When a Yandere Cannon Fodder Meets a Dark, Twisted Villain - Chapter 45

The moment she stepped into the Great Profound Dao Realm, a pure aura unique to nature rushed toward her.

As far as the eye could see, mountains rose in undulating layers, draped in thin mist that lent the landscape the ethereal beauty of a fairyland. The sound of gurgling water reached her ears; mountain waterfalls cascaded down into streams so clear one could see the bottom, while the banks were carpeted in emerald grass.

Sunlight filtered through the thin cloud layer, warm but not scorching. Occasionally, a stray bird would streak across the sky, leaving behind a string of clear, melodious cries that added a touch of vitality to the scene.

There was none of the oppression or blood-scent of the Demon Realm here, nor the noise and strife of the mortal world—only a natural symphony of mountains and rivers, like a paradise hidden from the world.

Shi Yining withdrew her distant gaze. Her expression was calm as she pressed her fingers together like a sword and traced gestures in the air. Spiritual light flowed from her fingertips as she silently cast a series of complex incantations.

The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth surged in response.

Hundreds of emerald-green spirit bamboos sprouted from the earth, and several ancient trees of varying postures answered her call, gathering in mid-air. As if arranged by an invisible hand, they were precisely aligned and tightly fitted, beams and pillars connecting seamlessly.

Amidst the swirling spiritual light, the bamboo and wood interlocked and descended.

In less than a few breaths, an elegant and secluded bamboo cottage sat quietly by the stream. The cottage used spirit bamboo for pillars and ancient wood for beams; the roof was covered in a thick layer of bamboo tiles with slightly upturned eaves. It looked simple and natural, blending perfectly with the surrounding scenery.

Behind her, the closing spatial entrance suddenly fluctuated. Ruo Nian entered this realm, bringing her younger sister, Ruo Ying, with her.

Shi Yining, cradling the person in her arms, walked slowly toward the newly built bamboo cottage. As she walked, she offered a reminder: “This new world is transformed from profound arts; it can be maintained for half a month at most.”

Upon hearing this, Ruo Ying immediately asked, “What happens after half a month?”

Shi Yining did not stop her pace. “According to the ancient texts recording these arts, after half a month, we will return to the original world, appearing randomly in a specific region.”

As she finished speaking, the door to the bamboo cottage closed.

Currently, she had no heart to say much to others; she only wanted to quickly help Mo’er recover from her injuries and restore her spiritual power.

Outside the cottage, Ruo Nian mused, “Though the Cultivation Realm and the Demon Realm are separated by a barrier, they are both essentially part of the Canglan World. This means that in half a month, we might return directly to the Cultivation Realm…”

A trace of a smile appeared on Ruo Ying’s face. “If that is the case, it would be for the best. The Demon Lord has already moved against us. If we return to the Demon Realm then, our lives will be forfeit. Returning to the Cultivation Realm is also dangerous, but with our strength, as long as we aren’t subjected to a large-scale siege, we can protect ourselves.”

Ruo Nian turned slowly, her gaze falling on her sister. She raised her hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Ruo Ying’s temple. Her movements were tender, but her tone was seriously non-negotiable. “A-Ying, when the timing is right, you must properly apologize to Ning’er for your past actions.”

Ruo Ying took the opportunity to lean her forehead against her sister’s shoulder, showing the same reliance she had as a child.

She remained silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, “Sister is right. If Ning’er hadn’t used a secret method to break the cage this time, neither of us would have escaped the Demon Lord’s grasp. Don’t worry, Sister; I will not dodge any of the guilt or responsibility I should bear.”

Ruo Nian’s eyes flickered. After a long silence, she finally let out a soft sigh.

“When the time comes, I will apologize together with A-Ying.”

“Sister!” Ruo Ying looked up abruptly, urgency flooding her eyes.

“Say no more.” Ruo Nian shook her head gently, stopping her sister’s impending protest.

“That year, A-Ying strayed into the wrong path and practiced that Blood Sacrifice art. Ultimately, it was all because of me. As your older sister, I cannot escape blame. No matter how Ning’er wishes to deal with us in the future, we sisters should face it together. This is the responsibility we ought to bear.”

Ruo Ying stared blankly at her sister’s calm profile. Her nose suddenly felt a sharp sting of sorrow. A thousand words choked in her throat, and in the end, she only grasped her sister’s hand and nodded heavily.

Inside the bamboo cottage, Shi Yining flicked her wide sleeves, taking a couch covered in thick cloud-brocade from her storage ring. She walked over carefully, still holding Mo’er.

As she approached, she placed the person in her arms gently onto the couch, her fingertips brushing against the slightly cool back of a hand.

Shu Mo lay quietly. Her raven hair fell like a waterfall, making her complexion appear even paler.

Previously, to save her beloved, she had first blocked the aftershocks of the collapsing space, then transformed her entire life’s cultivation into a Nine-Turn True Profound Pill, delivering it through her lips. Now, she possessed no spiritual power and was heavily injured. Those bright eyes, which usually held a clear radiance, were now weakly half-closed; her long lashes trembled, casting a fragile shadow beneath her eyes.

Looking at her beloved in such a state, Shi Yining felt as if her heart were being pricked by needles, a fine and dense pain throbbing within.

With a wave of her sleeve, all the healing medicinal pills manifested before her.

Without hesitation, she picked up one of them, placed it in her own mouth, and slowly leaned down…

The moment she covered those pale, cool lips, her tongue gently pried open the teeth, slowly delivering the medicinal liquid—which had been dissolved using spiritual energy—into the other’s mouth.

Her movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting the person on the couch.

The medicine tasted bitter, spreading through their mouths, but Shi Yining was completely oblivious to it. Her entire heart and mind were tethered to the person in her arms. She clearly felt a weak swallow and could feel a hint of warmth gradually returning to those cool lips. This tiny change caused a glimmer of hopeful tears to flash in her eyes.

After delivering the last pill, Shi Yining did not pull away. Instead, she remained leaned over, her forehead gently resting against her beloved’s brow. Feeling the other’s breathing gradually stabilize, her taut nerves finally began to relax piece by piece.

Scalding tears slid silently down her cheeks. “Mo’er… you must get well soon…”

In a state where her spiritual power was entirely depleted, even with the aid of medicinal pills, the recovery of her injuries remained agonizingly slow.

Gazing at Shu Mo’s still-pale sleeping face, Shi Yining did not hesitate. She gently took those cool hands into hers, palms meeting, fingers slowly interlocking.

Warm spiritual energy surged from her dantian, flowing through her meridians and passing through their touching skin, slowly transferring to her beloved like a trickling stream.

During this process, she was extremely careful to control the intensity and flow of the energy, fearing that the slightest slip might shock the fragile, broken meridians. Because of this, the process was immensely taxing on her mind and soul…

Sunrise and sunset passed; two days vanished in the blink of an eye.

Inside the bamboo cottage, Shi Yining maintained the transfer of spiritual energy without a single moment of rest.

To break the cage earlier, she had forcibly manifested the Great Profound Dao Realm, a technique far beyond her current cultivation level. This had already exhausted her spiritual power; combined with this reckless, day-and-night depletion, her forced endurance finally reached its limit.

In the middle of the second night, as Shi Yining guided the last wisp of gentle energy into her beloved’s meridians, her sea of consciousness suddenly spun. Her vision began to blur…

Before her consciousness slipped into darkness, she exhausted her final thread of strength to place Mo’er’s hand gently back onto the couch. She tucked the corner of the quilt around her, her fingertips lingering affectionately across that jade-like face before finally dropping powerlessly.

In the next instant, Shi Yining’s body went limp, and she collapsed against the edge of the soft couch, falling into a deep, heavy slumber…

Shi Yining slept very deeply.

When she regained consciousness, she was wrapped in a melting warmth so comfortable she almost didn’t want to wake up.

Slowly opening her eyes, her blurred vision gradually cleared… She was currently being held tenderly in someone’s arms, the familiar, crisp, cold fragrance lingering around her nose.

Subconsciously, she looked up, meeting a pair of eyes filled with a gentle smile.

“Mo’er…”

Unlike before she had fainted, Shu Mo’s face was no longer pale. Her lips were slightly flushed, revealing a startling beauty.

The black robe she wore had somehow loosened; the collar was slightly open, revealing her fair, exquisite collarbones. Her ink-black hair was unbound, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, with a few stray strands sliding playfully into her open neckline.

Shi Yining’s gaze instinctively followed that smooth neckline downward, but when she touched upon the half-hidden scenery deeper beneath the robes, she stopped abruptly. A startling heat surged across her face, and even the tips of her ears turned a deep crimson.

She averted her eyes in a panic, her heart thumping like a drum.

Right then, a gentle kiss fell like a feather against the side of her turned face—a soft, warm touch filled with treasure and pity.

“Ning’er… you suffered for me.”

The voice was low and husky, carrying a hint of weakness from her recent recovery, but it was saturated with undisguised heartache.

Warm breath brushed against her bangs, making Shi Yining’s heart race even faster.

“Why is Ning’er unwilling to look at me?”

Seeing that the person in her arms kept her head turned—even her earlobes flushed with a tempting scarlet—Shu Mo was stunned for a moment. Then, she suddenly realized something. The corners of her lips curled upward into a playful, light laugh.

In the next instant, she took her beloved’s jade-like hand. With a firm yet infinitely gentle guidance, she led that warm palm to rest slowly against the soft rise of her own chest.

The thin fabric could not block the delicate sensation and warm body temperature. Shi Yining’s fingertips trembled, and she instinctively tried to withdraw, but she was held firmly in place.

Shu Mo leaned down, moving close to her flushed ear. When she spoke again, her voice carried a trace of teasing, “Between Ning’er and me, do we still need to avoid intimacy?”

The moist, warm breath brushed against her sensitive ear. Shi Yining’s body trembled slightly. She bit her lip, forcing herself to stay calm as she stubbornly countered, “O-Of course we do!”

“Oh?” A playful smile played on Shu Mo’s lips. “Then since Ning’er is in my arms right now and we are sharing a bed… according to Ning’er’s logic, shouldn’t we avoid each other here too?”

Shi Yining was so choked by these blunt words that she felt both shy and annoyed. Her cheeks were so red they looked ready to drip blood.

She struggled to sit up. “If Mo’er is unwilling, I… I will go build another house immediately!”

Before she could finish, she was suddenly pulled into a tight, irresistible embrace.

The hug was so close it made her feel breathless, carrying a sense of preciousness and lingering fear, as if something lost had been regained.

“You are not allowed to leave me!”

A voice, obsessed to the bone, rang in her ear. it carried total possessiveness and a sliver of unnoticeable panic; the previous teasing and laughter had vanished completely.

“I wish for Ning’er to be by my side every moment, never to be separated for even a second… how could I be unwilling?”

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