Transmigrated Into the Body of a Sickly Villain's Kitten - Chapter 30

Before Xue Qingxian left, Shi Yao asked him to pass a message to He Qingye and Ke Fan: “We are undergoing a tribulation on the mountain and cannot come down for now. My eyes have fully recovered and returned to normal, so there’s no need for them to worry. They should just live peacefully.”

Fu Rou’s expression was cold as she added, “Take this person to Qingxu Temple in Huai City. Whether they live or die doesn’t matter. As for this sword, it will remain with your Xue family, take it away.”

Seeing the divine blade, now stained with blood and humming excitedly, Xue Qingxian said, “This originally belonged to you. The Xue family was merely safeguarding it. Now, it should be returned to its rightful owner.”

Xue Qingxian bent down to help Qi Wushuang up. Noticing that he, too, was struggling to stand, Shi Yao encased him and the other cultivators who had lost their cultivation in bubbles and sent them all down the mountain.

At last, Wuqi Mountain grew quiet again. Fu Rou walked over to the water sphere where Shi Yao had trapped the demons, observing the struggling, contorted faces of the fiendish creatures. She raised Fei Lian toward the sky.

From the thick layers of dark clouds, seven silver bolts of lightning descended. Fu Rou guided the thunder into the water sphere, striking the demons inside, as well as the deceased cultivators and Hua Yufeng on the ground. Upon being struck, they gradually turned into blackened charcoal before crumbling into dust.

With a wave of her hand, Shi Yao directed the suspended water to flow back to its rightful places, carrying the demons along with it as it streamed down the mountain.

Fu Rou sheathed Fei Lian and glanced down at Hua Yufeng’s remains, scoffing, “I didn’t even need to use lightning to defeat you. How pathetic.”

The Demon Queen’s mastery over thunder had reached its peak. Hua Yufeng wasn’t even worthy of being struck by her lightning while he was still alive.

After speaking, she turned and headed toward the ancient mansion. Shi Yao followed silently, lost in thought.

The extent of Youyou’s power was beyond her estimation. Not only had she returned the soul and spirit Shi Yao had used to protect her core, effortlessly killed Hua Yufeng, but she had also summoned lightning to obliterate all the demons with precision and ruthlessness.

Was this the Demon Queen at the peak of her power?

As Shi Yao pondered this, Fu Rou suddenly felt dizzy.

Logically, after awakening, she should have rested properly. But she couldn’t rest easy knowing Shi Yao was alone on Wuqi Mountain, so she had insisted on coming to check on her.

Now that the battle was over, the backlash from using too much power left her body weak and limp, and she collapsed.

Fortunately, Shi Yao had been following closely behind. She caught Fu Rou by the waist, but Fu Rou was so weak she could no longer hold onto her blade, Fei Lian clattered to the ground.

“Still pushing yourself so hard,” Shi Yao murmured.

Fu Rou leaned into Shi Yao’s embrace, her chest rising and falling slowly. She pouted slightly, sounding aggrieved, “I wasn’t pushing myself. These were matters I needed to settle myself. I didn’t want you to intervene.”

Shi Yao’s palm was warm as she continuously channeled spiritual energy into Fu Rou.

Fu Rou’s delicate face was deathly pale, a few strands of white hair falling across it, barely visible against her skin.

Gently, Shi Yao wiped the blood from Fu Rou’s face and asked cautiously, “Have you remembered everything?”

“Yes.”

The two of them stood there for a while. Seeing Shi Yao’s obliviousness, Fu Rou felt both exasperated and impatient, as if frustrated that iron couldn’t turn into steel. “What are you just standing here for? At a time like this, you should carry me in a princess hold. Weren’t you quite skilled at holding me before?”

At this, the tips of Shi Yao’s ears slowly grew warm.

Back when the cat was so small, it was easy to tuck her into an embrace. Now, even though she had taken human form and was still delicate and adorable, Shi Yao couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward.

In front of Fu Rou, Shi Yao had completely lost the arrogant aura of a malevolent deity. She was like a young girl who had just fallen in love but had no idea how to make the other person happier with her. Without another word, she scooped Fu Rou up in a horizontal carry.

“Aren’t you going to help me carry the sword?”

Fu Rou draped her arms over Shi Yao’s shoulders, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she teased Shi Yao playfully.

Fei Lian still lay motionless on the ground. Shi Yao raised a hand and pointed lightly, and the sword shot straight into the ancient mansion.

Fu Rou: “…”

Seriously? How could this person get jealous over a sword?

Leaning against Shi Yao’s shoulder, Fu Rou watched as their hair, one black, one white, blended together. She reached up and gently touched it. “Who would have thought that the legendary malevolent mermaid deity, the exalted Goddess Immortal Lord, would one day feel shy?”

Shi Yao held Fu Rou steadily. She wasn’t walking very fast, and if Fu Rou tilted her head to listen, she could sense Shi Yao’s gradually quickening heartbeat.

Fu Rou stared unabashedly at Shi Yao’s exquisitely beautiful face, inwardly sighing with relief that Shi Yao wasn’t the female lead and thus not the target of Hua Yufeng’s schemes.

Today’s events were entirely the work of a deeply hidden major antagonist deliberately targeting Qi Wushuang, only for Shi Yao, who had been taking the blame from the very beginning, to end up benefiting unexpectedly.

As a third party, Shi Yao had seemingly helped Hua Yufeng, but only to lower his guard. Then she pulled Qi Wushuang out of the formation, leaving her to confront Hua Yufeng.

From the moment she went down the mountain to find Xue Qingxian and ask him to eliminate demons, to her chance encounter with Qi Wushuang and her deliberate, probing questions, all of it was part of Shi Yao’s strategy to deal with Hua Yufeng and the various immortal sects.

But was Hua Yufeng truly so self-absorbed that he failed to notice the loopholes in the traps she had laid?

While Fu Rou was lost in thought, Shi Yao let out a long sigh, lowered her head, and said, “It’s not shyness, it’s fear.”

Their eyes met in an instant. Shi Yao had finally carried Fu Rou to the entrance of the ancient mansion, but she stopped there without going in. With a serious expression, she asked Fu Rou, “Youyou, do you love me?”

No jealousy, no roundabout probing, just a straightforward question that left Fu Rou utterly stunned.

They hadn’t even talked about their past yet, and here they were already discussing love?

Shi Yao set Fu Rou down, wrapped her arms around her waist and back, and held her in a deep embrace. “There are some things I don’t dare say while looking into your eyes. All these years, I’ve been tormented by guilt and regret, thinking it was my willfulness that caused us to be separated for so long and left us with so many regrets. Back then, I was afraid that after you completed a hundred good deeds, you would leave me. Yet I also longed for you to take human form and stay with me forever. So, before you could leave, I wanted to ask for a definitive answer from you. I never imagined it would lead to such a grave mistake.”

Fu Rou gently patted Shi Yao, leaning her head on Shi Yao’s shoulder as she closed her eyes with a sense of peace. “I know,” she said.

It was her own lack of composure, her confusion, panic, and worries about the future, that had made her hesitant and allowed Hua Yufeng to seize the opportunity to strike.

“When I saw you by Shen Xiaobai’s side, my heart truly ached. I thought you had gone to them because you couldn’t complete your hundredth good deed by staying with me. I couldn’t hold back the urge to kill any longer. Later, the pearl you gave me led me to the Ghost Realm, but all I saw was your back, and I realized you had already completed the hundredth deed…”

“Who said I had to go to them to finish my hundredth good deed and take human form?”

Fu Rou leaned her full weight against Shi Yao, wrapping her arms around Shi Yao’s slender waist. She tilted her head up, resting her chin on Shi Yao’s chest, her expression full of coquettish charm. “I was afflicted by Hua Yufeng’s heart demon curse, not only could I not speak, but I also suffered torment every day. I knew what they were planning but couldn’t come to your aid. Sometimes I’d even lose consciousness. Shen Xiaobai brought me over just to unsettle you, and you fell right into the trap… Later, somehow, the evil thoughts in your heart were dispelled. I completed my hundred good deeds, regained my human form, and recovered the memories of the Demon Queen. But I was thrown into endless chaos, so I ran to the Ghost Realm, hoping to drink a bowl of Mengpo’s soup and seek death.”

Tears had unknowingly welled up in Shi Yao’s eyes. Recalling her feelings at that time, her smile was both bitter and sweet. “So, it really was…”

When the cultivation sects surrounded her, Shi Yao had already given up on resisting, yet she still ended up killing many in the process.

As she killed, Shi Yao felt numb. The ferocity in her had faded, and all she wished for was the return of her Youyou.

From the moment Shi Yao began to possess and understand love, she had lost her malevolence, and the evil thoughts within her naturally dissolved completely.

Watching Youyou drink the Meng Po soup without hesitation and seeing her back as she crossed the Naihe Bridge, no one could fathom the agony Shi Yao felt then.

Shi Yao had initially wanted to die alongside Youyou, but when Shen Xiaobai and Qi Wushuang pursued her into the Ghost Realm to seal her away, Shi Yao had no choice but to use the mermaid clan’s secret art to extract a part of her soul to protect Youyou’s heart meridian and preserve her spirit, sending it to the mortal realm.

By then, she had already resolved that as long as Youyou’s spirit could be preserved, nothing else mattered.

Because Shi Yao had forcibly separated her soul, her power was greatly diminished, allowing the cultivation sects to seal her away with ease.

During her seven hundred years on Wuqi Mountain, Shi Yao slowly came to understand the meaning of love and learned many things.

Now, compared to her awkward self from the past, she was much more direct with Fu Rou.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Yao held back her tears and lightly tapped Fu Rou’s nose. “You almost succeeded in changing the subject. Why, after all these years, have you never given me a clear answer? Is it so hard to say you love me?”

All the misunderstandings between them had finally cleared, and both Shi Yao and Fu Rou had endured much suffering to be able to embrace each other like this.

Shi Yao truly longed to hear Fu Rou say it aloud, if only to give her heart some assurance.

She had never learned how to love, so she clumsily sought a promise.

“Of course it’s difficult.” Fu Rou propped herself up slightly on Shi Yao’s arm, speaking with utmost seriousness: “Love is never expressed through words alone, it must be shown through actions. If I asked you to say ‘I love you’ right now, could you actually say it?”

“I love you.”

Shi Yao uttered the words without the slightest hesitation.

Fu Rou choked up.

She realized she truly couldn’t handle it when Shi Yao was this direct.

Seeing Fu Rou frozen in place for a long time, Shi Yao sighed softly and scooped her up into a bridal carry once more.

“I know we might still need a long adjustment period, and I’m not afraid of anything. If you have any requests, you can tell me, I’ll fulfill them.”

Leaning against Shi Yao’s chest, Fu Rou pressed her lips into a thin line and let out a long sigh. “Shi Yao, I’m not deliberately stringing you along. It’s just that everything still feels like a dream to me, so I need some time to fully adjust.”

Shi Yao hummed in agreement, appearing very accommodating. “I know you’ve suffered a lot and need time to recover gradually. I’ll be here with you.”

After gently laying Fu Rou on the bed, Shi Yao sat down beside her, took her small hand, and tucked her in under the covers.

“Get some rest now.”

“Okay.”

Xue Qingxian, pulling Qi Wushuang along, hurriedly drove away after descending the mountain. The cultivators, still trembling, didn’t dare linger nearby and quickly scattered back to their own homes, terrified that the two formidable figures on the mountain might descend again in a foul mood and slaughter them.

Once in the car, Xue Qingxian pulled out his phone and made a call. “Hey, it’s Xue Qingxian. Everything’s fine, don’t worry, they won, and impressively so. They said they’re staying at Wuqi Mountain to undergo their tribulation and told you all to stay put. Oh, and I’ve got an injured immortal here, any way to treat her? They mentioned sending her to Qingxu Temple in Huai City, but that’s quite a journey.”

“An immortal? Immortal Wushuang?” He Qingye’s voice on the other end sounded excited.

“Yeah, that’s the name.”

Ke Fan then took the phone and asked Xue Qingxian, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just inhaled a bit of smoke.”

“Bring her back first. I’ll come over later to check her injuries.”

“Alright.”

Xue Qingxian glanced back at Qi Wushuang, who was still unconscious. The wound on her back had stopped bleeding, but it looked gruesome.

“These immortals really go all out when they fight. What an eye-opener.”