When a Yandere Cannon Fodder Meets a Dark, Twisted Villain - Chapter 40

Ruo Ying rose slowly, her fingertips condensing a dark, spectral incantation.

“I have said all that needs to be said. The longer this is delayed, the more variables will arise.”

Shi Yining composed her chaotic thoughts. Facing her impending death, her expression remained calm. “May I ask how Senior’s blood sacrifice ritual will be conducted?”

A haunting curve tugged at the corner of Ruo Ying’s lips. “I have already sealed your spiritual power. In a moment, I will use a spell to transport you into the secret chamber where my sister’s ice coffin is kept. Once there, the ritual will activate on its own.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a grey teleportation array instantly lit up beneath Shi Yining’s feet.

Her vision blurred abruptly as she was swept into the air. A wave of dizziness washed over her sea of consciousness for a few moments before her feet touched solid ground again. Immediately, an aura of extreme, bone-chilling cold rushed at her from all directions.

This cold was unusual; it possessed a sinister chill that eroded the soul, causing Shi Yining to shudder instinctively.

Before her stood a crystal-clear ice coffin.

Inside lay a woman dressed in white, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall over an ice pillow. Intricate runes were etched into her sleeves, and her hands were folded peacefully over her chest.

Looking at her face, she shared a seventy-percent resemblance with Ruo Ying. Her expression was serene—at a glance, it seemed as though she had merely fallen into a deep sleep.

Unlike what she had imagined, there was no complex sacrificial altar in the room. In this secret chamber, there was only this ice coffin emitting a frostbitten aura.

Before she could think further, a sharp pain suddenly pierced her sea of consciousness. Shi Yining’s vision went black, and she instantly lost consciousness…

Shi Yining had a very long dream.

She dreamed of her past life—starting from her first meeting with Mo’er at the Qunxian Teahouse, all the way to the fall from the cliff that ended that lifetime…

In her previous life, under the interference of the “System,” she had lost the memories of her very first incarnation.

When she woke up then, she was utterly lost. The System nagged in her ear incessantly, assigning her tasks.

The System claimed that everyone’s fate was predetermined at birth, and hers, too, had already been written.

At that time, following the System’s instructions and harboring unknown emotions, Shi Yining went to the Qunxian Teahouse.

Inside that teahouse, she saw a fairy-like woman. Though surrounded by a crowd, her brow held an air of cold detachment, as if she were completely isolated from the world.

Unconsciously, Shi Yining found herself drawn to her.

The System’s voice rang out then, telling her that this fairy was her target for  (affection-targeting/conquest): Shu Mo.

In truth, Shi Yining felt a deep-seated resistance toward the System’s conquest tasks. In her view, matters of the heart should not be treated as a “mission.”

However, the System allowed no room for her to argue. After her memory loss, the System had forced a set of false memories upon her, making her believe she had suffered memory loss due to a cultivation deviation and that the System was the savior who had rescued her.

Faced with the demands of her “savior,” despite her internal resistance, Shi Yining ultimately accepted.

Yet, the moment she met Shu Mo, she suddenly felt that this task might not be so bad… she even began to feel a faint sense of anticipation.

The System told her that to win someone’s heart, she had to appear before them frequently until she became unforgettable.

Shi Yining did exactly that.

After their first encounter at the Qunxian Teahouse, she frequently ran to the Yuehua Sect, bringing various meticulously prepared gifts. She knew Shu Mo was the only daughter of the Yuehua Sect Leader and did not lack spirit stones or magical treasures. Therefore, the gifts she prepared were handmade items that required a vast amount of time.

The first time she went to the Yuehua Sect, her heart was full of trepidation. After waiting for a long time, she finally saw the person she loved. She presented a sachet she had spent two days and nights of sleepless effort embroidering; inside were various spiritual herbs that could calm the mind and assist in meditative cultivation.

The otherworldly “fairy” looked on with indifference. She cast only a single glance at the sachet before averting her eyes.

Later, the sachet she had offered was taken away by Shu Mo’s junior sister, Kong Qing.

Shi Yining wanted to speak up and ask for the sachet back, but… Shu Mo showed no reaction, as if her junior sister had simply taken a trivial, worthless object.

When she realized this fact, her anxiety turned into utter humiliation. She practically fled from the Yuehua Sect.

Upon returning to Xigui Peak, she cried for a long time.

The System appeared to comfort her, saying that one failure meant nothing—as long as she didn’t give up, she would one day move Shu Mo’s heart.

The second visit to the Yuehua Sect happened ten days later.

Through various information channels, she discovered that Shu Mo had once collected Sea Race Spirit Shells. Thus, she spent a fortune to buy a bag of high-quality shells and used fire-and-water-resistant Celestial Silk to craft an exquisite bracelet.

The spirit shells were extremely hard and only the size of a fingernail. While making the bracelet, Shi Yining specifically purchased a gold needle treasure to string them. During the process, the slippery shells caused her much trouble, and her fingertips were pricked by the needle several times, bleeding non-stop.

The day the bracelet was finished, she summoned her courage and went to the Yuehua Sect once more.

At that time, Shu Mo happened to be leaving to handle a sect mission.

She met her at the mountain gate and, with a heart full of nerves, offered the gift again.

After a long silence, Shu Mo accepted the bracelet, but the words she spoke caused Shi Yining’s face to turn pale instantly.

She said: “Do not come again. A cultivator should prioritize the Dao and not indulge in worldly distractions.”

After saying those words, Shu Mo brushed past her and left the mountain gate with a group of her junior sisters.

At that moment, Shi Yining’s mind went blank. Many gazes fell upon her, carrying different meanings—some were scrutinizing, some mocking, but most were simply indifferent.

This time, she did not cry. She merely walked back to the Xuanqing Sect like a walking corpse.

That day, the sun was shining brightly and the weather was warm, yet she felt exceptionally cold.

The System appeared once more, comforting her and telling her not to give up.

She shook her head repeatedly. Shu Mo had already told her not to come to the Yuehua Sect again; with such a blatant rejection, returning would only be asking for humiliation.

Seeing that it could not persuade her, the System began to use her “debt of gratitude” as leverage.

Shi Yining compromised… perhaps because, deep in her heart, a tiny sliver of hope still lingered.

The third visit to the Yuehua Sect took place half a month later.

This time, the System gave her an idea: weave a cloak with water-repelling properties.

The region where the Yuehua Sect was located was often misty and rainy; sunny days like the previous one were rare. Following the System’s advice, Shi Yining went to the marketplace and paid a high price to hire the best weaver to teach her, starting from basic needlework and slowly learning the craft.

At first, due to her lack of skill, she would get halfway through a piece and find it unsatisfactory, so she would unravel it and start over… this process repeated several times.

The weaver could not bear to watch and tried to advise her, saying that for a beginner, what she had woven was already excellent. She told her not to be too harsh on herself—even if it was a gift for someone else, the intention was what mattered. Investing too much only to receive a lukewarm response would only lead to heartbreak.

Shi Yining countered, saying that since it was intended as a gift, she naturally had to give her absolute best; otherwise, her sincerity would be lacking.

The weaver could not win the argument and stayed by her side, watching as she slowly wove, unraveled, and wove again… Half a month passed this way until a cloak she was finally satisfied with was finished.

On her way to the Yuehua Sect with the cloak, Shi Yining encountered a junior sister from her own sect who was wounded after a fierce battle with a demonic beast.

Although she desperately wanted to see Shu Mo sooner, she could not ignore an injured sect member. Thus, she stopped temporarily, fed the girl healing pills, and escorted her all the way back to the Xuanqing Sect.

By the time she set out again and reached the Yuehua Sect, the sun was already setting.

At that moment, Shu Mo’s junior sister, Kong Qing, happened to be at the mountain gate. Seeing her arrive, Kong Qing immediately began to mock her, saying that her Senior Sister had already clearly rejected her, yet she persisted with such shameless pestering.

Shi Yining remained silent. She was afraid that if she argued back and it reached Shu Mo’s ears, it would make her even more disliked.

Kong Qing grew even more aggressive, saying that since it was getting late, her arrival at this hour suggested impure motives—darkly hinting that she intended to use some base method to stay by Shu Mo’s side.

Shi Yining endured it again and again. Just as she was about to speak up in her own defense, Shu Mo appeared.

Cultivators possess keen hearing and sharp eyes; Shi Yining believed Shu Mo must have heard Kong Qing’s words. She thought Shu Mo would reprimand her junior sister, as the words were quite harsh, but… Shu Mo did not.

She merely looked at her coldly, without saying a word, as if the one in the wrong was Shi Yining.

Shi Yining could not bear being looked at that way by the one she loved. She wanted to explain, but Kong Qing spoke first, ordering her to leave.

She stared blankly at Shu Mo, waiting for a single response.

In the end… no answer came.

The Sect Leader of Yuehua appeared and took Shu Mo inside the sect. She watched helplessly as that person walked away without a single backward glance. Her heart felt as though it were being pierced by countless needles, a dense and spreading pain.

She stayed outside the mountain gate for a long time before leaving in a daze… Halfway back, a figure in black suddenly lunged out from nowhere and snatched the cloak away without a word.

At that time, her mind was in such disarray that she failed to catch the thief.

Half a month of her heart’s blood and effort had vanished into nothing.

That night, a great rain fell.

Just like that, she walked alone through the rain, letting the water soak her clothes. The night rain was cold against her skin, but no matter how cold it was, it could not compare to the coldness in her heart.

Returning to Xigui Peak and pushing open the door to her quarters, Shi Yining saw her Master, who was supposed to be at Qinghe Peak.

Seeing the worry reflected in her Master’s eyes, her tears finally betrayed her and fell.

Her Master spoke many words to her—words of comfort and words of admonition. She took them to heart.

After her Master left, the System appeared again, nagging her not to give up.

She was disheartened and did not respond.

The System repeatedly emphasized that this was her mission; no matter what treatment she endured, she had to complete it.

Those words repeated incessantly, not stopping for a moment. Shi Yining had no way to block the System out and was kept awake for several days, unable to sleep or even practice her cultivation.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, she said she would try one last time. If it did not succeed, the mission would end. If the System did not agree, she would resist until the bitter end.

The System compromised.

The fourth visit to the Yuehua Sect was one month later.

Even though she no longer harbored expectations, Shi Yining still poured all her effort into preparing the gift.

She brought a painting.

The painting depicted a cold, peerless fairy standing atop the clouds with a sword in hand… That painting never reached Shu Mo’s hands. Instead, it fell with her into the depths of Yunze Lake…

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