Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

Luo Jinxiao never expected her to say this, and her face immediately turned cold. “What do you mean?”

“I am being threatened. This is all I can say.” Yan Ying finished hurriedly and turned to leave. How could Luo Jinxiao let her go so easily? She shifted her body, spreading her arms to block her way.

“Make it clear. Who is behind this? How am I supposed to explain this to Junior Shishu with such a vague statement?” Luo Jinxiao’s attitude was firm.

A flicker of fear flashed across Yan Ying’s eyes. She lowered her head and remained silent.

“Qu Chengzhou?” Luo Jinxiao guessed, seeing her silence.

Yan Ying still didn’t speak, which was as good as an admission.

A surge of anger flashed through Luo Jinxiao’s heart. What is he up to this time? He’s been relentlessly pursuing Qu Weiyin all day. His heart is truly wicked.

“Don’t ask anymore. I have my difficulties.” Yan Ying’s expression was impatient. She pushed Luo Jinxiao away and fled, her figure quickly disappearing. A piece of paper fluttered from her sleeve and landed on the ground.

Luo Jinxiao rubbed her shoulder, which had been hit, and stepped forward to pick up the paper. On it, drawn with extremely fine strokes, were several grotesque figures.

The figures seemed to be of various people, old and young. The only thing they had in common was the expressions on their faces—all were extremely pained, as if their souls were being forcibly extracted, causing excruciating agony.

Just looking at these drawings sent chills down Luo Jinxiao’s spine. It was as if she suddenly remembered something. Ignoring Luo Ning’s worried calls from behind, she ran towards the library.

“Sister! It’s dangerous outside!” Luo Ning chased out from the house. Seeing that Luo Jinxiao didn’t react, she anxiously lifted her skirt and followed closely behind.

Luo Jinxiao vaguely remembered seeing similar patterns in the library, but she hadn’t looked closely at the time, so she couldn’t remember what they were.

She already had a guess in her mind and needed facts to prove it.

She quickly found the ancient book. It was filled with long-lost ancient evil techniques. The picture similar to the one she held was clearly presented within it, topped with ancient characters that read: Netherworld Diagram.

Netherworld Diagram? Luo Jinxiao murmured. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She abruptly stood up, turning around with her sword, Wujue, held in front of her.

“Luo Ning?” Luo Jinxiao was stunned. She lowered her sword and looked around. “Why did you follow me? It’s dangerous outside. Go back quickly!”

“I, I was worried about Sister.” Luo Ning lowered her head, fiddling with the corner of her clothes. “I saw Yan Ying talking to you just now, and then you ran off on your own. Two people are better than one.”

Luo Jinxiao reached out and patted her head, shaking her head helplessly. She looked at the ancient book, her thoughts slowly coming together.

Yan Ying had deliberately reminded her that Qu Chengzhou was going to harm Qu Weiyin and had also dropped this piece of paper. Could she be hinting that Qu Chengzhou was cultivating this Netherworld Diagram?

The ancient book said that the Netherworld Diagram was extremely evil and required human sacrifices. Could it be that the Wuhui Sect disciples who had gone missing recently were all victims of Qu Chengzhou?

He was the elder of the Wuhui Sect. If he really used these disciples to cultivate the Netherworld Diagram, it would be a complete disregard for human life, absolutely appalling!

“We can’t stay out too long. Let’s go back quickly.” Luo Jinxiao quickly closed the book, pulled Luo Ning up, and turned to leave the library.

However, just as they were halfway there, something felt wrong. The air, which had been clear just moments ago, suddenly became sticky and fishy. Luo Jinxiao thought to herself, This is bad. She grabbed Luo Ning’s arm with her left hand and channeled her spiritual energy in her right, wanting to teleport away.

But just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something. Her surging spiritual energy gradually dissipated.

“You go first,” Luo Jinxiao said softly, then pushed Luo Ning forward.

Just as Luo Ning was about to speak, Luo Jinxiao raised her hand and summoned Wujue. The sword spun in mid-air, swiftly lifting Luo Ning onto its back. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the horizon.

Luo Jinxiao took a deep breath, standing motionless. Secretly, she circulated her spiritual energy, meticulously protecting her meridians.

A sticky, fishy stench crawled towards her, rising from her feet and slowly enveloping her. Luo Jinxiao closed her eyes, thinking, Great risks come with great rewards. It’s just one life anyway.

Dizziness washed over her. Luo Jinxiao’s body softened, and she instantly lost consciousness.

The sound of dripping water echoed, seeming to come from afar. There were also mournful cries that resonated in her ears, as if she were in hell itself.

Luo Jinxiao opened her eyes a sliver, using her hearing to sense her surroundings.

She seemed to be trapped in a narrow, confined prison cell. However, this cell wasn’t shrouded in darkness. Instead, it was blindingly white, illuminated by a light as bright as day.

The cries were coming from beside her. Luo Jinxiao tried to turn her head to see, but she realized she was surrounded by a barrier, her body floating in mid-air, unable to move.

She slowly rotated her body to face downwards. Only then, from her elevated position, could she clearly see everything before her.

She was in a grand hall. The ceiling was studded with what seemed like countless night-luminescent pearls, bathing the hall in brilliant light. At the very top of the hall stood a large, gold-inlaid chair, resembling an emperor’s throne.

She couldn’t tell if her treatment was considered good or bad. She wasn’t alone in the hall. Several other disciples, dressed in Wuhui Sect robes, were bound on the ground. At a glance, she recognized them all as those who had gone missing.

There were others who weren’t among them. They had likely already met with misfortune.

The door opened, and a tall man walked in. His face was square and resolute, radiating an air of righteousness. However, his eyes, with their upturned corners, held a hint of something sinister.

Luo Jinxiao felt a sense of familiarity as she looked at him, but she couldn’t recall where she had seen him before.

The door opened again. This time, it was Qu Chengzhou. Even from afar, Luo Jinxiao could see his long, stomach-length beard, which filled her with disgust.

“Did you catch her?” Qu Chengzhou asked.

“Yes,” the man replied, raising his finger to point in Luo Jinxiao’s direction. “That Qu Weiyin is always protecting her. It wasn’t easy to catch her quietly.”

Luo Jinxiao felt Qu Chengzhou’s gaze and quickly closed her eyes. Her heart pounded as she remembered who the man was. It was the masked man whom Qu Weiyin had knocked unconscious on the first day she woke up.

“Qu Weiyin, I’ve wanted to get rid of her for a long time. She cost me the position of family head. Once I’ve successfully cultivated this technique, she will be the first one I eliminate,” Qu Chengzhou said in a low voice, his tone filled with hatred, a stark contrast to his usual immortal-like demeanor.

Luo Jinxiao frowned, anger burning in her heart. She discreetly formed a talisman with her fingers and silently recited the incantation.

Unaware that Luo Jinxiao was already awake, Qu Chengzhou continued, “Have you completed everything I instructed? Don’t screw anything up this time. I may have lost the position of family head, but I will not let go of the position of Sect Leader.”

“Rest assured, Elder Qu.” As the man spoke, he raised his hand, and Luo Jinxiao’s body slowly descended.

“But Elder, what if the Sect Leader returns…?”

“She’s been on the Southern Peak for decades. Her bones have probably turned to dust by now. Don’t worry, I went to look myself. There’s no one there,” Qu Chengzhou said, striding towards Luo Jinxiao.

“A heart of exquisite jade. I wonder if using her for cultivation will be more effective than that bitch, Qu Weiyin.” Qu Chengzhou crouched down, his rough palm brushing against Luo Jinxiao’s forehead, sending a wave of disgust through her.

Even though Luo Jinxiao had lived for several decades in her past life, she had always believed cultivators to be righteous and kind. Never had she imagined such a depraved individual could exist.

Her stomach churned, and she wished she could chop off his hand, which resembled a withered vine.

The cries rang out again, a young woman’s voice. Luo Jinxiao felt a pang of familiarity. Thinking back, she recalled the tall young woman who had been her first opponent during the new disciples’ competition.

Even she was captured. He truly is a beast.

“How noisy,” Qu Chengzhou said indifferently. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand. Before Luo Jinxiao could react, she heard a gurgling sound, like someone choking to death.

Cold sweat broke out on her palms. The sheer terror almost made her vomit.

In an instant, the young woman’s voice was silenced. Luo Jinxiao glanced over and saw that where the young woman had been lying, only a dried corpse remained.

With another wave of Qu Chengzhou’s hand, the corpse instantly turned to dust and vanished.

Death had just occurred right beside her, so casually executed, yet it was more despairing than any heart-wrenching agony.

Luo Jinxiao clenched her jaw, forcing herself to breathe steadily. Her hands were balled into fists. For the first time, she yearned for Qu Weiyin’s arrival. It wasn’t that she feared death; it was the overwhelming sorrow that gripped her.

However, in the end, she didn’t reach for the spiritual stone she always carried.

Qu Chengzhou had already begun his ritual. Luo Jinxiao took a deep breath, her right hand shooting out. A gust of wind swept through the air as a sword came flying in, shattering the night-luminescent pearl-studded roof. With lightning speed, it sliced through the barrier that bound Luo Jinxiao.

Seizing the opportunity, Luo Jinxiao leaped up, catching Wujue in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a silvery-white stream of energy hurtling towards the unprepared Qu Chengzhou, knocking him back several feet.

Qu Chengzhou was stunned that she had escaped. His fury erupted, and spiritual energy surged around him. At the same time, a wave of black energy emanated from behind him. Luo Jinxiao felt a suffocating pressure, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

She knew she was no match for him and couldn’t hold out for long. She turned to flee, but she was intercepted by the masked man.

A murderous intent she had never felt before flashed across Luo Jinxiao’s face. She tightened her grip on Wujue. Suddenly, a blood-red mist clouded her vision.

When she shook her head to clear her sight, the masked man was already collapsing to the ground, blood spraying from his mouth.

Luo Jinxiao froze, looking down at the sword in her hand. On the tip of the blade, she could faintly see a trace of blood, which was quickly absorbed and melted away.

The sword just attacked on its own?

Before this moment, when she had felt the surge of killing intent, she had never noticed anything special about this sword compared to any other divine weapon.

Luo Jinxiao didn’t have time to dwell on it. Qu Chengzhou’s spiritual energy was already bearing down on her. She deflected some of it but was nearly brought to her knees, the spiritual energy within her dissipating rapidly.

Throwing caution to the wind, she forcefully summoned her remaining energy. Icy shards gathered, forming a wall of ice that shielded her from Qu Chengzhou. Luo Jinxiao executed the technique Elder Liu had taught her, her palms overlapping and slamming against the ice wall. Using the wall as a conduit, she unleashed a blast of frigid wind that engulfed Qu Chengzhou.

Not daring to hesitate, Luo Jinxiao bolted towards the hall’s exit, stumbling and scrambling to escape.

“Stop her! Don’t let her get away!” Qu Chengzhou’s muffled voice came through the ice wall.

A figure suddenly blocked Luo Jinxiao’s path. Dressed in a light blue robe and wielding a long whip, it was Yan Ying.

She stared at Luo Jinxiao in disbelief, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.

The two faced each other, neither making a move.

“You knew all along?” Luo Jinxiao choked back the pain in her heart. “You helped him kill them?”

Yan Ying’s brows furrowed, but she remained silent.

Behind them, the sound of shattering ice rang out. Luo Jinxiao knew Qu Chengzhou was about to break through.

“Go!” Yan Ying suddenly shouted. She grabbed Luo Jinxiao’s collar and shoved her through a small door.

“Get out of here! Run as far away as you can!” Yan Ying said through gritted teeth. The door slammed shut, and the last sliver of light vanished.