When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 53.1

Fú Níng had not expected her to act so suddenly, and for a moment, she forgot to push her away. It wasn’t until a soft object slid into her mouth that she became aware of her action and fiercely slapped Jiāng Yān.

The blow landed hard, leaving Jiāng Yān badly stunned. Spiritual power surged within her body, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, weakly collapsing onto the ground.

Fú Níng’s expression shifted as she stared at her palm, momentarily stunned. When did Chán Yuè become this weak?

Jiāng Yān took a moment to recover, climbed back up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked directly at Fú Níng without any hesitation.

“Does this prove it now?”

From Fú Níng’s words, it was clear that she was on hostile terms with the person named Chán Yuè, and such an action was enough to prove that she was not her.

However, why did she have to use this method to prove it? Jiāng Yān was a little confused.

At that moment, nothing else crossed her mind. The first instinct she had upon seeing that cold, aloof face was this.

Some people, even if they were utterly stubborn, felt soft when kissed.

Fú Níng’s expression was complicated. She turned and walked further inside.

Chán Yuè would certainly not act like this; she despised her too much, so how could she possibly kiss her?

This woman merely possessed a face similar to Chán Yuè’s; in all other respects, she was far inferior to Chán Yuè.

She refused to believe that Chán Yuè had truly died. She must have conspired with those cunning deities of Mount Xūmí to mislead her.

Jiāng Yān followed behind her, intending to tug on her sleeve as she normally would, but her outstretched hand hesitated.

Her Senior Sister would protect her, but the person before her would not. She even felt that if she dared to pull her sleeve, this woman would not hesitate to give her another slap.

I’m scared, I’m scared.

Better to be discreet; I’ll just follow her out.

Fú Níng paced back and forth, circling in place. Although the main mountain appeared very close, she simply could not approach it.

After half an hour of this, she completely lost her patience. She summoned the sword in her hand and swung it out.

The main mountain was hit by a massive spiritual power attack, and the divine power on it pulsed twice, deflecting Fú Níng’s power back at her.

Fú Níng was unable to withstand the backlash and was forced back several steps, only to be caught just in time by Jiāng Yān.

“Senior Sister, are you alright?”

Jiāng Yān looked at the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, a touch of worry in her eyes.

Fú Níng violently pushed her away, her gaze sharp and cold. “Do not call me Senior Sister! You are unworthy!”

A fake who possessed Chán Yuè’s face—having her by her side only made her feel disgusted.

Jiāng Yān’s mouth hung open. She wanted to say something but could not. She knew very well in her heart that the person before her was no longer her outwardly cold but inwardly warm Senior Sister.

Yet, she was still deceiving herself, unwilling to believe it was true.

Her Senior Sister’s pupils were black, like obsidian, translucent and utterly pure.

The pupils of the person before her were red, flickering with a murderous aura, and her eyes were entirely devoid of warmth.

She now somewhat understood why the Divine Oracle had directed her to dissolve Fú Níng’s malice. It turned out this ‘Fú Níng’ was not that ‘Fú Níng’.

Jiāng Yān released Fú Níng and stood respectfully to one side, looking down in silence.

Fú Níng wiped the blood from her lips with her thumb and swung her sword again, resulting in the same outcome as before. This time, Jiāng Yān did not catch her, and she fell to the ground.

Jiāng Yān turned to glance at her and pursed her lips, but then noticed that the exit seemed to be getting smaller.

Is there a time limit for the exit? she wondered, and when Fú Níng swung her sword for a third time, her suspicion was confirmed.

It was indeed gradually shrinking. If they delayed any further, it might revert to its original state and trap them inside again. It was better not to waste time here.

“The exit seems to be getting smaller. It’s not safe to stay here for long. Should we leave first?”

She offered a small suggestion, but received only Fú Níng’s ice-cold stare in return.

Jiāng Yān’s temper flared. She directly used her spiritual power to restrain Fú Níng, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flew outwards.

You treat me like a sick cat because the tiger won’t roar! Not only am I going to take you out today, but I’m also going to have my way with you while you’re weak. What are you going to do about it?

Thinking this, she did just that.

After leaving Mount Xūmí, she placed Fú Níng—who was spiritually drained from the divine power backlash—beneath a large tree, leaned down, and kissed her.

This time, she was savage, biting whatever she could find, and soon a scent of blood filled her mouth.

Fú Níng was forced to open her mouth, enduring the wrath of Jiāng Yān. The dark red color in her pupils began to spread across her entire eyes.

“Do you know the consequences of provoking me?”

She pushed Jiāng Yān away, gripping the back of her neck, and spoke word by word.

It was a perfectly normal question, but Jiāng Yān felt as though her life was instantly forfeit. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and declared with a martyr’s courage, “If you want to kill me, then kill me! Why waste so much time talking!”

A quick end is better than prolonged suffering. I’ll be a great hero in the next mission.

Fú Níng scrutinized her, tracing her gaze from her trembling eyelashes down to her plump, red lips. A flicker of desire crossed her crimson eyes.

Very good. Using Chán Yuè’s face to seduce her is undeniably an excellent tactic.

Jiāng Yān did not feel Fú Níng kill her. Instead, her lips were met by a softness, and something slid in like a nimble snake.

Unlike her own clumsy aggression, the other person’s technique was infinitely better.

This process lasted for a long time—so long that she became completely lost in it, entirely failing to notice that her clothes had been stripped away.

“It hurts so much.”

Tears welled up in Jiāng Yān’s eyes, and a blush colored her cheeks, making Fú Níng even less able to control herself.

She kissed away Jiāng Yān’s tears and said gently, “It will stop hurting soon. Just bear with it, okay?”

Jiāng Yān nodded instinctively, like a ghost, and bit Fú Níng’s shoulder.

She couldn’t recall clearly what happened later; she only knew that a certain person, who looked so aloof and pure, was actually deeply unfulfilled, demanding her again and again.

“She really isn’t Chán Yuè?”

A pleasant male voice reached them, and Jiāng Yān slowly became sober.

“No. Stop guessing wildly. If you have nothing better to do, go carry the manure from the village entrance.”

Hearing this, Jiāng Yān nearly burst into laughter. When the sound of the door closing rang out, she slowly opened her eyes, immediately meeting Fú Níng’s gaze.

Emmm…

What should she say in this situation?

Before she could think of anything, Fú Níng spoke first.

“I will give you a sum of money. Take the money and leave. You can live the rest of your life comfortably and without worry, no matter where you go.”

Jiāng Yān: “???”

Pulling up her trousers and denying the person?

She was filled with both fury and resentment. Ignoring the pain in her body, she grabbed the pillow on the other side and hurled it at Fú Níng.

“Do you have any humanity?! A beautiful young woman like me is taken advantage of by you, and now you’re offering me this?! Is this something that money can solve?!”

Fú Níng absorbed the pillow strike and looked at her face, which was shaking and tear-stained from crying, swallowing the words that were about to come out.

It was true that she had acted impulsively and made a mistake, so she would forgive her lack of respect.

“Then what else do you want? Apart from money, I can fulfill any other request, as long as it’s not too excessive.”

Jiāng Yān used the bed curtain to wipe her tears, and while still sobbing, she asked, “Really?”

Fú Níng nodded.

“Then I want you to marry me,” Jiāng Yān demanded righteously. “In our mortal world, a man must take responsibility if he deprives a woman of her purity. If you marry me, we will be a proper, officially recognized husband and wife, and… doing that will be perfectly justifiable.”

Fú Níng’s heart stirred slightly. She grabbed Jiāng Yān’s chin and stared directly at her, her eyes full of scrutiny.

“Was this what you were aiming for, to lure me in repeatedly?”

Jiāng Yān had a question mark on her face. When did I lure you in? Wasn’t all that just to vent?

Seeing her remain silent, Fú Níng assumed she had guessed correctly. She gave a cold snort, flung Jiāng Yān’s face away, and her voice became icy. “Tell me, what is your objective? Did the Divine Clan send you to be a spy by my side, or do you have some conspiracy of your own?”

Jiāng Yān said nothing, merely letting out a silent sigh.

Forget it. You can never wake a person who pretends to be asleep. What’s the point of all this suspicion?

She tugged at the blanket, covering her neck, which was covered in bruises, hickies, and bite marks, and spoke in a small, weak voice, “Please hand me my clothes.”

Fú Níng was puzzled but tossed the clothes hanging on the screen to her, feeling disdainful in her heart.

I wonder what new trick she’s planning now. This woman truly has too many schemes.

Jiāng Yān put on her clothes, got out of bed, and walked up to Fú Níng, looking at her with a calm expression. “For a person like you, I can’t be bothered to resolve your malice. You can just suffer the consequences yourself.”

Whether she lived or died was none of her business. Whoever wanted that damn mission could have it.

As soon as these words were spoken, a peculiar emotion flashed through Fú Níng’s heart. She wanted to say something, but her mind went completely blank.

Jiāng Yān left immediately after speaking. Her steps were too wide, pulling at her inner thighs, making her wince in pain.

What an animal! He just got a free ride!

She hadn’t gone far when Fú Níng’s cold voice came from behind her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Jiāng Yān continued walking without looking back, treating her words as mere hot air.

Fú Níng received no answer, growing increasingly irritable. Seeing that Jiāng Yān was about to reach the door, she finally couldn’t help but make a move, pulling her back.

“I asked you a question. Where are you going?”

Jiāng Yān struggled twice, but upon realizing the disparity in their power, she gave up. She said with a mocking tone, “That’s strange. Didn’t you tell me to leave just now? Why are you unhappy now that I’m going?”

“I’m not unhappy. I’m just asking where you’re going.” Fú Níng was, in fact, unhappy, but she refused to admit it.

Jiāng Yān gave a cold laugh, turned to look at her, her eyes blazing with anger. “I’ll go wherever I please. What concern is it of yours?”

Fú Níng did not release her. Instead, she inexplicably smiled and reversed her grip, flinging her onto the bed.

She unfastened her belt, took off her outer robe, and began to untie the inner garment’s laces.

The slow, methodical movements made a sense of danger rise in Jiāng Yān. She covered her chest with both hands and warned, “What are you trying to do? I’m still injured, you beast!”

The smile on Fú Níng’s lips widened. She braced her arms on the bed, trapping Jiāng Yān in her embrace.

Jiāng Yān tightly closed her eyes. She waited for a long time, but the kiss never came, nor did Fú Níng make any other movement.

“???” What the heck is this feigned attack supposed to mean?

She opened her eyes, glared at Fú Níng, and secretly cursed herself for being weak, as she had even felt a tiny bit of anticipation just now.

Anticipation, my foot!

Fú Níng leaned in close until their noses touched and their breaths mingled.

“What were you anticipating?”

Jiāng Yān would never admit it. She stubbornly retorted, “Anticipate what? I was just thinking about how to bite you to death!”

Fú Níng chuckled softly, resting her head on the side of Jiāng Yān’s neck.

Laugh my foot off!

Jiāng Yān felt extremely embarrassed and impatiently pushed her. “Get off me! Don’t block me, Your Lordship, from exploring the world!”

Fú Níng raised her head and gave her a slight eyebrow raise. In the blink of an eye, their positions had been reversed.

Jiāng Yān lay obediently on the bed, while Fú Níng was beside her, both covered by the same blanket.

Jiāng Yān was utterly speechless. What exactly does this dog want? First, she told me to leave, and now she’s doing this.

I’m genuinely going crazy from this split personality! Save me!

“What exactly do you want? Are you deliberately messing with my head? Fine, give me the money. Once you give me the money, we’ll be even. From now on, we owe each other nothing, and you can’t tell me where to go.”

The moment Jiāng Yān finished speaking, Fú Níng reached out a long arm and pulled her into her embrace. Her chest was directly against Jiāng Yān’s face.

Jiāng Yān was instantly at a loss for words.

Damn you, Fú Níng, using this move!

Too ruthless!

Fú Níng was very satisfied with this situation. With a faint smile curling her lips, she closed her eyes.

A moment ago, her mind was unclear, making her think that this woman with Chán Yuè’s face was harboring ill intentions. But when she truly started to leave, a profound sense of loss welled up in her heart, as if she were about to lose something important.

The moment she held her, she understood. Since Jiāng Yān was already hers, she had to keep her by her side. No matter how things might unfold in the future, she would never let go of her hand again.

She would absolutely not allow history to repeat itself. What was hers was hers, even if it meant destroying the order of heaven and earth. She would stop at nothing.

Jiāng Yān’s long eyelashes fluttered, creating a ticklish sensation on Fú Níng’s chest. She said faintly, “Close your eyes and sleep. If you move again, I won’t be able to control myself.”

Jiāng Yān: “???” Be reasonable! I haven’t even taken a deep breath!

However, she still closed her eyes. It was one of her passive skills to feel sleepy the moment her head hit the pillow.

Fú Níng was quite pleased with this. She gently rubbed the top of Jiāng Yān’s head and closed her own eyes.

The two slept soundly, but the main hall of the Jiǔ Yīn Cult was in an uproar.

Jiǔ Yè Xī was furious. She kicked over several tables and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Chī Jié.

“I want to see Yān Yān! If you don’t let me see her, I’ll cause a scene here every day until you’re fed up!”

Chī Jié’s expression remained unchanged. He pulled out a fluffy tail from somewhere and began to toy with it.

“It seems eight tails are still too many.”

Jiǔ Yè Xī instinctively covered her backside and warned, “You promised only one. You can’t go back on your word.”

“Heh heh, are you talking about honor to a demon?”

Jiǔ Yè Xī looked at Chī Jié’s expression and retreated another step. She had seen Chī Jié’s shamelessness. It was truly impossible to reason with him; in the end, it always came down to brute force, and since she couldn’t defeat him, she could only let him bully her.

“I don’t care! I must see Yān Yān! If you don’t let me, I’ll just stay here and never leave!”

She sat down on the floor, a stubborn look on her face. Chī Jié glanced at her and continued to pretend to doze with his hand propped up.

“Suit yourself. As long as you can make it in alive, I won’t stop you.”

He was aware of Fú Níng’s petty jealousy. Ten thousand years ago, she wouldn’t even allow anyone to exchange extra words with Chán Yuè, and now she was even more excessive—not even a glance was permitted.

He certainly dared not let Jiǔ Yè Xī in, or he would be punished by association.

Jiǔ Yè Xī sat for a while, then quietly got up, walked over to Chī Jié, and whispered, “Foster Father?”

Chī Jié did not react, seemingly fast asleep.

A look of delight flashed across Jiǔ Yè Xī’s face. She tiptoed toward the back courtyard. Chī Jié’s lips curled up, and he lightly tapped his finger.

This child has never experienced hardship since she was young. It will be good for her to suffer a little. That way, she’ll know how good her Foster Father is.

Jiǔ Yè Xī was intimately familiar with the Jiǔ Yīn Cult. She headed straight for the most luxurious room. Pushing the door open, she saw Fú Níng staring at her with an icy expression. In her arms, Jiāng Yān was sleeping soundly, even managing to rub against Fú Níng’s arm.

This…

Didn’t Foster Father say that Jiāng Yān was in the room alone? Why is Fú Níng here too?

But the Fú Níng before her didn’t quite resemble the one she had seen before. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly how, but she only felt that this one had a much stronger presence, exerting an inexplicable pressure.

“I came to see Yān Yān,” she said, holding her breath and forcing herself to continue.

Fú Níng’s gaze was as cold as ever, and it grew even colder when she heard the name “Yān Yān.”