When a Yandere Cannon Fodder Meets a Dark, Twisted Villain - Chapter 25

As the medicinal pill entered her mouth, a fresh fragrance unique to vegetation immediately spread.

Shi Yining leaned over, a few strands of her dark hair falling to brush against the woman’s pale, jade-like cheek. She drew closer slowly; at the moment of soft contact, her long, butterfly-wing eyelashes trembled.

A sweet fragrance was slowly passed through their lips and teeth. Amidst the exchange of breath, the pill gradually dissolved, bringing with it endless vitality.

Shu Mo’s throat moved unconsciously. Her previously limp fingertips twitched, the movement gradually increasing until she slowly gripped the fabric of the clothes at Shi Yining’s waist.

Realizing the person in her arms had awakened, a flash of panic surged within Shi Yining’s heart.

She feared a misunderstanding—that Shu Mo would think she had ulterior motives. Just as she moved to sit up and explain, a slender, jade-like hand that had been gripping her clothes quietly moved to the back of her neck, unceremoniously pinning her within inches of her face.

Suddenly, a nimble tongue flicked between her lips.

After a moment of stunned shock, Shi Yining’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Was Shu Mo… actively seeking a kiss?

“Mph…”

Coming to her senses, Shi Yining began to push back. She did not believe a conscious Shu Mo would do such a thing; there was only one explanation—though she was awake, her consciousness was still blurred, and she didn’t know what she was doing.

However, the force pinning her was immense. Shi Yining, worried that Shu Mo’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, didn’t dare use full strength. The more she pushed, the tighter she was held.

The scent of cold fragrance continuously reached her nose.

In Shi Yining’s eyes, the person forcibly kissing her was now acting with total dominance, showing none of her usual cold and detached demeanor.

As those slender hands began to wander restlessly, Shi Yining’s face flushed a betraying red.

In that moment, Shi Yining bit down lightly with her pearly teeth. The woman lost in the fragrant kiss suddenly furrowed her brow, and the strength of the embrace eased slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, Shi Yining nimbly turned her body and retreated quickly, successfully breaking free from the restraint.

Her arms suddenly empty, Shu Mo’s gaze darkened. Fragmented, disjointed memories abruptly surfaced in her mind.

Looking at the person who had distanced herself, she parted her lips and revealed a rare hint of grievance: “You are hiding from me…”

For some reason, the moment she heard those words, Shi Yining subconsciously thought of Jiang Liuyue.

Despite being two vastly different personalities, she always found herself associating them together…

She had been sucked into the vortex and was likely in another realm now. From now on, she might never see that pestering “evil ghost” again…

A wave of wordless pain welled up from the depths of her heart. She could tell no one; she could only endure it in silence.

Suddenly, her waist tightened. Shi Yining snapped back to her senses and, looking up inadvertently, met a pair of eyes filled with stubbornness.

“Why are you hiding from me?”

The voice was obsessed to the bone, much like that person—as if she wouldn’t stop until she had an answer.

Shi Yining suppressed her chaotic thoughts and replied calmly, “I am grateful to Fellow Daoist Mo for saving me earlier. You were heavily injured and unconscious; I… I was only worried about affecting your recovery. I wasn’t deliberately hiding.”

Shu Mo’s lips pressed thin. “Does Fellow Daoist Shi believe that reason herself?”

Shi Yining steeled her heart and stubbornly lied, “Of course I do!”

Seeing Shu Mo’s expression grow colder, she felt a bit guilty and reached out to gently tug on the other’s cloud-like sleeve.

“Don’t be angry, Fellow Daoist Mo. I know I was wrong…”

In truth, she couldn’t say exactly what she had done wrong. Although she was the one who kissed Shu Mo first, it was to deliver medicine. Shu Mo’s forced kiss, however, was without reason… if not for that, why would she hide?

An angry person is hard to coax, and Shi Yining felt a bit troubled.

After a moment of hesitation, she took out another high-quality healing pill. “Fellow Daoist Mo’s injuries might not be fully healed. Why not take another Resuscitating Pill?”

Shu Mo’s gaze shifted to the soft hand held near her lips. The fingertips glowed with a faint crimson tint, like a freshly bloomed peach petal. The thumb and forefinger were pressed lightly together, holding a snow-white pill, while the remaining three fingers curved elegantly.

Looking further to the wrist, a crystal-clear jade bracelet swayed slightly, making the jade-like hand appear even more slender and flawless.

After watching for a long while, Shu Mo lowered her head slightly and actively swallowed the pill.

A soft sensation passed through instantly, like a butterfly’s wing brushing the water’s surface, stirring unspeakable ripples in Shi Yining’s heart.

She thought Shu Mo would take the pill with her hand, but she hadn’t expected her to swallow it directly like this…

Before she could think further, an ambiguous laugh abruptly reached her ears.

“Truly deep affection. I wonder what the reaction would be if this scene reached Sect Leader Shu Rong.”

“Who is it?”

Vigilance surged in Shi Yining’s heart as she immediately looked around.

However, everything in sight was a desolate wasteland; aside from the two of them, no one else was visible.

Shu Mo seemed to sense something and identified the mastermind behind the scenes in one word:

“Is the Excellence before us Senior Aunt Ruo Ying?”

A cold snort followed immediately. “I was expelled from the sect long ago. I cannot bear the title of ‘Senior Aunt’!”

As soon as the voice fell, a blurry red shadow appeared in the far distance.

Shi Yining looked up. The red shadow walked soundlessly, getting closer and closer until her appearance became clear. Her face carried a paleness that lacked vitality; her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, completely unbound. The corners of her eyes slanted upward slightly, tracing a sharp, fierce arc.

This was a very dangerous person… It made sense; appearing here so calmly, she was likely the one who had pulled them into this world. She couldn’t be a benevolent soul.

In the original book, there were few mentions of Ruo Ying. In her past life, Shi Yining had never met her, so she knew very little.

The woman radiated an extremely powerful pressure; wherever she passed, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Seeing the newcomer, Shu Mo stepped forward half a pace, shielding Shi Yining behind her.

Watching this, Ruo Ying raised a brow and gave a light huff. “Why protect her so much? If I truly wanted to act, you wouldn’t have lived until now.”

The vigilance in Shu Mo’s eyes did not fade. “For a hundred years, the obsession in Senior Ruo’s heart has never vanished. Bringing Fellow Daoist Shi and me to this place is surely for that Blood Sacrifice ritual?”

Ruo Ying answered with a question: “When I was expelled, Mo’er wasn’t even born. I am curious, how did Mo’er recognize me?”

“Because of your voice. There are many Recording Stones in the Dao Transmission Hall, which contain the techniques taught by all seniors of the Soul Transformation stage and above.”

Ruo Ying snorted again. “I forgot about that.”

While being protected by Shu Mo, Shi Yining quickly recalled the original book’s description of Ruo Ying: In a momentary lapse of judgment to resurrect her sister, she committed a great error, harming many innocent people. After being punished, she was ordered by Shu Rong to be permanently expelled from the sect.

“Little girl, what are you thinking about?”

An enchanting voice, like a silver bell, came from behind her. When Shi Yining heard it, she felt a baseless chill.

Ruo Ying was clearly in front of them—who was the person behind her?

Her lips were suddenly covered by a well-defined, slender jade hand. A cold fragrance instantly reached her nose.

“This is the Heart-Bewildering Technique. Do not respond, or you will be pulled into an illusion immediately.”

The familiar voice transmission rang out in her sea of consciousness, like a clear spring flowing through the mountains, making her feel much more at ease.

Shi Yining nodded slightly to show she understood.

Shu Mo held her again, secretly applying a defensive barrier, her gaze fixed straight on the woman opposite them, radiating a bone-chilling coldness.

“Senior Ruo should not target Fellow Daoist Shi.”

Ruo Ying was entirely unafraid. “And if I insist?”

Shu Mo summoned the Eternal Life Sword. “Then there is only one option: to fight!”

Ruo Ying showed a look of pity and shook her head with regret. “A pity. Mo’er is strong, but you are not my match. If you could stand by and watch, perhaps I could let you go. Now, however, I can only let you become a pair of doomed lovers!”

As her voice fell, the woman’s figure vanished abruptly.

Heavy spatial cracks appeared in the surroundings, with blinding light flashing incessantly, making it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

Sensing something, Shu Mo locked onto a specific direction and struck with her sword.

At the same time, the bell-like voice rang in Shi Yining’s ear again.

She remained silent and did not respond. Instead, she took out the Heavenly Star Sword to coordinate with Shu Mo’s offensive to resist the great enemy.

Moments later, the space distorted without warning.

Shi Yining’s face turned pale; her connection with her Natal Dharma Treasure was completely severed in that instant.

Having lost her treasure, she pointed her fingers like a sword and suddenly let out a sharp cry: “Ten Thousand Laws as One, Slay Evil and Eliminate Demons!”

In the void, countless green lotuses suddenly bloomed, turning into streaks of slaughtering intent—matchless sword qi. Everywhere it passed, the righteous aura almost became physical, instantly dispersing the methods laid out by the enemy.

Hidden in the shadows, a trace of surprise appeared on Ruo Ying’s face.

“I underestimated this girl. To think she could master the Heaven-tier Transcendent Secret Method of the Xuanqing Sect that few have realized throughout the generations. If she were also in the Great Transcendence Stage, I would be no match for her. Unfortunately, the gap in cultivation levels is right here… But this is fine; the more excellent the sacrifice, the greater the chance of Sister’s resurrection…”

Ruo Ying stopped holding back and switched to full power. With a flip of her palm, she produced a forest-white Bone Flute.

In the next instant, a burst of eerie sonic waves erupted.

Shu Mo’s eyes sharpened. She quickly carried the spellcasting Shi Yining high into the air, avoiding the invisible threads transformed from the sound waves that were coiling toward them.

“Fellow Daoist Shi, be extremely careful. This is the Soul-Snatching Flute. Once you are entangled by the things formed by the sound waves, your soul will scatter instantly.”

As soon as she spoke, the world suddenly spun.

In the span of a breath, heaven became earth, and earth became heaven.

A cage constructed from the very world itself manifested, locking onto the two embracing figures and shrinking rapidly.

The vision suddenly went dark, making it impossible to see one’s own hand.

Facing the impending unknown danger, Shi Yining subconsciously hugged Shu Mo tightly.

A millennia-old freezing dampness spread from the distance, and her remaining half-full spiritual power was sealed without warning.

The coldness suddenly became exceptionally biting.

Before she began her cultivation path, Shi Yining was very sensitive to cold. Now, without spiritual power to protect her and wearing only thin clothes, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

A wave of warmth suddenly spread across her back, bringing with it a familiar body temperature and that crisp, cold fragrance.

Shu Mo silently took off her black outer robe, gently draped it over Shi Yining’s shoulders, and tucked it in carefully.

Afterward, a slender jade hand slowly covered Shi Yining’s hand hidden in her sleeve. Their fingers naturally slid between each other, interlacing tightly.

“Trust me. We will get out.” The voice was very soft, yet carried an unquestionable firmness.

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