Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

The room was dead silent for a long time until the Sect Leader finally broke the silence.

“You must be joking,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I’m not,” Luo Jinxiao looked up at her, her dark eyes blinking away tears. “Otherwise, why would he have said those words?”

She glanced at the solemn faces opposite her, then suddenly broke into a smile. “Alright, let’s just pretend it’s a joke. What if this isn’t a catastrophe at all? Just an unprecedented rainstorm that will pass by tomorrow, and everything will return to normal.”

Everyone could feel the dissipation of spiritual energy in the world. Everyone knew this was no ordinary storm.

But no one spoke another word.

“She’s still waiting for me. I should go back to her,” Luo Jinxiao said, rising to her feet and heading for the door. But the Sect Leader stopped her.

“Are you going to tell her?” she asked.

Luo Jinxiao’s slender figure paused in the doorway, silhouetted against the rainy night. She stood silently for a moment, then shook her head before disappearing into the downpour.

Luo Ning swayed and collapsed onto a chair. Yan Ying quickly knelt beside her, taking her hands in hers and looking up with worry.

“Why am I so useless? I have half of the God Clan’s bloodline, yet I barely have any divine power. I can’t help at all.”

“I’m the real failure,” she murmured.

“You’ve already done so much. You brought her back alone, found a way to restore her divine body. You’ve endured enough,” Yan Ying said, her voice as gentle and comforting as she could manage.

“I thought I had done enough too. But after all this, did I bring my sister back just to send her to her death?” Luo Ning said, burying her face in her knees.

Her shoulders shook with sobs.

She never imagined it would turn out like this. She had thought that from now on, her sister and Qu Weiyin could have the peace they wanted.

“Why is this happening? What did they do wrong? What did the people of the world do wrong? Why won’t the heavens leave us alone?” she said, her voice tight with anguish. “Why doesn’t it look at the good and evil in the world? Why can’t it distinguish between them?”

Yan Ying was at a loss for words. Tears streamed down her face as she embraced Luo Ning, looking up at the oppressive sky, pleading for mercy.

At times like these, begging was all they could do.

The Sect Leader looked away and walked to the doorway, gazing silently at the rain-filled night sky, her hands clenched tightly in her sleeves.

While the mountain remained relatively calm, the lowlands were already suffering. Wuzhong City was submerged in floodwaters, and the heavy rain continued to spread across the land, showing no signs of stopping.

Fields on the verge of harvest were washed away, rivers overflowed, and mudslides crashed down mountainsides, engulfing towns and villages, collapsing houses.

The heavens’ punishment was vengeful and destructive, indiscriminate in its wrath. It spared neither the young nor the old, the good nor the evil. All were mere ants, treated equally in the face of its fury.

In this chaos, the immortal sects finally stopped obsessing over eliminating demons and outcasts, turning instead to rescue civilians and attempt to stop the rain.

But in the face of heaven’s wrath, even the once-mighty immortal sects were powerless.

Luo Jinxiao walked through the heavy rain, the chilling coldness enveloping her. Her mind was a blur, filled with fragmented images, replaying almost everything that had happened in her three lifetimes.

The most vivid memories were those with Qu Weiyin.

She had died twice before, but never felt much regret. Now, she realized it was because she had nothing to hold onto, no one to miss.

But this time, the feeling of loss was almost unbearable.

Neither she nor Qu Weiyin seemed to have escaped their predetermined fates. Yet, they had met, and that had changed something. At least, they had found solace in each other.

She quickened her pace.

Back in the room at Hanyun Pavilion, she was dry again. The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The figure on the bed breathed slowly and evenly, seemingly fast asleep.

Luo Jinxiao sat down beside the bed and gazed intently at Qu Weiyin’s face.

A heavy silence filled the room. Luo Jinxiao suddenly understood why Qu Weiyin had chosen to face death without a word.

If she had spoken, Qu Weiyin would surely have joined her, but that’s not what she wanted.

However, if she remained silent, after her death, how would Qu Weiyin live alone in this long and tedious world? No matter what she did, it felt cruel.

As Luo Jinxiao continued to gaze at Qu Weiyin, her vision blurred, and hot tears streamed down her face, dampening Qu Weiyin’s clothes.

Unable to hold back any longer, she climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms tightly around Qu Weiyin’s waist, burying her face in her neck.

Only Qu Weiyin’s scent could provide her with a small measure of comfort.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft hand reached out and gently patted Luo Jinxiao’s back, once, twice.

Qu Weiyin had woken up at some point. She didn’t say anything, just pulled Luo Jinxiao closer, holding her tightly and offering silent comfort as tears stained her clothes.

Outside, the thunder grew louder, and the sound of water crashing against the cliff echoed through the night.

“I know everything,” Qu Weiyin whispered.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

The rain continued for three days before finally subsiding. Disciples of the Wuhui Sect, shielded by water-repelling spells, descended upon Wuzhong City to rescue people from the floodwaters.

Low-lying areas were no longer habitable. While draining the water, they had to relocate people to the mountains, prioritizing their lives. However, some clung to their possessions, refusing to leave their homes.

Luo Jinxiao soared through the streets on her sword, lifting those who were unable to move onto the back of Qiongqi and bringing them back to the Wuhui Sect.

After a long day of tireless work, she finally managed to rescue most of the people. Turning around, she saw Qu Weiyin, ignoring the mud and grime, crouching down and gently stroking a wet, black puppy.

The puppy wagged its tail, splashing Qu Weiyin with water, then stuck out its pink tongue and happily licked her palm.

Qu Weiyin’s eyes crinkled with a smile as she picked up the puppy, unconcerned about getting her clothes dirty.

A mud-covered child, no older than five or six, ran towards them. Seeing Qu Weiyin, he hesitated, his steps slowing as he shyly backed away.

Qu Weiyin instinctively tried to cover her fiery red eyes, but it was futile. She reached out and offered the puppy to the child, asking gently, “Is this yours?”

The child nodded timidly.

Feeling awkward, Qu Weiyin produced a candy from somewhere and offered it along with the puppy.

The child hesitated for a moment before accepting the offerings. He then bowed to Qu Weiyin and said, “Thank you, sister,” before turning and running away.

Even after he was long gone, Qu Weiyin continued to watch, her eyes filled with happiness.

Luo Jinxiao jumped off Wujue and walked over to stand beside her.

“Jinxiao, wouldn’t it be wonderful if people no longer feared me?” Qu Weiyin suddenly said.

A pang of sadness resonated within Luo Jinxiao. She took Qu Weiyin’s hand and said, “It will happen.”

“What if our story becomes a legend, and future generations only remember our romantic adventures, forgetting that you were the Demon Lord?” Luo Jinxiao said with a smile.

“Smooth talker,” Qu Weiyin shook her head.

“These mortals have storytellers. Once everything settles down, I’ll seek them out everywhere, turn our story into books for them. I’ll let them know what a wonderful woman the so-called Demon Lord truly is,” Luo Jinxiao said, stroking her chin with a mischievous grin.

“That’s not a bad idea. But where will you get the money?” Qu Weiyin asked, smiling as they walked towards the Wuhui Sect.

“Well, what’s yours is mine, so I’m not short on funds.”

“Shameless.”

The Wuhui Sect was bustling with activity. Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin, on the other hand, found themselves with little to do. They wandered around the sect, occasionally catching curious glances from passing disciples.

Some familiar faces smiled brightly at them, pointing at their intertwined hands before giggling and running away.

“Jinxiao,” Qu Weiyin tried to pull her hand away, but Luo Jinxiao held on tight. After a moment, Qu Weiyin simply turned her head away, choosing to ignore the situation.

Thanks to the water-repelling spell, the rain slid harmlessly off their clothes.

“Jinxiao, it seems like the weather is improving. Does this mean there won’t be a catastrophe after all?” Qu Weiyin asked, looking up at the sky.

Tiny raindrops fell from the gray sky, creating an illusion of traversing heaven and earth if watched for too long.

Luo Jinxiao shook her head. She didn’t know for sure.

“You still haven’t told me how you found out about all this,” Luo Jinxiao persisted.

“As if I couldn’t see through your little schemes,” Qu Weiyin snorted.

Suddenly, she grabbed Luo Jinxiao’s hand and bit down hard on her wrist. Luo Jinxiao gasped, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to pull her hand back, feeling wronged.

Qu Weiyin looked down at the clear teeth marks, which seemed slightly uneven. She took another bite, then satisfied, released Luo Jinxiao’s hand.

“It’s a mark. Legend has it that in the underworld, one’s vision becomes blurry, and they can’t recognize the people in front of them. You’ll recognize my inscription, and I’ll recognize your bite mark, so we won’t lose each other.”

Luo Jinxiao rubbed her hand and looked up. “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”

“You have to come find me. If I don’t see you, I’ll keep waiting, no matter how many ghost attendants try to pull me away. Remember that,” Qu Weiyin said, her voice firm despite the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Don’t make me wait too long.”

“Jinxiao! Jinxiao! Several people from the Celestial Authority just arrived, including some sect leaders. The Sect Leader wants to see you!” Lu Fanzhi shouted as she ran towards them.

Qu Weiyin quickly wiped away her tears.

“The Celestial Authority? What are those useless fools doing here in the middle of a disaster, braving the heavy rain to come to the Wuhui Sect?” Luo Jinxiao frowned.

“I don’t know. But they all look aggressive, like they’re up to no good,” Lu Fanzhi said, pouting. “The Sect Leader’s face has turned green. I’m afraid it has something to do with Junior Shishu Qu.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

“I’d better not go,” Qu Weiyin said.

“No way. You need to show yourself openly. I’m not long for this world anyway, so I’m not afraid of anything.” Luo Jinxiao summoned Wujue with a wave of her hand, took Qu Weiyin’s hand, and strode towards the Wuhui Palace, her green robes billowing behind her.

Just as Lu Fanzhi had said, the Sect Leader’s usually pale face had taken on a greenish hue. Her eyes were narrowed, and her hand partially covered her face, concealing her expression.

Disciples of the Wuhui Sect stood on either side, glaring at the visitors from the Celestial Authority.

As soon as Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin appeared at the entrance, the hall erupted in commotion. Luo Jinxiao saw that the middle-aged man from before was leading the group. This time, he had brought several masters, including some familiar faces from various sects.

The Sect Leader of the Shengsi Sect, wrapped in black fur, stood out with his gaunt cheeks and gloomy expression.

Luo Jinxiao glared back at him. She and his sect were practically sworn enemies.

“Sect Leader, you see, we weren’t lying. Your Wuhui Sect, as the leading sect, is harboring a demon. We ask that you hand over this demoness to us as a sacrifice to the heavens, to appease the gods and pray for their protection.”

“Yes, Sect Leader. With the continuous rainstorms and widespread devastation, the weakening of spiritual energy must be related to this demon,” others chimed in.

The Sect Leader lowered her hand and looked up, sweeping her gaze across the crowd. The weight of her presence silenced them instantly.

“Gui Jiu, invite them in,” the Sect Leader said.

Gui Jiu, who was guarding the entrance, stepped forward and whispered in Luo Jinxiao’s ear, “Go ahead, it’s alright.”

Holding Qu Weiyin’s hand, Luo Jinxiao strode through the crowd, not sparing them a single glance, as if they were nothing more than stalks of straw.

Ignoring the piercing stares, Luo Jinxiao remained unfazed.

“What do you mean by this? At a time like this, you still want to protect a demon?” the Sect Leader of the Shengsi Sect suddenly shouted.

The Sect Leader ignored him and simply said, “Jinxiao, Qu Weiyin, come closer.”

Unsure of her intentions, Luo Jinxiao exchanged a glance with Qu Weiyin and obeyed, walking forward until they stood beside the Sect Leader.

The murmurs of confusion grew louder, and some tried to push forward, only to be stopped by the Wuhui Sect disciples.

The Sect Leader finally straightened her posture, her ethereal voice echoing through the hall. “Gui Jiu, close the doors and guard them well. No one is to be allowed out.”