Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

Luo Jinxiao was dead.

Only when that dazzling fireball came hurtling towards her did she truly understand the truth in people’s words: this Demon Lord named Qu Weiyin was truly ruthless and unmatched in cruelty.

This heavenly battle between immortals and demons began with great momentum and ended with rivers of blood.

As Luo Jinxiao fell back onto the fragrant, soft grass, her heart was not filled with fear but rather with a profound sense of unwillingness.

As a young cultivator carrying her family’s hopes, she had cultivated hard for over a decade. Just as she had made a name for herself as a prodigy and been accepted by the renowned Wuhui Sect, she took a wrong turn, stumbled onto the battlefield, and came face to face with Qu Weiyin.

The besieged Demon Lord fell before her, exuding a bloody aura like a blooming lotus flower at dawn. An inexplicable light flickered around her. As she collapsed, her bare feet and the smooth, delicate ankles that her skirt didn’t manage to cover came into view.

She slowly lifted her head and locked eyes with Luo Jinxiao. The ferocious scar on her face seemed to burn, her gaze was fierce and resolute, yet still strikingly beautiful.

This was the last scene Luo Jinxiao witnessed before her death.

Lotus curtains, small latticed windows, red candied fruits spread all over the windowsill, and the air was filled with an enchanting scene of fireworks.

“Hiss…” Luo Jinxiao gasped, struggling to open her heavy eyelids. She blinked, feeling extremely dazed.

Could it be that she wasn’t dead? That shouldn’t be possible.

She stared at the curtains above her, then slowly turned to look around. The bed was soft and fragrant, and everywhere she looked was a vibrant red, exuding an air of festive joy.

Where was this place?

Using her hands to support herself, Luo Jinxiao slowly sat up, warily scanning her surroundings. All was quiet, but when she shifted her gaze to her side, she suddenly recoiled, almost tumbling off the edge of the bed.

There was someone lying next to her, to be precise, a beauty.

The beauty seemed disturbed by her movements, murmuring softly in her sleep, her delicate brows knitted, looking quite troubled.

Luo Jinxiao steadied herself, took a deep breath, and pressed a hand to her chest, forcing herself to calm down. Wherever she was, at least she was safe for now.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic…” She murmured to herself, leaning closer to get a better look at the beauty’s face.

The beauty was indeed stunningly beautiful, with moist, ruby lips and skin like creamy jade, her hair neatly adorned with pearl flowers, wearing a red dress, seemingly dressed for a wedding.

Luo Jinxiao instinctively looked down at herself and felt a chill down her spine. She was also dressed in red, and it seemed… could it be that she was getting married?

Luo Jinxiao raised a hand and slapped herself. The pain made her eyes twitch. It wasn’t a dream. But if it wasn’t a dream, how had she, a woman who had practiced purity and abstinence since childhood, suddenly found herself married—and to another girl at that!

The beauty seemed disturbed again. She moved slightly, her delicate hand grabbing Luo Jinxiao’s dress tightly, her expression growing more pained as if she was suffering.

Despite her shock, Luo Jinxiao still remembered the principles her parents had taught her. She reached out to touch the beauty’s forehead, finding it burning hot, as if she had caught a cold.

But before she could take any further action, the beauty painfully wriggled closer, her hands groping around aimlessly. Luo Jinxiao shivered, her face reddening as she retreated slightly.

Amidst the awkwardness, she sensed something amiss. Seeing the beauty’s flushed face and tightly clenched fists, it didn’t seem like an illness but rather like she was under the influence of a Love Gu.

A Love Gu is a particularly malicious type of Gu used against women. Those afflicted would suffer excruciating pain and death if they did not engage in intimate acts. Luo Jinxiao had read many medical books during her years of cultivation and would always vehemently criticize such malicious practices whenever she came across them.

Fortunately, a few years ago, someone developed a method to counteract the Gu, which was then spread throughout the world. As a result, the use of this Gu gradually declined.

Thinking of this, Luo Jinxiao hurriedly rolled up her sleeves and began to undress the beauty. She moved quickly, and within moments, the once tightly wrapped beauty was left with only a thin layer of undergarments.

“Beauty, oh beauty, I mean only well. Endure a little as though it were merely a bath, and please don’t blame me…” she repeated silently in her mind.

The beauty had a wonderful figure, with slender and well-proportioned shoulders and back. Feeling the cool breeze, she instinctively moved closer to Luo Jinxiao.

The burning heat from the beauty’s body pressed against Luo Jinxiao’s arm made her slightly uncomfortable, but she did not stop her hands. Once there were no more clothes in the way, she began reciting the secret techniques of her cultivation method.

All was silent.

Luo Jinxiao’s eyes widened as she looked down at herself, her mind going blank for a moment.

Where were her spiritual roots? The channels within her that used to be filled with spiritual energy were now nowhere to be found, as if her body was completely empty.

For a cultivator, losing one’s spiritual roots was akin to becoming a cripple, rendering them completely useless. At this moment, Luo Jinxiao truly panicked. She reached out to feel her body, finding it familiar and intact.

Could it be that she had sustained internal injuries, causing her to lose her spiritual roots? What could she do now!

Before Luo Jinxiao could figure anything out, the beauty began to move again. She seemed increasingly unable to bear the pain, biting her lip so hard that her glossy red lips began to bleed.

Luo Jinxiao, caught off guard, found herself in close proximity to the beauty. She felt two smooth, hot arms wrap around her waist, accompanied by soft, shallow breaths. Having never encountered such a situation before, her face turned bright red.

“Beauty, oh beauty, just bear with it. Although I can’t use my spiritual powers, there is still a way to counteract this Love Gu,” Luo Jinxiao muttered, placing her hands on the beauty’s soft shoulders and pressing her down onto the bed. Then she swung her leg over, straddling the beauty’s waist.

The beauty’s slender waist, so delicate one could encircle it with their hands, had never endured such torment. She let out a soft moan, frowning slightly in her semi-conscious state.

Luo Jinxiao felt no guilt, focusing intently. She raised her hand and slapped the beauty’s face hard. The crisp sound of the slap was followed by the beauty opening her eyes in pain.

Her gaze was initially hazy and confused, then flickered with a hint of fear. When she saw Luo Jinxiao’s face, it was quickly replaced by intense killing intent.

“It’s you…” she murmured, then her eyes widened as she raised her hands to strike at Luo Jinxiao’s vital points, causing Luo Jinxiao to break out in a cold sweat.

“Let’s talk this out. I am trying to help you counteract the Love Gu!”

Luo Jinxiao quickly backed away, accidentally tearing the beauty’s clothes in her panic. Feeling the cold air on her skin, the beauty, now overwhelmed by shame and anger, she viciously screamed “You’re seeking death!” and attacked Luo Jinxiao’s vital points again.

Luo Jinxiao had no idea why the beauty held such animosity. Luckily, the beauty was weakened by the Gu and lacked strength, unable to execute any techniques. Seizing the opportunity, Luo Jinxiao raised her hand and slapped her again.

The beauty’s movements stopped immediately. She seemed to sigh, then collapsed forward, falling directly into Luo Jinxiao’s arms.

As the warm body pressed against her skin, Luo Jinxiao felt a bit dazed. She blushed slightly as she carefully held the beauty, then quickly cut her own palm, squeezing out a drop of blood.

The bright red blood dripped into the beauty’s mouth, accentuating her already captivating features. Luo Jinxiao watched in a trance and couldn’t help but feel a strange familiarity when the beauty first opened her eyes, though she couldn’t recall who she was.

The beauty murmured softly, licking the remaining blood from the corner of her mouth, savoring it as if it were delicious, without any of the previous harshness.

As the heat gradually subsided from the beauty’s body and her complexion returned to normal, Luo Jinxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She arranged the beauty back into her original position and dressed her once more.

The Love Gu, which had tormented countless women, had a surprisingly simple cure: just one drop of blood from someone else while the victim was conscious. Yet, for thousands of years, no one willingly provided that drop of blood.

With a clear handprint on her face, the beauty slept soundly, giving Luo Jinxiao time to think about her own situation.

She jumped out of bed, intending to find out what was going on. But as she reached the door, she found it locked from the outside.

“Who locks the door on a wedding night…” Luo Jinxiao grumbled, poking her head out the window. Before she could get a good look outside, she heard a rush of wind, and suddenly someone appeared before her.

“Miss Luo, please consummate the marriage quickly and do not miss the auspicious time.” the person said, bowing, but with no hint of deference.

“Who are you, and why am I here?” Luo Jinxiao asked, frowning through the window.

The person looked at Luo Jinxiao as if she were a fool, then said, “Miss Luo, do not play tricks. You were born without spiritual roots and cannot cultivate. Now, Elder Qu has honored you by having you marry Qu Weiyin. If anything goes wrong, neither you nor your entire Luo family will be able to bear the consequences.”

Luo Jinxiao stared at the man’s face, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

She must be dreaming. How could she, a once-in-a-millennium genius, be born without spiritual roots? And marrying Qu Weiyin, that Demon Lord?

The person sneered at her then abruptly shut the window. A faint golden light flashed, and Luo Jinxiao knew a seal had been placed. She was trapped.

But everything felt so real. Luo Jinxiao spun around. The beauty was still lying quietly on the bed, and she finally understood why she seemed so familiar.

Wasn’t this the Demon Lord who had killed her?!

Only now, her face bore no ferocious scars, and her pupils lacked the pale color characteristic of those who had succumbed to demonic cultivation, which was why Luo Jinxiao felt a sense of familiarity but hadn’t recognized her.

Luo Jinxiao cautiously approached the bed, her mind racing as she desperately tried to recall the stories of Qu Weiyin she had heard during her early cultivation years.

It was two thousand years ago when Qu Weiyin was still one of the most outstanding disciples of the Wuhui Sect. After her father, the head of the Qu family, died unexpectedly, she was supposed to succeed him. However, because she was too young, her uncle usurped her position.

Her uncle, Qu Chengzhou, an elder of the Wuhui Sect, not only suppressed and tortured her but also tricked her into taking an aphrodisiac, forcing her to marry a worthless man devoid of spiritual roots. Unable to endure it, Qu Weiyin succumbed to demonic cultivation on her wedding night and drained her worthless husband, turning him into a dried corpse.

From that night on, the cultivation world gained a ruthless female Demon Lord who slaughtered various major sects, unleashing a storm of blood and terror that struck fear into the hearts of the six realms.

Was she now living two thousand years in the past, about to become the infamous corpse mentioned in the legends?

Luo Jinxiao felt another wave of dizziness. She barely managed to steady herself, knowing that the most pressing matter was to leave this place. If Qu Weiyin woke up, she was doomed!

She had no desire to be killed by the same person twice.

But just as she was about to turn and flee, the bed trembled slightly. Qu Weiyin opened her eyes, her glass-like gaze flickering briefly before clearing up. She slowly propped herself up with her exposed, pale arms.

Luo Jinxiao’s heart sank as she froze in place.

Qu Weiyin was truly extremely beautiful. Even with her eyes filled with dangerous killing intent, it was hard to look away.

“It’s really you,” Qu Weiyin suddenly chuckled softly, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and fatigue. She gently lifted her head, her gaze tenderly sweeping across the surroundings as if cherishing the memory of something.

Then, abruptly, she raised her hand, gathering a faint, crystalline light in her palm. At the same time, her originally dark pupils began to fade, creating a striking contrast with her blood-red lips, enhancing her allure.

Luo Jinxiao felt paralyzed with fear, knowing she was about to face death again. This time, the fear was much greater than the last.

She thought quickly, and in a split second, she had an idea. Without hesitation, she threw herself onto the bed and grabbed Qu Weiyin’s wrist.

Qu Weiyin was taken aback by her boldness, pausing in her actions.

With a blushing face, Luo Jinxiao stammered, “D-don’t kill me. I’ll take responsibility for you!”