Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 73

Lin Yanyu also did not quite agree with Feng Funing following along.

First, for a demon to enter the human realm, they must first serve as a demon guard, which greatly limits their freedom.
Second, the current Feng Funing had been resurrected from death and regardless of whether Feng Mingchi’s method posed a threat to both realms, as long as the exorcist factions discovered that he was researching resurrection techniques, even a relatively flexible power like Kuixuan Academy, which usually preferred negotiation, would unhesitatingly issue a wanted order against him. Feng Funing would be implicated as well.

As Feng Funing looked around at the worried faces around her, her smile only deepened. She beckoned Lin Yanyu over.

Lin Yanyu, puzzled, stepped closer. Before she could ask, Feng Funing took her hand, lifted it gently, and tapped a finger against her brow. Without any visible motion from Feng Funing, a silver epiphyllum shaped mark bloomed between Lin Yanyu’s eyebrows.

“The Epiphyllum Spell!”

Feng Mingchi gasped in shock and reached out to stop her, but the silver mark had already detached from Feng Funing’s own brow and imprinted itself on Lin Yanyu’s fingertip.

Lin Yanyu was equally stunned. Although she had seen descriptions of the spell in the text before, the persona of Xuanlin she was playing knew nothing of it. So she feigned confusion and asked,

“Uncle, what kind of spell is this?”

“The ‘Epiphyllum Spell’ is a forbidden art, originating from the Feng family,” Mei Linghan explained from the side. “It was created by the first person who divided the exorcist ranks into ‘Epiphyllum Stages.’ Its function is to condense all of the caster’s memories into a single silver epiphyllum mark. This mark can be taken by another person, who will then inherit all the caster’s memories.”

She paused, gazing at Feng Funing with a complicated expression.

“Even though the mark can be returned later, while it’s separated, the original owner’s memories turn blank! Your mother has wagered everything on you!”

Once the mark left her body, Feng Funing swayed weakly backward right into Xuan Qing’s arms.

Xuan Qing felt anger, regret, and above all, pain and sorrow. She held the dazed figure tightly and ground out between her teeth,

“Fool.”

She never imagined that the “method of following” Feng Funing mentioned would mean passing her memories to their daughter.

“Mother! Uncle! This… this is too valuable!”

Lin Yanyu, who had never encountered anything like this, looked down at the silver mark, then up at Xuan Qing and Feng Mingchi, panic in her voice.

Xuan Qing clenched her jaw and finally said,

“Forget it! This is your mother’s will take it well!”

Then, muttering under her breath,

“Without her memories, that fool won’t go running around. Maybe it’s better for her to stay safely in the demon realm…”

With that, she lifted the still-dazed Feng Funing who was now amusing herself by playing with Xuan Qing’s tail and strode out of the council hall, leaving everyone else staring at one another in silence.

After a long pause, Feng Mingchi sighed.

“Your mother Funing has always been like this once she decides to trust someone, she gives them everything. But the Demon Lord is right. Accept this gift. In the days ahead, while you prepare in the demon realm, remember every key detail about dealing with Xiao Xianyi!”

Qin Changxin placed a comforting hand on Lin Yanyu’s shoulder and drew her into her arms, saying softly,

“Don’t be nervous. Senior Feng Funing did this because she trusts you.”

“I understand, but it’s just… so sudden,” Lin Yanyu murmured.

Even if she could guarantee she’d survive long enough to return the memories, she had no idea how long it would take to defeat Xiao Xianyi.

Under the encouraging gazes around her, Lin Yanyu could only excuse herself, taking Qin Changxin back to her chambers. She asked her to guard her while she meditated, then sat cross-legged, closing her eyes to delve into the new flood of memories.

But once her consciousness entered the mark, she found only one thing inside a projection of Feng Funing herself.

Puzzled, Lin Yanyu examined the image. The projection’s gaze stayed fixed on her.
Curious, she asked,

“Could it be, Mother, that you intend to accompany us to the human realm by living inside this mark?”

Feng Funing’s image smiled and nodded.

“Indeed. I could also reside within your blood-bound artifact, otherwise it might be awkward for you when you’re alone with young Miss Qin.”

Hearing that soft, tender voice, Lin Yanyu only nodded not particularly surprised.

At this point, Feng Funing’s state was much like the “golden finger” companions found in the cultivation novels Lin Yanyu had read a mentor spirit who could speak from within, offering guidance at crucial moments. She wondered how Feng Funing had even thought of such a method.

“Then you’ll have to coax Mother Xuan Qing later,” Lin Yanyu said with a wry smile. “She just reunited with you, and now this happened. She must be heartbroken.”

“If I had discussed it with her first, she would never have allowed me to do it,” Feng Funing replied with a gentle smile. “Besides, if anything happens to you, it would be as if I died a second time.”

She reached out and patted Lin Yanyu’s head.

“But I believe you’ll succeed, Lin’er. So keep this a secret for now once we’ve captured the ‘Blood Panther,’ we’ll apologize to your Mother Xuan Qing together.”

Seeing how calmly she had arranged everything, Lin Yanyu could only nod.

“Then let me tell you what I know so far. Let’s discuss our strategy.”

While Lin Yanyu meditated, Qin Changxin stayed by her side to guard her.

Returning from the demon realm with so much valuable information should have been a cause for celebration and yet, watching Lin Yanyu being entrusted with such a heavy burden filled Qin Changxin with not only joy but deep worry.

This life’s “little cat” had already become a great demon, rivaling even exorcists of the Silver Epiphyllum Stage. Whether in the demon or human realm, she could easily become the cornerstone of any faction capable of performing miracles, of overturning impossible odds.

But the greater the power, the greater the burden.
In her past life, even when her soul was incomplete and she did nothing of note, the cat still became Xiao Xianyi’s assassination target.
What dangers would she face in this life? Qin Changxin could not predict.

Her gaze drifted toward the half of a white jade pendant hanging at Lin Yanyu’s waist.

Years ago, the Blood soaked White Jade had been split in two. The other half was kept by Senior Feng Mingchi.

She remembered what her other self had told her before time was reversed, she had already sealed her memories within the complete jade.
To regain the strength and insight of her past life, she would need to reclaim those memories.

But that other self had also clearly warned her not all memories are good.
In this life, her heart was clear and calm, unscarred by torment.
One half of the memories was enough.
If she forcibly merged both halves, she might lose sight of who she truly was.

Yet more than the fear of losing herself, Qin Changxin feared one thing more losing the cat again.
Even though this life’s Lin Yanyu was no longer the same as before.

Uneasy, restless, Qin Changxin finally moved to leave only for a soft hand to clasp her wrist.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Yanyu opened her eyes. “You rarely look so agitated.”

“…I am anxious,” Qin Changxin admitted, oddly calmed now that her thoughts had been seen through. She sat back beside her and said lightly, “After all, this concerns whether you and I can live out a peaceful life together.”

“So that’s what’s bothering you.” Lin Yanyu nodded knowingly. “You said earlier you wished we could spend the rest of our lives peacefully together but isn’t that a simple wish?”

“You think it’s simple?” Qin Changxin asked in surprise. “Even if capturing Xiao Xianyi goes well once I become head of the Qin family after my father, should Yang Hengyu be imprisoned or executed, I’ll have no freedom left.”

Lin Yanyu thought for a moment, then turned toward her and pointed to herself.

“For me, staying home and managing household affairs sounds much better than going out on missions. I’ve done so many tasks, seen so much death and separation ever since I saw my first teammate die, I’ve envied my teacher who retired to a quiet life… though she later disappeared too, during a mission.”

She lowered her hand and clasped Qin Changxin’s gently.

“That’s why I think your wish isn’t hard at all. You just need patience let things flow naturally. And if you’re afraid of being family head, of all the social duties and politics well, you’ll have me, won’t you?”

Meeting her bright, steady gaze, Qin Changxin instinctively turned her eyes away.

“You’ve seen my memories,” she murmured. “You should know what kind of person I become when I’m forced into all that.
If I… become that person again, will you still like me?”

She wasn’t truly afraid of change only of loneliness.
Friends of like mind were rare.
To find someone who shared her heart and could be her partner rarer still.
She didn’t want to lose the cat again, not even in spirit.

Lin Yanyu was stunned, then squeezed her hand more firmly.

“I think our personalities are shaped by two things our choices and our environment,” Lin Yanyu said. “If you’ve already chosen who you want to be, and don’t want to turn into ‘that person,’ then I’ll protect you    I’ll make sure the environment never drives you that way.”

“And if I have no choice but to become her?” Qin Changxin whispered.

“Then I’ll just have to accompany you to the end,” Lin Yanyu replied half teasing, half serious.
“After all, the exorcist and the demon guard are one sharing honor and loss alike.
If you ever feel pain, you can tell me. We’ll face it together.
Even if there’s no solution yet, I can still be your comfort.”

She paused, then added solemnly,

“But we have one rule you must never become like Yang Hengyu or Xiao Xianyi. That’s my principle and bottom line.
Anyone who harms others to pave their path to enlightenment deserves both moral condemnation and legal punishment.”

Qin Changxin blinked then nodded.

“I won’t. I promise.”