Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 94

Facing those blood red eyes, Lin Yanyu suddenly snapped awake.

All the slaughtering energy she had drawn into the Piaoran Axe was being siphoned away by Tang Changxin, through their master servant blood pact!

“Changxin, you?!” Lin Yanyu started to speak, but Tang Changxin quickly covered her mouth.

“With the Qingfang Bell here, don’t worry about me,” Tang Changxin said softly, reassuring her. Yet Lin Yanyu could clearly see dark leopard-like markings creeping up her face, the red in her eyes growing stronger by the second.

Just like that night when Yang Hengyu had come to the demon realm looking for them!

“No! You’ll be controlled by Xiao Xianyi!” Lin Yanyu tore herself free and raised the Piaoran Axe, ready to purge the slaughtering energy, but Tang Changxin pressed her hand down.

“Trust me, Yanyu,” she said firmly. “The memories of my past life are far more painful than these illusions. You’ve faced life and death, yes but you didn’t form many bonds in your last life, and that’s why these illusions can still confuse you.”

She covered her face with one hand, and when she lowered it, the ferocious black markings were gone, and the red had faded completely from her eyes.

“See? I’m fine.” She smiled.

Lin Yanyu couldn’t tell if it was a trick of illusion or not. Suspicious but seeing the clarity in Tang Changxin’s gaze no sign of possession she bit her lip, finally lowering the axe and pulling Tang Changxin into a hug.

“You’re planning to use the Thread-Binding Technique to counter Xiao Xianyi, aren’t you?” Lin Yanyu’s voice trembled, her nose stinging with emotion. “I saw it in your memories! You’ll die if you do that, don’t you know?!”

In truth, she hadn’t seen the memory of that final battle but she suddenly recalled what the book had said: that Tang Changxin had deliberately allowed herself to be caught in the Thread-Binding Technique, turning it back on Xiao Xianyi, and with the other exorcists’ help, defeated him in one strike.

But the price of that move was steep using all the blood in one’s body to forcibly swap control. In the novel, after the fight, Tang Changxin had been on the brink of death from blood loss, barely rescued in time.

And unless Xiao Xianyi expelled large amounts of inner energy, Tang Changxin couldn’t draw it in to begin the technique.

Tang Changxin looked startled, but didn’t deny it. She simply smiled and rubbed Lin Yanyu’s cat-like ears.

“When you’re not around, I might die,” she said softly. “But now that you’re here what do I have to fear?”

“You…!” Lin Yanyu stared wide-eyed, unable to refute her, then sighed and released her. “I’ll make it quick. Wait for me!”

She lifted the Piaoran Axe, formed the water-avoidance seal, and started to move beyond the Qingfang Bell’s protective barrier.

But Tang Changxin reached out and gently caught her tail.

Lin Yanyu froze, turning back in shock only to see the surrounding water turning pale as Tang Changxin guided the Qingfang Bell’s shield upward, carrying them both toward the surface.

“Let’s go together,” Tang Changxin said softly. “Don’t worry I know what I’m doing.”

Warmth bloomed in Lin Yanyu’s chest. She gripped Tang Changxin’s hand tightly, then stood tall, raising the Piaoran Axe in a battle stance.

Before the city gates, Xiao Xianyi had gone completely mad. Blood-red light surrounded him, shielding his body; every spell and weapon aimed at him was deflected by the barrier. The exorcists who drew near fell to the ground, their fates uncertain.

“Stop attacking! You’ll die!” Feng Xianchen shouted, her voice raw with desperation. But few heeded her warning.

“You foolish child! The ‘Blood Leopard’ is deeply cultivated no one knows when that light will fade! If we don’t attack, how can we break it?!” an elderly exorcist roared back at her.

Feng Xianchen struggled as Zhuang Jingwei held her back, tears streaming down her face as she watched her comrades charge like moths into flame. Just as she was about to join them, Tang Changxin’s calm voice came from behind:

“Let me.”

Feng Xianchen turned, astonished. Inside the Qingfang Bell’s barrier, Tang Changxin sat cross-legged, her right palm extended toward the crimson pillar.

She wore her deep-purple exorcist’s uniform; the white undershirt beneath was already soaked through with blood. Streaks of red marked her face, neck, and outstretched hand and now all that blood was flowing toward her fingertips, then vanishing as her fingers moved.

As her spell continued, everyone could see the blood-red hue of the barrier beginning to fade!

“What.. what’s happening?!” someone gasped, a mix of joy and disbelief.

Then, a blur of motion passed them. Lin Yanyu, gripping her great axe, stepped on the Wuyuan Fan, shouting as she charged toward Xiao Xianyi.

Moments ago, Tang Changxin had transferred a vast amount of spiritual energy into her. Lin Yanyu gathered all of it into the Piaoran Axe. Her figure flickered; in an instant, she was before Xiao Xianyi, letting out a fierce cry as she swung the axe down!

A sharp crack split the air the red barrier shattered, and no backlash struck her.

Xiao Xianyi tried to dodge, but his inner energy surged violently for a brief instant, slowing him down. Coupled with Feng Xianchen’s flute disrupting his focus and Zhuang Jingwei’s sword aura cutting off his retreat, he barely summoned his last prayer bead to block the axe but the blade still grazed his shoulder, splattering blood everywhere.

The bead cracked in two and dissolved into a wisp of red smoke before it could hit the ground.

Lin Yanyu drew the axe back, spun, and struck again this time aiming for Xiao Xianyi’s neck!

He raised a blood-forged sword, blocking the blow, then used his metal gauntlet to parry Zhuang Jingwei’s thrust. Yet his footing slipped just slightly and that single moment cost him dearly.

Twice his body faltered. His gaze immediately snapped toward Tang Changxin, still protected by the Qingfang Bell. His eyes darkened.

“Tang Changxin!!” Xiao Xianyi roared. Kicking off from his sword, he leapt toward her.

“Stop him!” Lin Yanyu shouted, moving faster than her own voice. Her axe swung forward while her free hand summoned the Wuyuan Fan, sending it spinning toward him to join Zhuang Jingwei’s sword in blocking his path.

She came too fast before Xiao Xianyi could finish forming his demonic shield, her axe cleaved through the half-formed aura. Tang Changxin seized control of his movements again, freezing him in place.

The next instant, the Piaoran Axe tore through his elegant black robes, biting into flesh with a dull thud. The impact sent him flying.

He crashed into the city wall with a heavy sound. When he finally stopped, blood pooled beneath him, the wall behind spider web with cracks.

Staggering, Xiao Xianyi clutched his abdomen, his eyes filled with shock and fury as he looked up at Lin Yanyu.

She was already upon him again, stepping on the Wuyuan Fan, axe in hand.

Around them lay heaps of dead demon beasts. Xiao Xianyi drew bloodlines from the corpses, controlling them like puppets to charge at Lin Yanyu.

But Feng Xianchen quickly led the exorcists forward, some casting spells to block the undead beasts, others cutting the bloodlines directly buying Lin Yanyu a clear path.

As she neared him, Lin Yanyu stomped once, channeling spiritual energy into the Wuyuan Fan. In an instant, an illusionary realm spread out, completely trapping Xiao Xianyi.

It’s over!

With that thought, Lin Yanyu swung the axe toward his heart with all her strength.

The axe, blazing with demonic fire, was just about to strike when Xiao Xianyi suddenly recited a spell.

And in that moment, a blood-soaked Tang Changxin appeared before Lin Yanyu.

She froze. Though she knew it was an illusion, her movement faltered just a fraction and the axe missed the fatal point.

Xiao Xianyi grunted in pain. From his wound, his heart’s blood surged out, flooding into the Piaoran Axe and turning into a wave of slaughtering energy that began devouring its wielder.

A dying struggle!

Caught off guard, Lin Yanyu’s vision went red. A thick crimson mist rose around her, swallowing her sight completely.

Once again, she walked amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The stench was suffocating. Each step struck clinking chains buried beneath the flesh.

Then, before her appeared the illusion of Tang Changxin bloodied, tearful, looking right at her.

“I have to go,” the illusion whispered. “If there’s a next life…”

“Shut up!” Lin Yanyu shouted. “Don’t you dare curse her to die!”

Though she barked the words fiercely, she still couldn’t bring herself to strike the illusion. The last time she’d destroyed it while refining the inner energy pearl the illusion had become real, nearly trapping her mind forever.

But this time, even without her attacking, the illusion was fading. Its face grew pale, its lips colorless, skin wrinkling as it took on the look of one drained of all blood.

“You knew I would use the Thread-Binding Technique again to counter the Blood Leopard,” the illusion accused softly. “Why didn’t you stop me? Even if I survive, I’ll lose half of my life… Yanyu, when I’m like this, who will you go to for healing?”

“Shut up! Don’t talk! You’re a fake!!” Lin Yanyu screamed, trying to drown out its voice as she stepped forward and clamped a hand over its mouth.

The illusion didn’t resist. It simply stood there, letting her press down.

“Kill me,” it murmured weakly against her palm. “I’m in pain… Please, kill me… Only you can…”

Hot tears fell on Lin Yanyu’s hand. Fear for Tang Changxin’s real life and the dark pull of killing this illusion surged together inside her. That gentle, familiar voice whispered again and again in her ear like a lullaby, or a death sentence.

She knew she must not respond. No matter what it said, she must not answer.

The real Tang Changxin was still outside, using the Thread-Binding Technique to restrain Xiao Xianyi; she couldn’t enter this illusion to save Lin Yanyu again.

There was no sound of the Qingfang Bell, no call from Feng Funing. Only silence and the illusion before her.

But the illusion’s skin was drying, its warmth fading fast. Lin Yanyu didn’t know what would happen if it truly died.

Then it whispered:
“You call me a ‘fake’ but do you know? If I die… the real one outside dies too…”

Its voice was faint so faint she had to strain to hear but the words struck her like thunder.

“She won’t die!” Lin Yanyu shot back instinctively.

“Won’t she?” the illusion smiled weakly. “If you don’t believe me, you can always”

The words cut off.

A sharp, golden fan blade had slit its throat.

Lin Yanyu stared, frozen. Before her stood Tang Changxin.

The illusion fell between them eyes wide open, unclosing even in death.