Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 61

“What’s your plan next?”

Lin Yanyu was cooling down the white porridge when she suddenly heard Qin Changxin ask.

“I want to go to Lianzhou after gathering all the information,” Lin Yanyu replied. “I heard from some elders in the demon world that Xiao Xianyi had dealings with the Yun family of Lianzhou. If the information is accurate, Lianzhou should be one of Xiao Xianyi’s strongholds.”

These were all her deductions based on prior knowledge. But now that they had secured Que Ling Island, she wasn’t sure if Xiao Xianyi would change his plans.

“Yun family of Lianzhou?” Qin Changxin was momentarily stunned. “Isn’t that the royal family controlling Lianzhou? I remember that all the heirs of the Yun family have always been extremely hostile toward demons. How could they have dealings with the ‘Blood Leopard’?!”

“That’s why I plan to go verify it myself,” Lin Yanyu said, handing her the spoon. “After all, this information dates back eighteen years, and during that time, my mother never allowed a single demon to leave the demon realm.”

She suddenly realized that she and Qin Changxin had only spent about twenty days together, yet their relationship had already grown very close. She couldn’t help but whisper, “Even eighteen days can change so much, let alone eighteen years…”

Qin Changxin swallowed the porridge Lin Yanyu fed her. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing, as she looked at her and smiled faintly. “Indeed.”

Lin Yanyu fed her two more spoonfuls of porridge and continued, “While you were unconscious these past few days, Kuixuan Academy issued a wanted notice for Yang Hengyu. In about two days, it will probably be posted on every bulletin board across the human realm.”

“Will it be execution on the spot, or capture for imprisonment?” Qin Changxin asked.

“Apparently, it’s execution on the spot,” Lin Yanyu said. “However, if she can maintain her consciousness and doesn’t resist when captured, there’s still a chance she might be taken alive. After all, she was the first human to voluntarily ingest Xiao Xianyi’s internal energy bead and come under his control.”

“And Yaozhi…”

“Yaozhi chose to stay on Que Ling Island,” Lin Yanyu wiped the corner of her lips. “She’s afraid of being controlled by Yang Hengyu again. As long as their master-servant blood pact exists, this risk remains. No one can be certain if Yang Hengyu will summon demon guardians to protect her when sensing danger.”

Qin Changxin lowered her gaze and murmured, “Hmm,” showing no emotion.

“When my injuries heal, shall we go after Yang Hengyu?” Lin Yanyu asked. “No matter what, she’s my elder sister. If possible, I want to execute her myself. That way, she might at least be able to keep her body intact.”

Lin Yanyu fell silent for a second, then nodded.

Given Yang Hengyu’s crimes, execution would be justified. But since her loved one wished to show a little leniency, Lin Yanyu felt she should respect that choice.

After breakfast, Lin Yanyu prepared to treat Qin Changxin.

Qin Changxin’s body was extremely weak, and she had been instructed not to fast. Before starting treatment, she needed to eat to restore strength. After a short rest post meal, with Lin Yanyu’s support, she moved to the meditation room and began her sitting practice.

“When I heal your internal organs, you need to circulate your own spiritual energy and guide it through the damaged meridians,” Lin Yanyu instructed. “I heard from Sister Zhuang that this isn’t your first internal injury. Did you always properly treat and rest after past injuries?”

“Sometimes I was too eager to complete my assignments, so I would delay proper treatment by a day or two,” Qin Changxin answered truthfully with her eyes closed. “Did you discover my old injuries?”

“Yes, but the impact isn’t serious at the moment,” Lin Yanyu said as she placed her hands on Qin Changxin’s back and slowly infused demonic energy into her body. “But if you keep accumulating injuries like this for a couple of years, I’m certain you’ll ache all over whenever it rains.”

Lin Yanyu wasn’t a medical professional, so she could only do her best to care for Qin Changxin and couldn’t fundamentally solve her problems. But after checking her injuries personally, she understood why Qin Changxin was severely hurt later in the original story Xiao Xianyi had used a forbidden technique to aggravate all her old injuries.

“Whether it’s emotional trauma or illness, it forms over a long time,” she patiently advised. “Now you have me. If you want to talk, come to me. If you want a check-up, I can help. Small issues we can handle ourselves, big ones we consult experts. Never let them pile up.”

Qin Changxin had not yet begun circulating her energy. She smiled and said, “I feel like I’ve returned to the time when you coaxed me to sleep early.”

“Coax you to sleep?!” Lin Yanyu blushed instantly. “That’s called supervision!”

“You care about me even more than Master,” Qin Changxin murmured, lowering her voice. “Is this a habit carried from your past life?”

Lin Yanyu almost admitted it, but realized what the girl meant. She calmly replied, “It’s not about habit. You’re worth caring about.”

Qin Changxin’s lips curved. She was about to ask something else when she felt a dull pain in her lungs, letting out a low moan.

“Your right lung is still damaged. Just bear with it a little,” Lin Yanyu said, concentrating energy on the injured area while chanting a healing incantation.

Qin Changxin steadied her mind and gradually guided her spiritual energy into her lungs along the healing meridians.

But her internal injuries weren’t limited to the right lung. After Lin Yanyu circulated energy through her body once, Qin Changxin felt soreness all over, though the heaviness of the injuries was noticeably reduced.

Lin Yanyu withdrew her energy, wiped the sweat from Qin Changxin’s forehead, gently pushed away the damp strands of hair from her face, and asked with concern, “Can you stand?”

Qin Changxin nodded and tried to push herself up, but the pain spread instantly through her limbs. She collapsed into Lin Yanyu’s arms.

Lin Yanyu quickly caught her, holding her hands while using her spirit-controlling technique to guide energy into her body, preventing her from slipping into unconsciousness due to exhaustion.

“All done for today. I’ll help you rest now…” Lin Yanyu started to say. Seeing Qin Changxin clenching her teeth in pain, she decided to just carry her. “Let’s do a princess carry. Wrap your arms around my neck and use a bit of strength.”

Qin Changxin obediently followed instructions. Once her arms were around Lin Yanyu’s neck, she felt the support at her back and thighs, and was gently lifted into the air.

Despite their noticeable height difference, Lin Yanyu was strong enough for a smooth “princess carry.”

Qin Changxin rested on her shoulder, enduring the pain, slowly adjusting her breathing.

Her breath brushed Lin Yanyu’s neck, causing her to shrink slightly. When she looked down, she saw Qin Changxin’s slightly parted lips.

“Does it hurt?” Lin Yanyu asked. “We can take some medicine later to relieve it.”

“Yes…” Qin Changxin said weakly, half-closing her eyes.

As Lin Yanyu carried her, she felt as if she was holding a lazy, life-sized cat.

The meditation room wasn’t far from the bed. Lin Yanyu carried Qin Changxin to the bed and gently laid her down.

The sunlight was slightly dazzling. Qin Changxin glanced at the window and realized that after treatment, it was already afternoon.

“Looks like we’ve missed lunch,” Lin Yanyu said, following her gaze. “I remember there’s a small kitchen here. Do you want me to cook some noodles?”

“Plain noodles will do,” Qin Changxin said. “If there’s an egg, I want it soft.”

Lin Yanyu nodded, took out the medicine bottle left by Sister Zhuang, and gave her a pill to relieve pain. “Hold it in your mouth until it turns sour, then swallow.”

After covering her with a blanket, Lin Yanyu went to the kitchen and soon returned with a tray holding two bowls of steaming vegetable bone broth noodles. Each bowl had a fried egg on top—one cooked soft at Qin Changxin’s request, the other fully cooked for Lin Yanyu.

“Sister Zhuang said no spicy seasoning, so I didn’t add anything,” Lin Yanyu said, placing the tray down. Using her spirit-controlling technique, she floated the bowl with the soft egg to Qin Changxin. “I’ll eat the plain one too, so you won’t be tempted.”

Qin Changxin was surprised as Lin Yanyu ate her noodles while using spiritual energy to manipulate her chopsticks. She slowly finished her noodles and asked, “How did your spirit-controlling technique reach such a level?”

“Practice makes perfect,” Lin Yanyu said, chewing the egg. “Our world had very thin spiritual energy. Training there naturally strengthened our abilities in this world, where energy is much richer.”

“Huh… you and your companions must be amazing,” Qin Changxin said sincerely, recalling what she saw in her cat memory.

“Many clients say the same,” Lin Yanyu said proudly. “But our skills were honed in countless real battles. The company or the faction that trained us has simulated battles, but they can’t match the unpredictability of real combat.”

Feng Xianchen and Zhuang Jing were summoned to a meeting, leaving only them at Qi Huan’s residence, so Lin Yanyu felt safe sharing her past openly.

After finishing her story, Lin Yanyu ate the last bite of egg, stirring her noodles as she asked, “And you? I remember Feng Xianchen said a mission requires at least Qingtan level ability, but you don’t seem to have combat experience.”

“My martial arts and spellcasting are not very proficient,” Qin Changxin sighed, taking the chopsticks from the spiritual energy. “Master always thought my foundation was weak and my mindset unsuitable for early missions. Only after reaching the Zitan level did Master allow me to undertake missions.”

“That makes sense. Combat is dangerous. Novices who’ve never seen real fighting can easily break under pressure. You can only learn from texts and records, right?” Lin Yanyu said. “If you ever feel afraid or lost, you can always talk to me and vent some of your negative emotions.”

Qin Changxin, having eaten half her egg, looked up curiously.

“You’re more like an elder sister than Sister Zhuang,” she said with a smile. “I’ll remember that.”