Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 89

Seeing that her illusions were ineffective, Zhuo Wansheng clenched her fists, then suddenly raised her hand and traced a complex spell in the air.

Blood flowed from every wound on her body, rushing toward the spell, and gathered in her palm, forming a vortex like shape.

Seeing that she was about to escape using a blood based technique, the lord’s expression changed instantly, but he still ordered harshly: “Stop her immediately!”

Qin Changxin, being closest to Zhuo Wansheng, tightened her grip on the “Wu Yuan Fan” (a spiritual fan) and approached quickly, attempting to destroy the blood escape technique before it could fully form.

She threw three sealing talismans and then launched poisoned blades, coordinated with Lin Yanyu’s binding spirit ropes and the sound of bells. In an instant, they had exchanged over ten moves with Zhuo Wansheng.

Zhuang Jingwei also approached with her sword, drawing a sword energy formation around them.

When the sword formation solidified, Zhuo Wansheng felt a heavy pressure above her head. The blood vortex in her hands was gradually devoured by the sword energy. Before she could forcibly escape, a large axe swung at her, hitting both the vortex and her hand. The attack dispersed the blood but didn’t harm her skin.

Due to excessive blood loss, Zhuo Wansheng’s face turned pale. The body of the princess she had possessed wasn’t strong enough for prolonged combat. Seeing the exorcists ready to capture her, she gritted her teeth and let out a piercing scream.

Lin Yanyu, who had just withdrawn the floating axe, didn’t have time to cover her ears and was hit hard by the sound wave, her mind ringing. But having experienced sound wave attacks before, she quickly recovered. When she looked at Zhuo Wansheng, she was shocked.

A massive orange cat, as tall as two people, stood before her. Their eyes met, and the cat immediately raised a paw to swipe at her.

Lin Yanyu raised the floating axe to block, almost being knocked back by the force. Both she and Zhuo Wansheng possessed superhuman strength, and Zhuo Wansheng’s demonic transformation amplified it further. To regain the upper hand, Lin Yanyu would need to transform as well.

Realizing she might not escape, Zhuo Wansheng focused all her attacks on Lin Yanyu, venting her private grudge over her mother’s death.

The advantage was fewer casualties, but the disadvantage was that a single misstep by Lin Yanyu could result in her being crushed by the cat’s enormous paw.

Lin Yanyu wanted to transform but it required at least two seconds to adapt to the new form. Zhuo Wansheng wouldn’t give her even half a second, leaving Lin Yanyu unable to safely transform mid-combat.

The princess’s sleeping hall was soon in ruins from cat claws and tails. Feng Xianchen began playing the flute to lull the demon to sleep, while Qin Changxin spread the illusion with the “Wu Yuan Fan.” Yet Zhuo Wansheng’s movements didn’t slow, and some attacks nearly disrupted Lin Yanyu’s internal energy.

During her struggle, Lin Yanyu recalled fighting Yang Hengyu that night and suddenly understood why mental attacks didn’t work on Zhuo Wansheng.

Ducking under another cat tail swipe, she twisted her body and slipped under the giant cat’s belly.

Yang Hengyu could be controlled by the “Blood Leopard’s” energy pearl and was immune to illusions. Zhuo Wansheng’s connection with the “Blood Leopard” was unusual, and having been resurrected through a soul-possession of a long-dead princess, she certainly had the energy pearl’s protection.

Before the cat could settle, Lin Yanyu struck its dantian (energy center) with her axe and pushed inward. A faint “crack” was heard, followed by a strong metallic scent of blood.

Through the blood-bond link with the floating axe, Lin Yanyu realized she succeeded and swiftly slashed the protective demonic aura around the energy pearl.

Zhuo Wansheng screamed in pain, breaking through the surrounding armored guards and dragging Lin Yanyu outside.

Lin Yanyu slashed open its abdomen, retrieved the energy pearl, rolled on the ground, and clutched it, taking deep breaths as she watched the bloody orange cat retreat.

Feng Xianchen and another flew overhead, and the lord led the armored guards in pursuit. Without the energy pearl, the “Blood Leopard” temporarily left the city. Capturing the critically wounded Zhuo Wansheng was no longer difficult.

Smelling a familiar scent, Lin Yanyu turned and met Qin Changxin’s concerned gaze.

“Why didn’t you follow them?” Lin Yanyu held the floating axe in one hand and the energy pearl in the other as Qin Changxin helped her up. “Catching Zhuo Wansheng is a major achievement, but you just became the new clan leader…”

“I’m not worried about that,” Qin Changxin interrupted, looking at her bloodied hands. “How are you going to deal with the ‘Blood Leopard’s’ energy pearl?”

“Let the floating axe try to absorb it first,” Lin Yanyu said. “It can’t be destroyed—the energy will spread. It feels similar to the poison in the water of Que Ling Island. Since the axe can absorb killing energy, it should be able to contain this energy as well.”

“Then let’s return to the sleeping hall,” Qin Changxin helped her slowly walk back to the wrecked hall.

Once quiet returned, Lin Yanyu sat cross-legged, checking her injuries. Her arms were badly deformed from repeated cat strikes, pain surging like waves.

The pain was bearable, and even helped her resist the backlash of the killing energy. Once Qin Changxin was ready as support, Lin Yanyu placed the pearl, the size of a pigeon egg, onto the axe.

The floating axe loved killing energy. The pearl was immediately absorbed.

Though Lin Yanyu had endured a previous backlash, her mind plunged into a bloody hell during the absorption.

Corpses piled high around her, the sky blood-red with a hanging blood moon, and streams of blood flowed under her feet.

Accustomed to life and death, Lin Yanyu was unafraid. She knew she had to leave the illusion quickly.

She moved steadily in one direction, ignoring the corpses trying to block her path, stepping over them with expressionless determination despite their cries.

After an unknown time, the corpses stopped appearing, replaced by blood-stained chains.

Lin Yanyu dodged or kicked away the chains, using her claws when necessary.

Feng Funing had told her that every element of an illusion reflected the caster’s inner mind. If she became entangled in it, even a single flower could kill her instantly.

As she focused on the chains, a familiar voice whispered in her ear: “Walking alone all this way… aren’t you lonely?”

She turned her head and met soft, gentle eyes. Her lover smiled and extended arms to embrace her.

In the next moment, two severed hands fell.

“Yanyu…?!”

Lin Yanyu ignored the illusionary Qin Changxin’s cry, cutting her throat with sharp nails as she passed.

All was an illusion.

She told herself this and rushed to exit, not wanting to keep Changxin waiting.

Suddenly, the scene shifted back to the recently battled sleeping hall. Lin Yanyu froze as the smell of blood reached her nose.

Qin Changxin lay beside her, hands severed, blood spraying and covering the floor. Her normally clear, loving eyes were filled with terror.

At the same time, outside the illusion, Qin Changxin monitored Lin Yanyu’s internal energy, hearing her call out his full name, even in a cracking voice, causing his ears pain.

Realizing Lin Yanyu might be seeing him in the illusion, he immediately embraced her, softly saying: “I’m here, don’t be afraid.”

The cat demon in his arms ignored him, repeatedly saying “sorry” and “I don’t know,” frowning as if trapped in a nightmare.

Her body trembled, breathing rapidly, tears falling onto Qin Changxin’s robe.

Seeing this, Qin Changxin’s expression changed. Sensing her abnormal energy, he quickly produced awakening talismans, chanting as he placed them on her forehead, worriedly observing her.

He vaguely guessed what Lin Yanyu had seen, but didn’t know what she was experiencing.

He had rarely seen her so vulnerable, as if reliving a past loss of love.

“Don’t die!!” Lin Yanyu suddenly cried out, first panicked, then sobbing. “I’ll trade my life for yours! Don’t die! You can’t die…”

“You can’t!” Qin Changxin said urgently, pressing close to her ear. “Yanyu! Stay conscious! I’m right here!”

She noticed the floating axe humming. Looking down, it had turned blood-red, from head to handle, transparent as jade.

Inside the illusion, Lin Yanyu frantically channeled energy to Qin Changxin, binding his severed arms and wrapping his neck wounds with gauze, filled with remorse.

“This is… the ‘Blood Leopard’s’ scheme…” he said faintly. “I know… won’t… blame you…”

“Just one final battle… if we kill the ‘Blood Leopard,’ we can return to Zhuzhou…” Lin Yanyu sobbed, holding his gradually cooling body. “How could I be so foolish now! How could I…”

“Don’t speak… despairingly…” Qin Changxin whispered. “Between us… there’s the master-servant blood contract… I won’t… die so easily…”

He grabbed her sleeve, closed his eyes, blood still trickling from his lips.

“Time… is short… go… find them… don’t waste energy… save me…”

“I’m not going!” Lin Yanyu shouted, as if stomped on, grabbing her chest to use their blood contract to transfer life to him. Suddenly, a pair of hands lifted her under her armpits. Before she could react, she realized she had been carried by Qin Changxin.

“Changxin!!” Lin Yanyu shouted, hysterical, kneeling weakly when she saw him standing unharmed behind her.

The water flow wrapped them, shielding them, and carried them toward the gap in the illusion Qin Changxin had opened.