Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 77

When Lin Yanyu and Xuan Qing returned to the underground prison with Yang Hengyu, she was still sitting cross legged, seemingly in deep meditation.

Xuan Qing had already been briefed on the situation. She took a few steps forward, made a hand seal, and condensed her demonic energy into a beam, striking Yang Hengyu.

The moment the seated Yang Hengyu opened her eyes, her feet lifted off the ground, floating straight in the air. The black leopard-like markings on her face began to crawl downward, but strangely stopped at her neck. After a while, they peeled off in flakes, like dried wall paint falling away.

Yang Hengyu’s piercing screams echoed through the prison. Seeing the blood-red mist streaming from her seven orifices, Lin Yanyu and Qin Changxin summoned their respective blood-bound weapons, forming a barrier around Xuan Qing to prevent her remaining energy from escaping.

Just in case, Lin Yanyu even took out the “Special Seal Against Xiao Xianyi” talismans she had drawn over the past few days and floated them around the cage. As soon as the talismans were placed, the red mist dimmed slightly.

At the moment the talismans were laid out, Yang Hengyu’s gaze shifted, and she involuntarily snapped her fingers, pointing at Xuan Qing.

The red mist condensed at her fingertips, but was immediately dispersed by Qin Changxin. Yang Hengyu coughed up blood from the backlash, clutching the iron bars, her sharp nails cutting into her palms.

“He… he’s waking up…” she said suddenly, fear flashing across her face. “Faster… hurry!”

“Focus on yourself!” Xuan Qing barked, quickly changing her hand seals. Bringing her palms together, she pulled them apart, and a golden sword floated between her hands it was the Huixing Sword Yang Hengyu had brought!

Seeing Xuan Qing grasp the Huixing Sword, Lin Yanyu and Qin Changxin were stunned. Before they could warn her, Xuan Qing plunged the sword into Yang Hengyu’s Dantian.

It seemed the sword had a suction-like power. The residual energy leaving Yang Hengyu’s body surged into the sword. Yang Hengyu grabbed the iron bars with one hand and pressed the sword with the other, lowering her head motionless.

After about ten seconds, Xuan Qing withdrew the sword, gathering all the demonic energy. Deprived of support, Yang Hengyu collapsed unconscious.

“Mother! How could you use the Huixing Sword to store such dangerous energy?!” Lin Yanyu exclaimed. The sword’s blade had turned from gold to blood-red, surrounded by black leopard markings, radiating an ominous aura.

“The Huixing Sword is a legendary weapon. Only killing energy can seal its power,” Xuan Qing calmly explained while she sheathed the sword. “Xiao Xianyi’s residual energy can corrupt it. As long as this sword remains intact, the energy will stay sealed inside.”

Lin Yanyu and Qin Changxin exchanged puzzled glances. The “sword-breaking plan” had failed too suddenly.

“So, you intend to seal the sword in the Demon Realm?” Qin Changxin asked.

Xuan Qing nodded. “There is a forbidden area in the Demon Realm, a deep pool formed when the previous demon lord, Fallen Demon, fell. I will periodically check it. As long as I, the guardian, live, the sword will never return to the mortal world.”

The Huixing Sword in its sheath hummed softly, almost seeming… pleased?

Qin Changxin stared at it, recalling something from her previous life:

“If you have a spirit, find another master after time rewinds. Otherwise, I’ll crush you every time we meet.”

She felt a wave of mixed emotions.

“With you personally guarding it, that’s the best outcome,” Lin Yanyu sighed in relief. Her gaze fell on Yang Hengyu, lying on the ground bleeding, and she reminded Xuan Qing, “She cannot die yet. She must return to the mortal realm to answer for herself to the exorcists.”

“She won’t die,” Xuan Qing glanced at Yang Hengyu. “The vomiting was just backlash from interrupted spellcasting. Ask Aunt Mei to give her some medicine, and she’ll recover in a few days.”

Qin Changxin instinctively looked at Yang Hengyu’s abdomen. The sword had penetrated her, yet her clothes remained intact likely similar to how Lin Yanyu’s Floating Axe removed energy without injury.

“Do as you wish with her save or kill,” Xuan Qing said before leaving. “That strike has destroyed all her cultivation. She’s arrogant but cowardly, like her mother. If she feels humiliated and tries to drag you down before dying, don’t hesitate to kill her. Ask your uncle in the mortal realm for assistance; he won’t refuse.”

Lin Yanyu shook her head, half amused, half exasperated, but complied.

Since Mei Linghan disliked the damp underground prison, they carried Yang Hengyu back to the Herbal Hall on the surface, cleaned her face and hands a bit, and summoned Mei Linghan for diagnosis.

“Minor injuries only. I’ll prepare medicine; otherwise, she can self heal in ten days even without medicine.” After diagnosis, Mei Linghan prepared a small porcelain bottle and a wooden box, placing nine pills in it. “Have her take one pill morning, noon, and night for three days. If she refuses, she can still heal naturally.”

After Mei Linghan left, Yang Hengyu said, “Thank you.”

Lin Yanyu heard her clear, hearty “thank you,” and felt uncomfortable. She sarcastically replied, “So you can say thank you after all.”

“Heh, I know how,” Yang Hengyu laughed softly, “the difference is whether I want to show it or not.”

A tense silence fell. After a moment, Yang Hengyu asked, “Where is my foolish wolf? Why isn’t she with you?”

Lin Yanyu instantly pricked up her cat ears and warned, “Why are you asking about her?”

“She’s my demon attendant,” Yang Hengyu said, trembling, showing marks on her fingers. “I can sense she’s alive through our blood contract, but she’s not in the Demon Realm…”

“Since you erased her memory, why bother asking?” Qin Changxin interrupted.

Yang Hengyu’s eyes flickered, and she murmured, “Right… why ask about a toy’s state…”

“Say ‘toy’ again and I’ll hit you!” Lin Yanyu slammed the bedside table, yelling.

“I’m not like Qin Jianren,” Yang Hengyu said firmly.

She continued, “I’m fully aware of what I’m doing; she isn’t. She only follows orders to avoid chaos. Luckily, she listens. As long as given a command, she obeys without question.”

“How do we know you aren’t deliberately slandering her?” Lin Yanyu asked. “She only lost memories of you, not everything. Could her actions after leaving you all be fake?”

“Believe what you want. I was just talking to distract myself from the pain,” Yang Hengyu said casually.

“Stop flattering her! She’s already a victim with no connection to you!” Lin Yanyu muttered, attempting a sleep-inducing spell. Qin Changxin stopped her.

“Anything else?” Qin Changxin asked, fanning herself.

Yang Hengyu met her gaze. Something about Qin Changxin now seemed deeper, more inscrutable.

She saw Night Yaozhi sitting by the bed, orange fur coat on, holding her fluffy tail, tail tip swaying gently.

“Why did you erase my memory? Did I treat you badly? Do you hate me?” Night Yaozhi asked.

“I erased your memory because I realized I had feelings for you,” Yang Hengyu said softly. “Even though you’re a demon and my servant, I didn’t want you to follow me down a path of no return.”

Yang Hengyu froze as the scent of peach blossoms entered her nose. She realized immediately: “Qin Changxin! How dare you use this illusion on me!”

“Those were her inner thoughts,” Qin Changxin said, closing the fan and dispelling the simple illusion. “Some may be half-true, but they still provide reference. If time allows, we need to meet Night Yaozhi.”

Enraged, Yang Hengyu struggled to sit up and scratch Qin Changxin’s face, but Lin Yanyu quickly pinned her down and tied her hands.

“Even twisted, she only killed one evil demon in Ningzhou; she doesn’t deserve death!” Yang Hengyu yelled.

“She’s atoning quietly. No one will harm her,” Lin Yanyu said coldly. “Rest and stop spouting pretty words. If not for you and your mother, Night Yaozhi wouldn’t have suffered this!”