Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

She cursed under her breath, quickly threw on some clothes, and rushed out the door. Qu Weiyin’s room was also empty, everything neatly arranged, with no sign of her return.

So early in the morning, before the sun had even risen, where could Qu Weiyin have gone?

The courtyard gate creaked open, and Luo Jinxiao hurriedly turned around. However, it wasn’t Qu Weiyin, but Qiongqi and Tang Lan’er, who had been awakened by the commotion and emerged from their rooms, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

“What are you doing so early in the morning?” Tang Lan’er yawned.

“Qu Weiyin is gone,” Luo Jinxiao said, rushing past them. Her hair was hastily tied up, strands fluttering behind her, betraying her panic.

“Gone?” Tang Lan’er was stunned, then quickly caught up to Luo Jinxiao. The three of them dashed out the gate together.

The secluded courtyard was located on the edge of town, adding to the sense of unease. Luo Jinxiao still couldn’t detect Qu Weiyin’s presence, and her anxiety grew.

Could it be that Qu Weiyin, unable to resolve her inner turmoil, had simply left?

No, Luo Jinxiao reassured herself. Qu Weiyin wasn’t the type to act impulsively. Perhaps she had just gone for a walk.

But why wouldn’t she say anything?

Qiongqi blinked her large eyes and suddenly darted down a narrow alley. Luo Jinxiao was momentarily confused, then remembered Qiongqi’s keen sense of smell. She quickly followed.

The three of them raced through the town, following Qiongqi. The sky gradually brightened, and early morning vendors were setting up their stalls. Seeing the three of them, they quickly scurried out of the way.

Luo Jinxiao felt something was amiss in their gazes, but her worry overshadowed everything else. They burst onto a main street.

This was where Luo Jinxiao had bought the Dragon’s beard candy the day before. Now, it was a scene of utter chaos. The ground was littered with broken wood and stones, along with scattered fruits and vegetables.

It looked as if a fight had just taken place. Luo Jinxiao frowned, surveying the scene, and approached the most heavily damaged shop, addressing the shopkeeper who was gloomily rearranging tables and chairs.

“Excuse me, did a woman in red clothing pass by here earlier?”

The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man with a wrinkled face, looked up. “You mean that demon? A group of cultivators came chasing after her, and they fought fiercely. We commoners wouldn’t dare to watch. When I came back out, everything was like this.”

“Do you know which sect those cultivators belonged to?” The middle-aged man suddenly grabbed Luo Jinxiao’s robe, preventing her from leaving. “We are just commoners. Who will compensate us for this damage!”

Luo Jinxiao didn’t have time to argue. She pulled away, leaving the mess to Tang Lan’er, and soared into the sky on her sword, heading out of town.

Gasps of astonishment rose from the townspeople below, but Luo Jinxiao ignored them. Her worry intensified. So, Qu Weiyin had been targeted by the immortal sects.

She wondered which sects they were and if Qu Weiyin was in danger.

By now, she could sense traces of spiritual energy. No longer needing Qiongqi’s guidance, they flew towards the mountains outside town, one soaring through the air, the other on her sword.

Meanwhile, on a low cliff, hundreds of people surrounded a lone figure at the edge. The figure, clad in red robes, held a crimson sword, vigilantly facing the crowd.

“Qu Weiyin, stop running! The demons have thrown everything into chaos! As their leader, surrender now, and the immortal sects might spare your life!” A portly middle-aged man pointed his sword at Qu Weiyin, his voice booming.

As soon as he finished speaking, several streaks of multicolored spiritual energy shot towards Qu Weiyin with tremendous force. She effortlessly raised her hand, deflecting them.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes scanning the surrounding faces. Many were familiar to her. Representatives from most of the major sects were present: the Shengsi Sect, the Qingyan Palace, the Baiyue Sect, the Tianji Pavilion, both renowned and lesser-known sects, all with expressions of hostility.

She retreated step by step, tightening her grip on her sword.

At least the Wuhui Sect wasn’t here, she thought.

“Qu Weiyin! You traitor to the immortal realm! You’ve caused us so much suffering!” someone shouted, eliciting a chorus of angry agreement.

Hearing this, Qu Weiyin let out a scornful laugh. She had no desire to explain herself – perhaps it was futile, as no one would believe her anyway. She’d rather be seen as a thorn in their side than listen to their mockery.

A disciple from the Qingyan Palace suddenly shouted, “Why waste our breath on this demon? With so many of us, she can’t possibly resist. Let’s capture her, throw her into the Changming Pagoda, and turn her into blood! Then the world will be at peace!”

This statement stirred up a frenzy. Moreover, since Qu Weiyin had only been dodging and not attacking, they had grown complacent, believing she wasn’t as terrifying as the rumors suggested.

“Qu Weiyin! Are you truly refusing to surrender?” the middle-aged man asked again.

Qu Weiyin’s phoenix eyes flashed with disdain. She raised an eyebrow and said coldly, “Enough talk.”

“Then we won’t hold back!” The middle-aged man lunged forward, his spiritual energy transforming into a green dragon that soared into the sky before diving towards Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin raised her hand to block the attack. Golden light shimmered around her, reflecting the rising sun, creating a blinding brilliance.

The sight of hundreds besieging one was rare. The cliff, unable to withstand the pressure, began to crumble. Qu Weiyin leaped into the air, hovering above the battle.

The golden light formed a shield, deflecting the incoming attacks. The clang of swords and the dazzling bursts of light filled the air, painting the mountainside with vibrant hues.

The cultivators unleashed a barrage of deadly attacks. Hundreds of spiritual weapons flew towards Qu Weiyin, only to be deflected by her flowing sleeves. The battle was undeniably uneven, as Qu Weiyin only defended, never attacking.

She gritted her teeth, struggling to keep up.

But the cultivators showed no mercy, eager to capture her while she was on the defensive. Their faces were contorted with hatred.

Such a commotion couldn’t go unnoticed. Luo Jinxiao, alerted by the thunderous sounds, looked up, her heart suddenly clenching with fear.

This wasn’t the first time she had experienced this feeling, the fear of Qu Weiyin being in danger and her inability to reach her in time.

Fueled by anger, her body transformed into a blur, vanishing from her spot.

A powerful gust of wind swept through the crowded battlefield, descending from above and exploding outwards, silently pushing the hundreds back, like a chilling blast from a snowy mountain, instantly filling the air with a biting cold.

Despite the summer heat, everyone felt a bone-deep cold.

The cultivators barely steadied themselves. When they looked up, they saw a woman in blue robes standing before them. Her black hair whipped wildly in the wind, and her dark eyes blazed with fury and killing intent.

Though beautiful and typically aloof, her aura was overwhelmingly oppressive, making others tremble to their core.

Along with her descent came an immense pressure. Without using any spiritual energy, her divine presence alone forced several weaker cultivators to drop their weapons.

“Elder, who is she?” a disciple from the Shengsi Sect whispered to the middle-aged man.

“She seems to be from the Wuhui Sect, possibly surnamed Luo. I can’t quite discern her aura, but she’s definitely a formidable cultivator,” the man muttered, retreating nervously.

“More powerful than the demon?”

“Possibly.” The man’s face contorted in a mixture of frustration and anger. They had finally cornered Qu Weiyin, and now their plans were being disrupted.

Qu Weiyin watched as Luo Jinxiao appeared before her, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. But Luo Jinxiao didn’t look at her, seemingly truly angered.

“Why didn’t you fight back? Why did you let them bully you?” Luo Jinxiao asked, her voice laced with displeasure. She tilted her head slightly, revealing half her face, the other half hidden in the shadows of her hair.

Qu Weiyin lowered her gaze, remaining silent.

“Immortal Friend Luo! It’s an honor to meet you!” the middle-aged man suddenly said, cupping his hands in a salute.

Luo Jinxiao remained silent, her eyes cold. Wujue, in her hand, emitted a faint white glow.

“The person behind you is Qu Weiyin, the Demon Lord whom the immortal realm has been searching for. It was she who led the demons to wreak havoc and bring three years of suffering upon us. If you have any sense of justice, you should stand aside and not interfere,” the man said with a forced smile.

“What evidence do you have to prove that she is responsible?” Luo Jinxiao challenged.

“Three years ago, our Shengsi Sect was nearly annihilated. Half of our sect witnessed her bloodthirsty brutality, slaughtering our fellow cultivators. How can you say there’s no evidence!” a disciple from the Shengsi Sect suddenly shrieked.

“Then do you admit that you were the ones who first invaded the demon realm without provocation and massacred countless demons? Is that not considered harming innocent lives?” Luo Jinxiao retorted.

The disciple stammered, then raised his voice again, “We killed demons, not humans.”

Luo Jinxiao almost laughed in anger. She stepped forward, sword in hand, forcing him to retreat.

“Who could say such a thing? What’s the difference between harmless demons and humans? Who are you to decide their fate? If I declare you a demon today, can I also kill you without consequence?”

Her words hit hard. The hundreds facing her suddenly fell silent. They knew the Shengsi Sect’s actions were wrong, but since the victims were demons, they had turned a blind eye.

“Qu Weiyin is a demon, but she never harms the innocent. I’ll tell you the truth today, whether you believe it or not. It was she who endured humiliation for three years, destroyed the Netherworld Diagram, and killed the mastermind, Yu Gui. Otherwise, how do you explain the sudden disappearance of the demons that plagued the world? Did they suddenly become afraid of you incompetent fools?”

“She is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you so-called righteous cultivators!” Luo Jinxiao declared, her gaze fixed on the members of the Shengsi Sect and the other immortal sects.

“Lies! What proof do you have? Demons are demons; there’s no excuse. We’ve seen her commit atrocities with our own eyes!” someone shouted from the crowd.

“Whoever has personally witnessed Qu Weiyin kill someone, step forward! If you lie, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Luo Jinxiao’s eyes flashed dangerously. Wujue, unable to contain its power, trembled in her hand.

The crowd recoiled. The middle-aged man stamped his foot in frustration. “Luo Jinxiao, don’t forget you are a member of the Wuhui Sect! Are you truly going to betray your sect and protect this demon?”

“My master hasn’t spoken, so who are you to talk? Yes, I, Luo Jinxiao, will protect Qu Weiyin today. Even if the six realms oppose her, they’ll have to go through me first!”

“Qu Weiyin is too kind to fight back, but I am not. Facing insignificant ants like you, I will show no mercy.”

The lush vegetation at her feet began to freeze. Luo Jinxiao stood tall and proud, her blue robes billowing in the wind. Divine power descended from the heavens, enveloping the entire area.