she thought, I’ll just go along with it. After all, today’s mess was my fault and if not for her, things could’ve gone very badly.

But a moment passed, and Qin Changxin moved away without kissing her.

Lin Yanyu felt oddly awkward maybe even disappointed. I’m the one with a dirty mind, she scolded herself silently, cheeks flushing.

Her disappointment, though, stirred the faint traces of killing aura still lingering inside her. The two conflicting emotions tangled together until the “I want to kill, I want to kill” voice of the aura transformed into “I want to kiss, I want to kiss,” echoing gleefully in her mind.

She cracked her eyes open just as Qin Changxin leaned closer again, likely just to check on her wound and the mental chant only grew louder: I want to kiss! I want to kiss!

“What’s wrong?” Qin Changxin asked, seeing her face twist with discomfort.

Lin Yanyu didn’t dare speak afraid any sound she made would be too revealing. Instead, she tapped her finger to her lips, wordlessly indicating she couldn’t talk.

Qin Changxin misunderstood completely thinking she was asking for a kiss. Her cheeks went scarlet.

“Now?” she whispered, flustered yet strangely thrilled.

Lin Yanyu, struggling against her inner turmoil, managed a small nod, moving her hand away as she fought to control herself. She wanted to ask why Qin Changxin was blushing but before she could

She understood.