Transmigrated Into the Body of a Sickly Villain's Kitten - Chapter 28

Mount Wuqi was now a scene of fallen trees and flames engulfing the mountains.

Seven hundred years ago, when Shi Yao was besieged, it seemed to be a similar scene. But this time, her heart was utterly calm, unlike the last time when she had been restless because she couldn’t find her little white cat.

Once she had settled Youyou safely, she could relax and enjoy the grand spectacle the cultivation world had prepared for her.

The purpose of these people setting the mountain ablaze was simply to prevent Shi Yao from using water.

As a mermaid, Shi Yao could command water with ease, even the moisture in the air could become her weapon, let alone the vast pools of water within Mount Wuqi.

But now, the fire had grown so fierce that the flames were evaporating every drop of moisture in the mountain. Unable to draw water from the air, Shi Yao had no choice but to turn the blood spilled by the fallen cultivators into blades, striking at everyone present.

They had fought for a long time. These cultivators, each armed with defensive artifacts of varying strengths, could hold their ground against Shi Yao for a while.

When would Hua Yufeng’s array finally activate?

Everyone present was growing anxious.

Hundreds of cultivators had come to Mount Wuqi to besiege Shi Yao. They knew that the spiritual energy of the world was on the verge of dissipating, and death awaited them regardless.

In that case, why not gamble everything? Succeed, and they could seize the spiritual energy from Shi Yao. Fail, and they would die.

With fifty-fifty odds, everyone present had become a gambler.

Perhaps finding the slaughter too monotonous, Shi Yao used the blood of her enemies to form a chair. She sat mid-air, leaning back leisurely, and asked with idle curiosity, “Sect Leader Hua, is your array ready yet?”

Her tone was arrogant. Encircled by a barrier that automatically repelled the flames, her blue dress fluttered and danced in the air. Golden light flashed in her eyes as she smiled, like a ghostly apparition baring its fangs from the depths of the abyss.

She had grown even stronger.

Her years in Mount Wuqi had not weakened her but had instead allowed her cultivation to unknowingly reach its peak.

Just one step away, and she could ascend to godhood once more. By then, a mere flick of her sleeve would be enough to annihilate everyone in the cultivation world.

The cultivators were stunned by Shi Yao’s words.

How did this demon know they had set up an array nearby?!

Zhou Chengbei’s face turned ashen. He had been busy searching for divine artifacts and had mentioned the array to Zhou Ping in passing, asking if Shi Yao had brought the Yingniao Bell up the mountain. When Zhou Ping confirmed it, he felt reassured and even discussed deployment plans with him, intending to coordinate from within and without.

Who would have thought that Zhou Ping would betray him?!

Hua Yufeng and the other sect leaders hovered in the air. Seeing Shi Yao so composed, Hua Yufeng asked, “So, was the Yingniao Bell useful?”

Shi Yao let out an indifferent “Hmm” and said, “I hung the Yingniao Bell at the highest point of Mount Wuqi. Are you satisfied?”

Satisfied? More than satisfied.

Hua Yufeng’s pupils slowly darkened as she lowered her head and chuckled softly. Her long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled, how could she not be thrilled?

Luo Xiu felt that the conversation between Shi Yao and Hua Yufeng was somewhat eerie. The sword in her hand, which had been pointed at Shi Yao, slowly shifted to aim at Hua Yufeng instead. “What exactly are you scheming?”

“The Eight-Star God-Slaying Array, though I bear the title of a malevolent deity, everyone knows I no longer possess a divine body. So, who exactly is this array meant to slay? Isn’t it obvious?”

Zhou Chengbei widened his murky eyes, and along with the other cultivators present, he directed his weapon toward Hua Yufeng.

Hua Yufeng let out a helpless laugh. “Why did you have to expose me? I thought I could keep this act going a little longer.”

Luo Xiu raised her voice, demanding, “Hua Yufeng! How could you harm the revered deity Wushuang?”

“Qi Wu Shuang has likely been tricked into guarding the array’s core by now, hasn’t she? Her spiritual root is of the wood element, and the purpose of setting this mountain ablaze was probably to drain her spiritual energy even faster. The more power I expend dealing with all of you, the weaker she becomes. Hua Yufeng, your mastery of this array is truly remarkable. How many years did you spend studying it in the demon realm?”

With every word Shi Yao spoke, Hua Yufeng’s expression darkened further.

“The demon realm?!”

“Do demons still exist in this world?!”

“How is that possible? Sect Leader Hua, she-”

Hua Yufeng took a deep breath, gritting her teeth as she said, “Shi Yao, I was willing to let you go. Must you throw your life away?”

Shi Yao met Hua Yufeng’s gaze, a playful smile curling her lips. “Originally, I had no intention of meddling in these affairs. But my beloved has made it her life’s mission to eradicate demons, and she holds an unresolved grudge against the demon realm. Naturally, I must fulfill her wishes, slaughter every demon in this world, if only to see her smile.”

She made her stance perfectly clear. Hua Yufeng clenched her fists tightly, her face etched with bitter resentment.

The cultivators could no longer grasp the full meaning of Shi Yao’s words. Their genuine concern for Qi Wushuang had taken over, and they chattered incessantly among themselves.

Hua Yufeng found their noise utterly ridiculous. She turned and seized the nearest person, Zhou Chengbei, by the throat. “You cultivators are all so hypocritical, just like Qi Wushuang. What, whoever helps you is good, and whoever doesn’t is evil?”

Zhou Chengbei’s face turned a deep, purplish-red like liver. He struggled to make a sound, but Hua Yufeng snapped his neck before any words could escape.

“Hua Yufeng, what are you doing?!”

“So, you really are a demon!”

“All these years, we’ve been deceived by the Chiyu Immortal Manor!”

Hua Yufeng tossed Zhou Chengbei’s lifeless body to the ground. A crimson light emanated from her palm, touching the center of his forehead.

She let out a few loud, mocking laughs, then turned her chilling gaze toward the remaining cultivators. “You fools! How else could you have been so easily tricked by me? Hahahaha! I’ve hidden among humans for so many years, only to discover that both the immortal and demon realms have vanished, even the realm of monsters is completely gone. You have no idea how much I’ve sacrificed just to seek my revenge!”

Another one with a story to tell.

Fu Rou sat on the rooftop, her favorite spot, holding a bottle of soda she’d taken from Liang Zhuo’s fridge.

She was still wearing that black robe, the golden cloud patterns embroidered on it shimmering even more brilliantly under the light.

The mountain fire had not spread to the ancient mansion, and judging by Shi Yao’s demeanor, she didn’t seem like she would be harmed. She sat there calmly, listening to the story and sipping her soda. The golden hairpin and tassels on her head trembled slightly as she tilted her head back. At first glance, the scene was somewhat eerie, one might even mistake her for an actress filming a period drama.

Hua Yufeng was the youngest daughter of the Demon King. In her youth, out of a desire for fun, she sought the help of a powerful sorcerer from the demon clan to completely conceal her demonic aura and ventured into the human world.

Little did she expect that before she could fully enjoy her time in the human realm, news arrived of the Great War between Immortals and Demons, where immortals, demons, and monsters alike perished together.

Overwhelmed by the shock, Hua Yufeng used a secret demonic technique to seal herself away, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed.

She became a lost orphan with nowhere to go. Having stayed in the human world for too long, her demonic aura had completely vanished, yet her heart continued to burn with the flames of resentment.

To secure a place for herself in the human realm, Hua Yufeng joined the Chiyu Immortal Manor as a lowly disciple.

Members of the demon royal family were born with extraordinary beauty. Hua Yufeng stepped over the knees of other disciples to become the companion of the then-leader of the Chiyu Immortal Manor.

With her enchanting appearance, she gradually gained influence within the manor and began to seize power. Eventually, after the death of the manor’s leader, she orchestrated a rebellion and took control of the Chiyu Immortal Manor.

To establish a foothold among the various immortal sects, Hua Yufeng led the Chiyu Immortal Manor in slaughtering demons, but she preserved a trace of their life force.

Using sorcery, she implanted these life forces into the bodies of deceased cultivators. The demons could continue to live, and their bodies would bear no trace of demonic energy.

Hua Yufeng carried out this scheme for many years. She dispatched these demons to seek out immortals who had come to the human world to cultivate and live. Once found, she would quietly approach them and use unique demonic spells to silently strangle the already weakened immortals, one by one, and absorb their spiritual power.

These immortals died without a sound, and Hua Yufeng’s power grew stronger and stronger.

“I hate those immortals! If it weren’t for their instigation, demons and monsters would have remained united. That Monster Emperor must have gone mad to side with the immortals against the demon realm! I wanted to take revenge on the monster clan as well, but I couldn’t find any trace of them. The Monster Emperor’s power is too great for me to contend with.”

Later, she encountered Shen Xiaobai and Qi Wushuang.

One was a pear blossom spirit who had just ascended to immortality, and the other was a reincarnated deity undergoing tribulations. How could Hua Yufeng let the two of them go?

Their sweet, affectionate demeanor was utterly nauseating to behold.

Especially that Qi Wushuang, with her aloof and unapproachable arrogance, just looking at her was enough to make one sick.

However, Shen Xiaobai and Qi Wushuang had connections in the human world with princes, princesses, emperors, and countless merchants and poets. Hua Yufeng simply had no way to lay a hand on them.

Later, Hua Yufeng had the cultivation sects slowly spread rumors and used dream gu on Qi Wushuang and Shen Xiaobai, making them curious about their own origins and thus embarking on a journey to uncover the truth.

Then Hua Yufeng pretended to befriend them, sent her subordinates, the demons, to stir up trouble, and pinned all the blame on Shi Yao.

Having lived in the mortal world for so many years, Hua Yufeng had learned a great deal.

She knew how to conserve her strength and understood that death was not the greatest suffering.

So, she wanted all the things she resented to endure the same erratic torment as her past.

When she tested Shi Yao, she was truly prepared to die, but she never expected Shi Yao to be an absolute love-struck fool. The cat by her side was some kind of celestial immortal, yet not particularly powerful. Why these two ended up together baffled Hua Yufeng.

But Hua Yufeng was the type of twisted person who would break up any couple she saw. Although Shi Yao was an evil god who hadn’t participated in the great war between immortals and demons, the little white cat by her side was a demon.

Since it was a demon, how could she let it go?

While Shi Yao was in despair, Hua Yufeng found the kitten.

The kitten was sprawled drunkenly over a wine jar, completely unconscious.

It seemed the two really had fallen out.

This made it all the more convenient for Hua Yufeng to cast her curse.

She placed a heart demon curse on Youyou.

Not only would it render her unable to speak, but she would also be tormented by her obsessions, lose her sanity, and eventually exhaust her spiritual power, becoming nothing more than an ordinary cat.

Tortured by the heart demon curse, Youyou was in unbearable agony. She fled to the Netherworld, drank the Mengpo soup, and sought reincarnation, but Shi Yao forcibly preserved her spirit.

The battle at Wuqi Mountain against Shi Yao cost Shen Xiaobai all her spiritual power. To stabilize the sealing array meant to imprison Shi Yao, she willingly sacrificed herself. Qi Wushuang, realizing Hua Yufeng was no true friend, left to cultivate in seclusion at a Taoist temple, awaiting Shen Xiaobai’s reincarnation.

“You’re all my defeated foes, hahahahaha! How does it feel to have your lives thrown into chaos by me? Wonderful, isn’t it?”

Hua Yufeng’s laughter grew increasingly maniacal, but Shi Yao merely lowered her gaze, frowning slightly as she endured the endless pain radiating from her heart.

If only she hadn’t thrown a tantrum over promises, hadn’t been so childish as to give Youyou the cold shoulder, perhaps they wouldn’t have fallen into Hua Yufeng’s trap.

Now Youyou was unconscious, her mind unstable, with no telling when she might recover.

It was all her fault.

“What grudge do you hold against the cultivation world?!”

A cultivator standing at the back couldn’t hold back his outburst, but Luo Xiu slowly lowered her weapon.

She understood the feeling of having one’s entire clan slaughtered and being left with nowhere to go.

Grievances and grudges were nothing but a tangled mess of debts that could never be settled. She had thought that by coming to Wuqi Mountain to kill Shi Yao, she could win Youyou over.

But she never expected that Hua Yufeng’s true target was never Shi Yao, but Qi Wushuang.

Luo Xiu’s face turned deathly pale as she silently descended the mountain and left. With everyone’s attention fixed on Shi Yao and Hua Yufeng, no one noticed her departure.

“Grudges? There are too many to list! Do you have no idea of all the wicked deeds the cultivation world has committed over the years? You vile, rotten-hearted creatures still dream of attaining immortality? Keep dreaming your foolish dreams!”

The expressions on the faces of the cultivators in the cultivation world were truly a sight to behold.

Who would have thought that the one who had led them for centuries was actually the true demon lord?

Not only had this demon lord used them, but she had also sent them all to their deaths on Wuqi Mountain!

“Alright, Hua Yufeng, the story is over. Shall we begin?”

Shi Yao watched with leisurely composure as Hua Yufeng gradually descended into demonic madness. Though her expression was smiling, her eyes were filled with a chilling gleam.

The demon king’s youngest daughter, they had truly underestimated Hua Yufeng.

Hua Yufeng turned and saw the confident look on Shi Yao’s face, a sudden doubt rising in her heart.

Why wasn’t Shi Yao the least bit panicked?

Could it be that she still had some hidden card to play?

With Qi Wushuang as the core of the formation and over a hundred demons gathered here, there was no way she could lose this battle.

Once Qi Wushuang, Shi Yao, and the cultivators from the various sects were dead, the demons would absorb all the spiritual energy they emitted, battle the recently awakened demon emperor, slaughter the human race, and establish a new demon realm.

From afar, Fu Rou overheard Hua Yufeng’s inner thoughts and couldn’t help but reveal a pitying, yet mocking smile.

She retracted the two cat ears on her head, opened her eyes, and murmured with a shake of her head, “What a juicy piece of gossip.”

Having already finished two bottles of soda, Fu Rou stood up, stretched slightly, and tilted her neck from side to side. “Is it even my turn to make an appearance?”

That brat Xue Qingxian should already be on his way up the mountain. Could he handle these demons?

Hua Yufeng hesitated only briefly before making her decision. At her command, the hidden demons finally revealed their true forms.

Even “Zhou Chengbei,” lying on the ground, began to undergo a grotesque transformation. Twisted blood vessels burst across his body, and his skin turned a vivid, blood-like crimson.

“None of you here today will escape.”