Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

The aftermath of the catastrophe was devastating, but almost all survivors were filled with gratitude. Time, they knew, would eventually heal all wounds.

Fresh shoots emerged from the scorched earth. Farmers rushed to replant crops destroyed by the heavy rains. The sky cleared, and all things began to revive.

Fortunately, the catastrophe hadn’t spread too far. Although Wuzhong City was destroyed, most of its residents had been evacuated, and casualties were minimal. The various immortal sects finally disbanded the Celestial Authority for their incompetence and recognized the Wuhui Sect as the leader of the cultivation world. United, they worked together to help the people rebuild their lives.

Everything was gradually returning to normal.

A wave of grief swept through the Wuhui Sect. The Sect Leader’s cenotaph was erected on the back mountain, alongside those who had sacrificed their lives for the sect. Disciples knelt before the white jade pillars at the entrance for three days, mourning their leader.

Luo Jinxiao kowtowed before the grave and, with Wujue in hand, carved the characters “Bei Sang” onto the tombstone.

The Sect Leader had dedicated her life to her duties, and in death, she finally reclaimed her true name.

The disciples nominated Luo Jinxiao as the new Sect Leader, but she declined. She knew she wasn’t suited for such a position, preferring to live a quiet life away from the spotlight. Thus, the title temporarily fell to Elder Liu.

Upon hearing this, Elder Liu stormed up to Hanyun Pavilion to confront Luo Jinxiao, only to find it empty.

As autumn turned to winter, the weather grew colder, but the human world remained bustling. The streets of Luyang Province were crowded with people enjoying the last of the warm weather before winter.

In the busy market, many children holding candied haws gathered in groups, playing and singing off-key tunes.

After a decade of turmoil and suffering, the six realms finally saw the light of peace.

The Demon Lord’s kindness was not a curse, but a blessing.

The Nine Gods descended, and the heavens were cleansed.

“Listen,” a woman in blue robes and a hooded cloak nudged the person beside her, a playful smile on her lips.

The woman in red, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, listened intently for a moment, then nodded. “Not bad.”

“Conceal your aura. Someone might recognize you,” Qu Weiyin warned, pinching Luo Jinxiao’s waist. Luo Jinxiao yelped in pain and snuggled closer to her.

“So what if they recognize me? You’re not afraid anymore,” Luo Jinxiao grumbled.

“They’ll worship us,” Qu Weiyin retorted, sounding even more aggrieved.

Luo Jinxiao sighed and coughed, trying to blend in with the crowd.

They wandered through the streets for a while longer when Qiongqi, smelling the aroma of meat, darted towards a roadside restaurant. Luo Jinxiao quickly grabbed her by the neck. “Are you hungry again?”

Qiongqi struggled, nodding vigorously.

“No eating!” Luo Jinxiao refused to let go. Qiongqi turned around, her big eyes filled with tears, trying to burrow into Luo Jinxiao’s arms. Luo Jinxiao dodged, and the two began to wrestle in the middle of the street.

Exasperated, Qu Weiyin grabbed Luo Jinxiao with one hand and Qiongqi with the other, separating them.

“Enough. If she wants to eat, let her. Why are you fighting with her?” Qu Weiyin shook her head and strode into the restaurant. The inkeeper, seeing new customers, ushered them upstairs.

Qiongqi, victorious, followed Qu Weiyin smugly.

Luo Jinxiao sighed and reluctantly followed, grumbling as they took a seat upstairs.

The restaurant was spacious, with a large open area in the center. Guests could choose to sit on the first floor or on the second floor, overlooking the bustling street below. A storyteller’s stage was set up downstairs, and even though the storyteller hadn’t arrived yet, the atmosphere was lively.

Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin, having no need for food, watched as Qiongqi devoured her meal. They sipped their tea leisurely.

“Junior Shishu, look at her. If I can’t afford to feed her in the future, I’ll have to find a good family for her,” Luo Jinxiao said, her eyes twitching as she watched Qiongqi swallow a whole piece of beef brisket.

“Who would be foolish enough to take her?” Qu Weiyin raised an eyebrow.

“It would be difficult, worth exploring. First, they’d need to be wealthy, with substantial assets,” Luo Jinxiao mused, stroking her chin.

“Then why don’t I see you preparing more assets for us?” Qu Weiyin finished her tea, snatched Luo Jinxiao’s cup, and leaned closer, her phoenix eyes fixed on her.

Luo Jinxiao felt a warmth spread through her body under Qu Weiyin’s gaze, and she stammered, “W-what do you mean? In the future, the entire celestial realm will be yours, full of rare treasures.”

“That’ll do,” Qu Weiyin said, a playful smile gracing her lips as she took a sip of Luo Jinxiao’s remaining tea.

Luo Jinxiao swallowed hard, forcing her gaze away and changing the subject. “Why hasn’t the storyteller started yet?”

As if on cue, the sound of drums and gongs echoed from downstairs. A storyteller in a long robe took the stage, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Luo Jinxiao joined in, clapping and shouting along.

“Today, we’ll hear the tale of the Wuhui Sect!” the storyteller announced, his voice booming with enthusiasm. “First, let’s start with the Sect Leader. Her cultivation had reached the Great Ascension stage, bordering on the Transcendence Realm. No one knew how long she had lived, but legends of her existence had circulated since the Wuhui Sect first appeared in the cultivation world.”

As the storyteller spoke enthusiastically, Luo Jinxiao listened with mixed feelings.

“They don’t know that after she descended from Southern Peak, the Sect Leader was already nearing the end of her life. She was old and burdened with illness, but she persevered.”

Luo Jinxiao’s gaze drifted towards the distance, lost in thought.

Qu Weiyin’s eyes softened with sympathy. She knew how deeply affected Luo Jinxiao had been by the Sect Leader’s passing. It had taken her a long time to recover.

She reached out and gently squeezed Luo Jinxiao’s hand, offering silent comfort.

Luo Jinxiao had nearly exhausted all her power, pushing herself to the brink to restore the world. At the last moment, the Sect Leader had intervened with her own spiritual energy, saving Luo Jinxiao’s life.

Initially, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t even walk without Qu Weiyin’s support. It had taken months of recuperation for her to regain her divine power.

Qu Weiyin understood the pain Luo Jinxiao carried within her.

“The Netherworld is a mysterious place. Perhaps Zhao Zhao is truly waiting for her in the underworld. Maybe they’re reunited now, waiting for their next life,” Qu Weiyin said softly.

“Just like you and me, no matter what form we take, they’ll surely recognize each other.”

Luo Jinxiao blinked back tears and forced a smile. “You’re right. I remember the Sect Leader saying that I resembled Zhao Zhao. Perhaps that’s why she helped me save you.”

Qu Weiyin smiled back, her eyes bright.

Below, another commotion erupted, like a boiling pot of oil, with people shouting and cheering.

“Next, we’ll talk about the Demon Lord and our Ancient God,” the storyteller announced, taking a sip of tea to clear his throat. “The Demon Lord, disguised as a lowly demon, hid among the rebels for three years, biding her time before finally striking them down and preventing a greater disaster…”

“Nonsense! I, the mighty Demon Lord, would never lower myself to such a level!” Qu Weiyin exclaimed indignantly.

Luo Jinxiao chuckled and patted Qu Weiyin’s head. “That’s how storytellers are. One story can have at least five different versions. Maybe in the next version, you’ll be praised to the heavens.”

Qu Weiyin swatted her hand away, her lips pursed in displeasure.

Luo Jinxiao grabbed a handful of peanuts and tossed one into her mouth with a grin.

“…The Celestial God Luo Jinxiao was deeply devoted to Qu Weiyin. Their bond moved heaven and earth. Although two women can’t have children, and Luo Jinxiao couldn’t fulfill her wish of bearing divine offspring, she still doted on Qu Weiyin, setting aside her godly pride to willingly take on the role of a wife.”

Luo Jinxiao’s grip on the peanuts tightened, crushing them into dust.

She stood up in rage, about to leap over the railing, but Qu Weiyin grabbed her, holding her back. “Jinxiao, don’t be rash!”

“That damn storyteller! What nonsense is he spouting? Who told him I wanted to bear children? Who said I doted on anyone?” Luo Jinxiao fumed, gripping the railing, ready to jump down and give the storyteller a good beating.

Qu Weiyin quickly wrapped her arms around Luo Jinxiao’s waist, pulling her back. “You can’t attack a mortal. Besides, you said it yourself, storytellers are like that. One story can have five different versions. Don’t take it seriously.”

“No way!” Luo Jinxiao pushed Qu Weiyin away, her face flushed with anger. “This is outrageous! How can he spread such lies? ‘Fulfilling her role as a wife,’ ‘Doting’? I, Luo Jinxiao, will not stand for this injustice!”

“Shh, keep your voice down!” Qu Weiyin frantically tried to calm her down, holding her firmly. But the commotion had already attracted attention, and they had both removed their hats and cloaks, their faces exposed for all to see.

As people looked up, they saw Qu Weiyin pinning Luo Jinxiao against the railing, one arm around her waist, the other covering her mouth.

Red pressed against blue, their proximity creating an undeniable air of intimacy.

Luo Jinxiao’s mind went blank. Her reputation, she thought, was ruined.

“Who are they? They look familiar.”

“I sense demonic energy. Look at her eyes, is that the Demon Lord?”

“Then the one below must be the Celestial God Luo Jinxiao?”

The crowd erupted in excitement, standing up and craning their necks for a better view. Luo Jinxiao’s face burned with shame. She grabbed Qu Weiyin and Qiongqi and fled.

As if sensing the commotion, two figures in white Wuhui Sect robes rushed in from outside. A flamboyant peacock perched on the shoulder of one of them.

“Oh no, it’s Luo Ning!” Luo Jinxiao exclaimed, grabbing Qu Weiyin and Qiongqi and disappearing in a flash, leaving the excited crowd behind.

“Sister?” Luo Ning frowned and gave chase, with Yan Ying trailing behind, panting and exasperated.

“Are you still chasing them? Give it up, I’m exhausted, Ning’er!” she called out.

Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin soared through the sky on their swords, heading straight for the God Realm, finally shaking off Luo Ning and Yan Ying.

“We lost them,” Qu Weiyin said with a smile, glancing back. “She’s just worried about you.”

Luo Jinxiao sighed. “Now that she’s seen me, she won’t worry anymore. They’re both so persistent, chasing me all this way.”

“Why are you avoiding Luo Ning?” Qu Weiyin asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s your sister.”

“It’s not that I’m really avoiding her. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you,” Luo Jinxiao confessed, blushing slightly as she tightened her grip on Qu Weiyin’s hand.

Qu Weiyin chuckled softly, shaking her head.

The barrier to the God Realm appeared before them. The massive island seemed to stretch endlessly, and the grand palace stood tall at one end, as if piercing the heavens.

The shimmering walls of the palace gleamed in the sunlight, a breathtaking sight even for someone as composed as Qu Weiyin.

Everything on the island was magnificent. Beyond the palace, the ground was covered in snow, yet the air was surprisingly warm. Luo Jinxiao led Qu Weiyin through the snow, towards the palace.

The vast world was theirs alone. Despite its emptiness, their hearts were full.

Luo Jinxiao suddenly scooped up a handful of snow and stuffed it down Qu Weiyin’s collar. Qu Weiyin yelped and scolded playfully, “Jinxiao!”

As Luo Jinxiao ran off laughing, Qu Weiyin kicked at the snow, then chased after her with a snowball. They played and laughed in the snow, truly happy.

Qu Weiyin let herself laugh freely, twirling in the snow, her red robes swirling like flower petals, scattering frost in their wake.

Luo Jinxiao’s heart melted like warm spring water as she watched. She suddenly turned and embraced Qu Weiyin, and they tumbled into a soft pile of snow. Qu Weiyin gasped for breath, her eyes sparkling like melting snow, clear and bright.

Qu Weiyin smiled, her lips curving upwards. She wrapped her arms around Luo Jinxiao’s neck and kissed her softly.

“Junior Shishu,” Luo Jinxiao murmured, leaning down and holding Qu Weiyin still before kissing the mark on her forehead.

Qu Weiyin shivered, forgetting her annoyance as a soft moan escaped her lips.

She gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling as she frowned. “What are you sulking about now?”

She had learned that whenever Luo Jinxiao was upset, she would take it out on her forehead.

“It’s those storytellers and their nonsense,” Luo Jinxiao pouted, leaning in for another kiss.

Qu Weiyin chuckled and pushed her away. “Don’t be childish. Why are you competing with mortals?”

“I don’t care! You’re getting all the glory, can’t I even get a kiss?” Luo Jinxiao whined, burying her face in Qu Weiyin’s chest, her hands starting to wander.

“Hiss…” Qu Weiyin gasped. She suddenly flipped over, pinning Luo Jinxiao beneath her. Her slender fingers tilted Luo Jinxiao’s chin up, her phoenix eyes sparkled mischievously. “I think they might have a point. I haven’t seen you all flushed and breathless yet.”

“How can you say that? Don’t you see me like that every time,” Luo Jinxiao retorted.

“That’s different. I want to see you blushing and breathless like me,” Qu Weiyin insisted, her brow furrowed.

“What does that even mean?” Luo Jinxiao asked, her large almond eyes wide with feigned innocence.

“You!”

Qu Weiyin realized she had fallen into Luo Jinxiao’s trap. She looked away, snorted, and stood up, refusing to engage any further.

“Junior Shishu, I don’t understand. Won’t you teach me?” Luo Jinxiao said with a mischievous grin, springing to her feet and chasing after Qu Weiyin.

The interior of the palace was grand and imposing. Ancient totems were carved into the towering pillars and walls, and their voices echoed in the vast space.

Hand in hand, they made their way into the inner sanctum. Everything was immaculate, as if someone had just been living there.

Luo Jinxiao looked around, her memories of this place hazy after so long.

Thick furs covered the floor, soft and luxurious underfoot.

“Do you like it, Junior Shishu? We can spend the next hundred, even thousand years together like this. We’ll go wherever we please, carefree in both celestial and mortal realms,” Luo Jinxiao said, spinning around before collapsing onto the furs, sprawled out like a starfish.

Qu Weiyin nodded, her lips curved in a smile. She knelt down, then slowly lay down on top of Luo Jinxiao.

“It feels surreal. To think that such happiness would befall me,” Qu Weiyin said. She was much more open and expressive now compared to before.

“You deserve it. You deserve it more than anyone in the world,” Luo Jinxiao replied, turning to face her.

Qu Weiyin’s smile widened. She suddenly leaned in, her full, red lips brushing against Luo Jinxiao’s cheek.

“Jinxiao…” Her voice was soft and sweet, almost a purr.

Her sweet breath washed over Luo Jinxiao, making her heart race.

“Hmm?” Luo Jinxiao replied, trying to maintain her composure.

In her eyes, Qu Weiyin was a celestial being, a captivating enchantress, a vision of beauty. She had shed her shyness, blossoming in the privacy of their sanctuary.

Luo Jinxiao held her hand, slowly massaging it, marveling at how incredibly soft it was everywhere she touched, never tiring of the sensation.

“Are you trying to comfort me, Junior Shishu?” Luo Jinxiao asked with a smile.

“For now, I’ll indulge you,” Qu Weiyin replied, her voice slightly breathless. She snuggled closer to Luo Jinxiao, tilting her head back, her beautiful neck exposed as she invited Luo Jinxiao’s kiss.

Luo Jinxiao’s heart melted. She responded to Qu Weiyin’s every touch with tenderness, her hands trembling slightly as she gently guided her across the soft furs, positioning herself behind her.

Qu Weiyin bit her lip, her eyes closed, not daring to look down as she surrendered to Luo Jinxiao’s touch.

“Ah…” she moaned softly.

“We’re alone here, Junior Shishu,” Luo Jinxiao said, her eyes sparkling. “There’s no need to hold back.”

“Silence!” Qu Weiyin scolded, covering her mouth with her hand.

Luo Jinxiao chuckled and obeyed, falling silent. But Qu Weiyin, emboldened by Luo Jinxiao’s words, finally let go of all restraint.

When two people are in love, intimacy becomes a shared journey of pleasure and connection.

They held each other close, whispering sweet nothings, as the sun slowly descended in the sky. Only when the last rays of golden light slanted through the windows, painting the hall in a warm glow, did they finally release each other and lie down side by side.

Qu Weiyin was utterly exhausted. She playfully swatted Luo Jinxiao’s arm. “Don’t forget you’re a god. I’m just a mortal, I can’t handle this much.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that next time,” Luo Jinxiao replied, unable to contain her smile.

Golden light filled the hall, bathing the once-gloomy space in a vibrant glow, more alive than any other place in the world.

“Our journey has just begun. For the rest of our lives, and in every lifetime after, I will love you,” Luo Jinxiao whispered after a long silence.

Qu Weiyin hummed in response, her phoenix eyes glistening as she gazed at the golden clouds rolling across the horizon.

Their shadows stretched out on the floor, long and slender, side by side.

Though they were alone, they would never be lonely again.

The End.