Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

“Do you have anything else on you? Let me see.” Luo Jinxiao said as she tried to peek inside her robes, but Qu Weiyin stopped her by pressing her down onto the chaise lounge, immobilizing her.

“Don’t touch me!” she said shyly.

Luo Jinxiao didn’t stay there for long. She went down the mountain to help clean the battlefield and dispel the demonic energy. Her effortless use of divine power sped up the progress.

The disciples who saw her all had a hint of awe in their expressions, each bowing their heads and greeting her respectfully. This made Luo Jinxiao feel a little overwhelmed.

The sun soon set, drawing a long, orange-yellow streak across the sky from north to south. The sky was high and the clouds were thick, a scene of peace, as if the great battle had never happened.

Luo Jinxiao repaired the broken white jade pillars at the entrance before slowly walking towards the Wuhui Palace. The injured disciples had already been carried back to their rooms, and a group of elders and the Sect Leader of the Baiyue Sect were gathered there, discussing something.

Luo Jinxiao didn’t want to disturb them, so she just stood at the door and listened.

“This time, a hundred disciples were injured, and more than a dozen died, including Elder Liu, who still hasn’t woken up. Our Wuhui Sect has suffered a heavy blow.” Elder Mei, with her youthful face and white hair, said sadly.

“Fortunately, Wuzhong City is guarded by many noble families. Although they were attacked by demons, with them there, the losses weren’t too great.” The Sect Leader of the Baiyue Sect said.

Luo Jinxiao was listening intently when suddenly someone tapped her on the back. She turned around to see Tang Lan’er.

“Why aren’t you going in?” Tang Lan’er asked, “I heard what you did when I arrived. Single-handedly routing the demon race – your name will likely spread across the world.”

“I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. It was all thanks to Junior Shishu and the others.” Luo Jinxiao shook her head.

She quietly left Wuhui Palace, not wanting to be discovered. If she was asked about her divine power, it would be difficult to explain.

Tang Lan’er followed her, looking worried: “Now, it’s not just the Wuhui Sect that’s affected, but other places as well. We saw many villages and towns plagued by demons on our way here. Those demons are much fiercer than usual. Although they’re nothing to cultivators, ordinary people have suffered greatly. I think this chaos won’t settle down anytime soon.”

As Luo Jinxiao listened to her, her heart gradually grew heavy. Demons reproduce so quickly, how could they be eradicated just by killing them?

Someone from the Baiyue Sect came to call Tang Lan’er back. She looked at Luo Jinxiao reluctantly, bid farewell, and turned to leave. Luo Jinxiao walked up the mountain alone.

She wanted to go to the Sect Leader and check on Elder Liu.

The Sect Leader’s flower garden had been disturbed. It seemed to have sensed the demonic energy, and all the petals had fallen overnight, covering the ground like a fragrant blanket. However, looking at the bare branches, it felt somewhat desolate.

Luo Jinxiao knocked on the door, and this time it was the Sect Leader who opened it. Her face was almost transparent, and her hair was disheveled and lose.

Seeing Luo Jinxiao, she forced a smile and motioned for her to come in.

The courtyard was empty. Luo Jinxiao felt something was wrong and asked, “Sect Leader, where is my master?”

“Still unconscious.” The Sect Master poured her a cup of tea.

Luo Jinxiao couldn’t let the Sect Leader pour tea for her personally, so she quickly reached out to stop her and grabbed the teapot to fill her own cup.

A bad feeling enveloped her as she looked around, searching for the old woman.

“Don’t look for her, she’s passed away.” The Sect Leader said flatly, as if she were talking about something ordinary.

Luo Jinxiao’s hand holding the teacup froze. Something seemed stuck in her throat, leaving her speechless.

“I discovered it when I returned this morning. She was lying in the flower grove, using the ground as her bed, covered in fallen petals,” the Sect Leader said, her glass-like eyes gazing towards the darkening horizon.

“She had a premonition. She cleaned the house thoroughly, leaving nothing behind.”

“She followed me since my youth. Her cultivation wasn’t high; living this long with me was already beyond her natural lifespan.” The Sect Leader’s voice was faint and indistinct.

Luo Jinxiao felt her heart tighten. She suddenly thought, if she were like the Sect Leader, watching her loved ones leave one by one, how lonely and sorrowful it would be.

“You don’t have to look at me like that. I’m used to it.” The Sect Leader shook her head. “Now, tell me, where did your divine power come from?”

Luo Jinxiao recounted the events that transpired within the Divine Soul Lamp, omitting nothing this time.

After listening with a frown, the Sect Leader said, “You were trapped within the divine consciousness. You must have been sealed within the Divine Soul Lamp along with that divine soul.”

“So, that woman appeared to save me?” Luo Jinxiao asked in surprise.

“Perhaps,” the Sect Master nodded. “Or maybe she deliberately allowed you to merge with the divine soul, and you managed to escape on your own.”

Luo Jinxiao felt very confused.

“Regardless, remember this: for every gain, there is a loss. The strongest are often the loneliest.” The Sect Master said wistfully.

Looking into her eyes, Luo Jinxiao felt that these words held a deeper meaning.

After checking on Elder Liu and leaving the Sect Leader’s courtyard, it was already late. The mountain was silent. Luo Jinxiao returned to her room without disturbing anyone else.

The next morning, she was abruptly awakened by Lu Fanzhi shaking her shoulder vigorously.

Luo Jinxiao’s dark eyes rolled back into her head as she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Stop sleeping!” Lu Fanzhi cried anxiously, slapping her. “Go quickly and see your Junior Shishu! She’s being cornered at the main gate by those so-called righteous sects, who want to take her away!”

Upon hearing Qu Weiyin’s name, Luo Jinxiao immediately jumped out of bed, her eyes turning cold. She grabbed her sword from the bedside and strode towards the door, her long black hair automatically twisting into a half-bun.

“Wait for me!” Lu Fanzhi threw on her outer robe and chased after her.

At the foot of Wuhui Sect’s towering white jade pillars, a large crowd had gathered. Qu Weiyin stood alone in the center. She seemed angered; the mark on her forehead glowed like a precious gem, visible even in daylight.

Facing her were several fat men dressed in gold and silver. One of them even held a demon-subduing rope. Despite their numbers, none of them dared to make a move under Qu Weiyin’s gaze.

“Clan Leader Qu, we are acting under the orders of the Celestial Authority. You have succumbed to demonic cultivation and can no longer remain among ordinary cultivators. This is against the natural order.” The man holding the demon-subduing rope bowed obsequiously.

Qu Weiyin simply stared at them, silent.

“Ridiculous! The Immortal Alliance is so presumptuous! Where were you when demons attacked the city? Where were you when civilians needed shelter? Now you come to take our disciples away? Do you think our Wuhui Sect is easy to bully?!” Yan Ying, who had arrived at some point, scolded fiercely. Her entire family had been exiled by the Celestial Authority, so the sight of them now infuriated her.

“That’s right! Junior Shishu Qu defended our Wuhui Sect. It’s outrageous to take her away like this!” Someone in the crowd muttered.

A tall, square-faced man opposite them suddenly raised his voice: “Having become a demon, she must return with us for investigation. We certainly recognize Clan Leader Qu’s merit in repelling demons. As long as the investigation is clear, we won’t harm her!”

“Self-righteous.” Qu Weiyin suddenly spoke, her phoenix eyes blood-red and sharp, staring intensely at the man.

The man flinched, taking two steps back to bolster his courage: “Clan Leader Qu is a reasonable person. Becoming a demon will only make you lose your humanity further. Staying in the mortal realm will surely harm your fellow cultivators and civilians. Don’t force us to take action!”

At this moment, Luo Jinxiao pushed through the crowd, sword in hand, and stood beside Qu Weiyin. Her expression wasn’t as sharp as the others. Instead, she curled her lips slightly, releasing her grip on Wujue, allowing it to fall and pierce halfway into the ground.

Silence suddenly fell over the scene.

“Take action?” Luo Jinxiao’s face was full of mockery. “My Junior Shishu single-handedly routed the demons. Just you few fat, brainless fools think you can take action?”

The men opposite her gulped, inwardly lamenting. They knew better, but they had been ordered to come and didn’t dare disobey.

“Immortal Friend Luo, you are also a righteous cultivator. You must be reasonable. All the sects have submitted petitions requesting the imprisonment of Sect Leader Qu. We are just messengers.” The man with the demon-subduing rope pleaded with a downcast expression.

Luo Jinxiao wasn’t buying it. She maintained her smile, but her eyes were frosty: “Which sects are these? Name them one by one, so I, Luo Jinxiao, can remember them. Let’s see who is so ungrateful! Next time the demons attack a different territory, we will definitely not help.”

The man scratched his head, speechless.

Luo Jinxiao gradually raised her voice, speaking not only to them but to everyone present: “For days, Wuhui Sect bore the brunt of the demon-immortal war alone. Where were you so-called righteous sects hiding? Besides the Baiyue Sect and the Qingyan Palace, who showed up?”

“Is this how cultivators behave? Cowering in corners like turtles, as if unaware that if demons overtook Wuhui Sect, none of you would be safe! Now you come to demand that we hand over someone for questioning? How ridiculous!” Luo Jinxiao’s words were clear and resonant, carrying down to the foot of the mountain.

Those who heard her couldn’t help but blush with shame.

Qu Weiyin’s anger gradually subsided. Looking at Luo Jinxiao’s tall, slender figure, her heart softened.

“That’s right! You can’t take Junior Shishu Qu away!” Someone in the crowd shouted, and soon everyone echoed the sentiment.

Qu Weiyin lowered her eyes, listening to the deafening cries of support. Tears welled up in her blood-red eyes.

“Are you not leaving yet? Our wounded still need care. Otherwise, you can stay and lend us some of your spiritual energy. That would suit your righteous duty in protecting the immortal realm!” Luo Jinxiao said, extending her hand. With Wujue at the center, the ground suddenly cracked, forcing the men to retreat repeatedly.

The faces of the older men turned red and white. They mumbled a few words and fled in disgrace.

“A bunch of good-for-nothing gluttons who only remember to eat when there’s a benefit.” Luo Jinxiao’s smile disappeared. With a wave of her hand, she effortlessly retrieved Wujue.

Qu Weiyin looked up at Luo Jinxiao, her eyes shimmering like a pond filled with red carp. She gently stroked Luo Jinxiao’s hair with a tender touch.

“Jinxiao, I feel you’ve truly grown up now.” Qu Weiyin said.

Luo Jinxiao beamed with joy, unable to contain her smile: “I can finally protect you.”

Qu Weiyin chuckled and flicked Luo Jinxiao’s straight nose, and nodded slightly. Looking at Luo Jinxiao, she couldn’t control the love in her eyes.

Witnessing this scene, the onlookers simultaneously turned away, changing topics in small groups, but their feet moved swiftly.

Yan Ying patted Lu Fanzhi’s head: “Idiot, let’s go.”

“Oh, right.” Lu Fanzhi looked confused, pointing at the crack created by Wujue. “I’ll fill this ditch first.”

“Fill what? Let’s go!” Yan Ying rolled her eyes and dragged her up the mountain by her hair.

“I never expected them to take my side,” Qu Weiyin said suddenly, her eyes quickly welling up. “Usually at a time like this, I’d be the demon the entire immortal realm would be eager to kill.”

Hearing this, Luo Jinxiao’s heart skipped a beat, a tiny pang of pain spreading through her.

Those who are constantly mistreated will remember forever the rare occasions when they are treated with kindness.

“I want to become a normal person again, Jinxiao. I don’t want to be hounded like a rat in the street anymore,” Qu Weiyin said, leaning against Luo Jinxiao as if she were her only support in the world.

Suppressing her sudden sadness, Luo Jinxiao suddenly declared loudly, “What’s there to fear? Whoever shouts to kill you, I’ll shout to kill them! I’m very powerful now!”

Qu Weiyin laughed through her tears, shaking her head helplessly. She turned Luo Jinxiao’s face towards her: “I know a place that can purify the heart. Will you go with me? If it works, I won’t be corrupted by demonic energy.”

This was the first time Qu Weiyin had asked anything of her. Luo Jinxiao immediately nodded, “But I have a request.” Qu Weiyin’s expression turned serious. “If that place doesn’t work, and I truly lose my humanity and forget you, leave me.”

“Once I lose control, my nature will change drastically, and I won’t recognize anyone.”

“Alright.” Luo Jinxiao agreed readily.

Although surprised by her lack of objection, Qu Weiyin felt relieved. Her red lips curved into a slight smile, as beautiful as peach blossoms.

“Anyway, if you don’t recognize anyone then, you won’t remember whatever I do, so it’s not a big problem,” Luo Jinxiao thought slyly to herself.