When a Female Alpha Transmigrates into a Book as a Substitute - Chapter 2

“Very well, a familiar address! I like it.”

“You’ve completely lost your mind!”

With a single slash that marred the female lead’s face, she shattered the composure of her former master, lover, and closest friend.

“What gives you the right to speak to Wanwan like that?”

Xiao Jin immediately stepped in front of Lin Wanwan, his gaze icy as he stared at Jiang Xuezhi.

“If it weren’t for Master and me bringing you to Xuantian Sect, you’d still be nothing but a poor girl forced to marry a drunkard. Instead of feeling grateful, you dare compete with Wanwan and even ruin her face?”

“Who do you think you are?”

Xiao Jin swept his eyes over Jiang Xuezhi, his expression utterly contemptuous.

Jiang Xuezhi quickly ran through her mind how long it had been since anyone had dared to look at her so disrespectfully.

The last person who dared to do so now had weeds three meters tall growing over their grave.

Jiang Xuezhi fixed her gaze on Xiao Jin, taking in his appearance and assessing his strength.

The character she had transmigrated into hadn’t even reached the Foundation Establishment stage in cultivation, while Xiao Jin was already close to the Golden Core stage, completely overpowering her. Crushing her would be as easy as squashing an ant.

That was why he dared to speak to her so arrogantly.

“I don’t think being brought here by you is any better than marrying a drunkard.”

Jiang Xuezhi’s slow, deliberate words once again provoked Xiao Jin.

He stared intently at her, observing the face that was so familiar yet now wore an entirely unfamiliar expression.

What he didn’t say was this: How could Jiang Xuezhi think she could just leave?

Even though the real junior sister had returned and this body, suitable for possession, was no longer needed, she absolutely could not be allowed to go.

They could discard her, treat her with disdain, but if she took the initiative to leave, if she abandoned them instead, that was an entirely different matter.

Thinking of her gentle demeanor, Xiao Jin rarely saw such tenderness in the real junior sister.

Lin Wanwan didn’t love him, at least not before her “death.” She certainly liked him, but love? Lin Wanwan probably loved the First Immortal Manor more. The most important thing in her heart was to be admitted into the First Immortal Manor, to bring glory to herself and to Xuantian Sect.

Jiang Xuezhi was different. She had started cultivating midway through her life, having previously been nothing more than a proper young lady from the mortal world, whose most important goal in life was to marry into a good family.

Her horizons were narrow, she had never even seen higher social circles, let alone immortal cultivators.

Almost from the moment she met Xiao Jin and Xie Wangwu, she was completely captivated.

She fantasized about one day marrying an immortal, establishing her footing in this realm of cultivators, and she flattered and fawned over everyone in Xuantian Sect without exception.

No one expected such a person to calmly decide to leave once all the secrets were exposed.

This was a reaction they could not accept.

Xiao Jin took a step forward, looking down at Jiang Xuezhi, then suddenly paused.

Something was wrong.

Had she grown a little taller all of a sudden?

She was almost at eye level with him now.

Xiao Jin found himself lost in her pitch-black pupils. Jiang Xuezhi’s irises were large, with little white visible, making her gaze somewhat intimidating when she looked directly at someone.

In the past, she seemed aware of this and would sneak glances from below, softening her expression.

She never dared to look directly at them, in her heart, and by their behavior, there was a hierarchical gap between them.

An insurmountable class divide separated them. She was “unworthy” of looking them in the eye.

But now, everything had changed.

Jiang Xuezhi met Xiao Jin’s gaze, a faint, sinister smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Why did you bring me back? Isn’t it obvious to everyone? To put it bluntly, you had ulterior motives. I was kept in the dark the entire time, deceived and humiliated by all of you, and you still expect me to be grateful? The fact that I haven’t killed you yet is only because I’m too kind.”

Honestly.

Her hands itched.

She really wanted to kill someone.

Every single person in front of her. Well, forget the female lead. But the rest of them truly deserved to die.

If it weren’t for the limitations of this body’s strength, Jiang Xuezhi would have taken action long ago. How could she tolerate them speaking to her like this?

Xiao Jin, rebuked by her, flushed with anger, his clenched fists betraying his guilt.

Lin Wanwan finally understood everything and felt even more disgusted.

She stepped back, putting distance between herself and Xiao Jin, and said coldly, “I was blind and foolish before, never realizing what kind of people you truly are.”

She had misjudged them.

But what could she do now?

The situation had already reached this point. Years of kindness and gratitude lay before her, and tearing up all ties was the worst outcome. Did they really have to resort to violence?

Lin Wanwan flicked her sleeve dismissively. “Let’s just pretend I never knew any of you and never returned!”

“That day, when I risked my life for the Xuantian Sect in the Desolate Lands, let it count as repayment for all the years of mentorship and upbringing.”

Lin Wanwan declared, “I owe you nothing more!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave, but of course, the others would not let her go.

They had finally gotten her back, how could they bear to let this lost pearl slip away again?

The Sect Master of the Xuantian Sect, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. “Wan, as long as the master-disciple contract between us remains unbroken, you will always be my disciple. That cannot be changed.”

Xie Wang stepped down from the high platform, accompanied by Wu Shuang, who had once been Lin Wanwan’s closest sister.

Wu Shuang’s eyes were brimming with tears, seemingly heartbroken and reluctant to let Lin Wanwan go.

But the incident that had befallen Lin Wanwan was intricately linked to Wu Shuang.

Wu Shuang was also Xie Wang’s disciple. On the surface, she and Lin Wanwan were the best of friends, but in secret, she harbored jealousy.

She didn’t dare to actually harm anyone, but she was capable of standing by and doing nothing to save them.

Wu Shuang never expected that after her junior sister’s “death,” her master would bring back someone so similar to Lin Wanwan to hinder her.

It felt as though, even without Lin Wanwan, there would always be someone else, just not her, Wu Shuang.

Because of this, Wu Shuang had often made things difficult for the substitute. The substitute, submissive by nature, endured the bullying and never dared to complain after being threatened.

She had thought life would continue like this.

But who could have guessed that Lin Wanwan would return alive?

Wu Shuang, consumed by guilt and fear, wished for Lin Wanwan to disappear immediately, hoping she would never reveal how she had stood by and done nothing that day.

Unable to resist stirring the pot, Wu Shuang added, “Wanwan, please don’t blame Master and our senior brothers. They only acted this way because they missed you so much. Even though they often spent time alone with Jiang Xuezhi, it was only because they were thinking of you, not because they had any special feelings for her.”

“Often spent time alone.”

Such an obvious hint.

Anyone who heard it would understand her meaning.

Xie Wang shot Wu Shuang a sidelong glance, his gaze icy. Wu Shuang retreated several steps, not daring to utter another word.

Lin Wanwan burst into laughter.

“How ridiculous.”

She tried to leave but found herself unable to move.

Xiao Jin blocked her path, while the other senior brothers and fellow disciples stood behind her, barring her way.

Lin Wanwan was trapped, unable to take a single step forward.

Jiang Xuezhi watched the scene unfold with a detached gaze. According to the original novel, at this point, Xiao Jin would kneel and plead his case.

He would weep bitterly, begging the female lead to stay, while Xie Wuwang would step forward, adopting an unprecedented humble stance.

Everyone in the sect would apologize and beg the true, universally adored female lead, Lin Wanwan, weeping uncontrollably.

Immediately after, to demonstrate their resolve, they would turn their aggression toward the stand-in.

What Jiang Xuezhi was about to face was Xie Wuwang activating the poison within her body.

In truth, she was already Xie Wuwang’s medicinal puppet. If he truly wished to control her, he didn’t need to use spells, a simple command would suffice.

Meanwhile, Xiao Jin would extract her heart’s blood, fundamentally altering Jiang Xuezhi’s appearance and bloodline, gradually creating differences between her and Lin Wanwan. This way, Lin Wanwan wouldn’t have to look at someone who resembled her so closely.

Soon after, Shen Qingxian, the Alliance Leader of the Immortal Alliance, the man Lin Wanwan had been betrothed to before her accident and nearly became her fiancé, would arrive to support the Heavenly Profound Sect’s arguments.

He would corroborate that they hadn’t sought a stand-in for their own emotional solace but had committed such heinous acts purely for her sake.

Creating a vessel and seizing a soul, these were demonic arts that defied the natural order. For the righteous Heavenly Profound Sect to resort to such methods, wasn’t it all for her?

They had crossed the moral boundaries of cultivation for her, risking the destruction of the sect’s century-long legacy by associating with demons. Lin Wanwan truly shouldn’t leave or sever ties with the sect over this.

The female lead would be morally coerced by Shen Qingxian and ultimately compromise, temporarily remaining in the sect.

The stand-in would then be imprisoned. Before being thrown into the demonic abyss, she would commit a series of actions harming both herself and the female lead, causing the already displeased Lin Wanwan to turn completely against her, sealing her own fate of dying without a proper burial.

Jiang Xuezhi had no intention of experiencing these plot points.

She was certain she had truly entered this book.

Her physical sensations and mental state were real, this was no illusion or mental trap.

She didn’t care about the reason she was sent here, but one thing was clear: until she found a way to leave, this world was hers to play with.

And if she was going to play, she would do it to the fullest and with absolute delight.

Anything that wasn’t enjoyable, she had no interest in experiencing.

Jiang Xuezhi lifted her gaze slightly and saw Xie Wuwang part his lips.

The Heavenly Profound Sect Leader, with his flowing black hair and the appearance of a man in his late twenties, was strikingly handsome and stood with an imposing posture.

Yet his actions were despicable and revolting.

Before he could issue a command to Jiang Xuezhi, she acted first.

Her pupils contracted into vertical slits like those of a beast. The faint scent of rust grew from subtle to overpowering, and the flow of time suddenly slowed to a crawl.

That was the scent of her pheromones.

Everyone who caught a whiff of the rust trembled violently.

“If you want to leave, just leave. Wasting time talking to them will only make it impossible to escape.”

Lin Wanwan thought she heard someone speak, a voice that sounded familiar. It was Jiang Xuezhi.

Her eyes widened slowly as she watched Jiang Xuezhi do something inexplicable. A storm suddenly swirled around the low-level Qi Refining cultivator.

Wherever Jiang Xuezhi’s gaze fell, an invisible, overwhelming force swept through, reducing everything to dust without exception.

Xie Wuwang and Xiao Jin reacted quickly enough to escape the area, avoiding fatal injury, but they were still wounded and left in an uncharacteristically disheveled state.

Wu Shuang and the other disciples were not so fortunate. They were crushed by an unknown force, their bones shattered, and they lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Lin Wanwan stared in stunned disbelief.

“Monster!”

From a distance, Xiao Jin watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help but utter those two words.

Jiang Xuezhi licked her lips, pressed her throbbing temple, and said cheerfully, “Good, a familiar title! I like it.”

Since there was no way to talk things out peacefully and leave unscathed, she might as well let them get a small taste of what it felt like to be crushed by an S-class spiritual power.

Jiang Xuezhi was defying the heavens.

Using her soul’s S-class spiritual power with a body whose spiritual roots had long been corroded and ruined by drugs, and whose cultivation was shallow and weak.

Her spiritual power was already damaged and couldn’t be used lightly. Now, her body couldn’t withstand it either. Even if she managed to kill her opponents, she wouldn’t come out of it unscathed.

But so, what?

Jiang Xuezhi was the notorious “monster” known across the entire star system. She did everything on a whim, without caring about the consequences.

“I’ll be taking everyone’s spirit stones now,” a leisurely voice said amid the chaos, as everyone’s storage pouches were swiftly taken. “Rest assured, to thank you for your financial support, the next time we meet, I will definitely find you an exceptionally well-situated resting place.”

“Farewell.”

As the faint cry of a crane echoed from the horizon, Shen Qingxian arrived in a crane-drawn carriage, passing by Jiang Xuezhi as she fled.

Shen Qingxian didn’t know what had happened at the Xuantian Sect, but something was definitely amiss here.

In the split second they passed each other, he sensed something wrong and went on full alert.

Just as he was about to strike, he met her eyes.

Under the night sky, he saw an exceptionally unique woman.

Dressed in black with her hair loose, she moved with incredible speed, exuding an aura of utter detachment.

Whether it was her gaze, expression, or body language, everything about her conveyed disdain, frivolity, and a cynical disregard.

Especially in that moment she looked at him.

He felt despised.

Shen Qingxian’s hand, poised to draw his sword, froze.