Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

Luo Jinxiao’s mind buzzed in shock. Instinctively, she searched herself for a handkerchief but found nothing.

In the end, she bravely used her hand to wipe away Qu Weiyin’s tears, her fingertips becoming wet.

“Junior Shishu…” Luo Jinxiao whispered softly, a faint ache stirring in her heart. She wanted to comfort Qu Weiyin but found herself at a loss for words.

Just this one sentence of assurance from her was enough to make the usually cold and hard Qu Weiyin lower her defenses, her icy exterior melting away.

Qu Weiyin raised her eyes, her wet eyes gazing at her, seemingly filled with endless words, but ultimately turning into a sigh.

Suddenly, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Luo Jinxiao. The soft arms of the woman encircled her shoulders and back, causing Luo Jinxiao to tense up.

Qu Weiyin tilted her head slightly, resting her chin on Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder. Her warm breath brushed against Luo Jinxiao’s ear, sending a ripple of goosebumps down her skin.

This was the first time Qu Weiyin had ever initiated an embrace with anyone.

But before Luo Jinxiao could raise her stiff arms, Qu Weiyin let go. She coughed lightly and lowered her head to hide the emotions in her eyes. That embrace had made her head spin. The girl had a had a pleasant sweet scent that made her want to hold on tighter.

Only with this girl did she feel the kind of boundless love that had been absent from her life for a thousand years.

She even wished she could just let go of everything and stay by her side, content with just looking at her every day.

But, in the end, she couldn’t.

Luo Jinxiao wasn’t much better. Her body was still tense, and wherever Qu Weiyin had touched her, the soft, cloud-like sensation lingered.

Like a cloud accompanied by faint sparks of electricity.

Now, as Luo Jinxiao looked at her, Qu Weiyin seemed to radiate a captivating charm. Her reddened eyes, lowered gaze, and glistening lips made Luo Jinxiao’s heart flutter uncontrollably.

Luo Jinxiao wondered in a daze, what was wrong with her?

“You should go back,” she said, but immediately changed her mind. “Forget it, the Wuhui Sect is in chaos now, you probably won’t be safe if you go out.”

“Rest here for now,” Qu Weiyin said, reaching out to press her down onto the bed.

“But I’m not tired, Junior Shishu. What do you want to do? I’ll help you,” Luo Jinxiao tried to stand up, but the hand on her shoulder held her firmly in place.

“Be obedient,” Qu Weiyin said.

Under her reproachful gaze, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but soften and lie down on the bed.

The jade pillow behind her head seemed to have a magical quality, emitting a comforting fragrance. Soon, Luo Jinxiao became drowsy. In a daze, she seemed to see Qu Weiyin leaning over her.

Slender, delicate fingertips brushed against her cheek, carrying a gentleness like a spring breeze, a gentleness that didn’t seem like Qu Weiyin.

A growing sense of unease stirred in Luo Jinxiao’s subconscious. She tried to wake up, but her mind felt distant and out of reach. Her vision blurred further, and a sharp throb pulsed through her head.

In the end, everything fell silent, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Qu Weiyin gazed at her with tender eyes, studying Luo Jinxiao’s face without a word.

In this life, everything was within her calculations except for this girl, who had unexpectedly entered her life and had now become her greatest concern.

Her eyes greedily took in every detail, from her brows and eyes to her fingertips, reluctant to look away. Finally, she placed her own hand in Luo Jinxiao’s palm.

Then, she leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, as gentle as if coaxing her to sleep. Only she knew how much emotion was contained in this kiss.

She hoped that when Luo Jinxiao woke up, she would find happiness and boundless opportunities.

And Qu Weiyin would no longer be in this world.

Qu Weiyin meticulously polished the Crescent Star Sword one last time. In truth, the divine sword didn’t require cleaning, but this was a habit she had kept for thousands of years.

The sword spirit, knowing Qu Weiyin’s intentions, sat by her side without a word.

“If I die, leave the Crescent Star Sword to her,” Qu Weiyin said softly. As she continued polishing, she shook her head. “No, she already has a divine sword. Just bury the sword at the base of Wuhui Mountain. You will have a new master.”

The sword spirit’s face fell, twisting its tiny feet anxiously and asked, “Can we… not go?”

Qu Weiyin’s phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and the sword spirit immediately closed its mouth and fell silent. Indeed, how could a blood feud be so easily abandoned?

The chance to live again for this period was already a great mercy from heaven for a Demon Lord like her.

“Soon, the Wuhui Sect will be in chaos. How can the mere Lieyang Hall hold someone who cultivates the Netherworld Diagram?”

“But after all, the heads of all the major sects are here now. What if they can join forces to deal with him?” the sword spirit asked with a frown.

Qu Weiyin shook her head and snorted softly. “Do you think they will all risk their lives to deal with him? Qu Chengzhou is only threatening the Wuhui Sect now. The cultivation world has been fragmented for many years. Most of them will just stand by and watch.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a loud explosion, like something shattering, suddenly came from the distance, shaking the ground. The river water below splashed up, spraying mist all around.

“It’s begun,” Qu Weiyin said, and with a flourish, the Crescent Star Sword was held tightly in her hand.

When Qu Weiyin arrived at the Lieyang Hall, it was already overrun with rampant demonic creatures. The demons and monsters that had been imprisoned here for hundreds of years were all released.

Everywhere, disciples of the Wuhui Sect were battling demons, a scene of flashing blades and swirling shadows. Qu Weiyin raised her hand, crushing a demon that tried to rush towards her into dust, and pulled Chang Siyu out from the crowd.

“Junior… Junior Shishu Qu?” Chang Siyu, covered in sweat and with disheveled clothes, exclaimed in surprise.

“Inform everyone to use the Demon Suppression Formation! Contain them in one place first. We can’t keep killing them like this indefinitely,” Qu Weiyin said quickly.

Without waiting for Chang Siyu’s reply, she flicked her sleeve and headed towards the place with the heaviest demonic energy. There, black energy permeated the air, and fallen leaves and withered grass danced wildly in the raging wind, making it impossible to open one’s eyes.

Several elders were standing around, attempting to subdue Qu Chengzhou together, but with little effect. At most, they could only confine him to one spot, preventing his escape.

Qu Chengzhou, his entire body emitting black energy, grinned ferociously. Even against several elders, he seemed more than a match.

“Elder Qu, stop this madness!” Elder He couldn’t help but shout.

“Silence!” Qu Chengzhou roared, his face twisted with rage. With a howl, viscous murderous energy burst from his body, instantly sending the less skilled elders flying.

Only Elder He and Elder Liu were left struggling to hold their ground.

Elder Liu was slightly better off. His already dark face was now even more grim. He remained silent, but a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from within him, forcing Qu Chengzhou back a few steps.

“Liu Changxu, from the very beginning, you looked down on me. Now that you’ve finally found a chance to kill me, you must be beside yourself with joy!” Qu Chengzhou’s face was bulging with veins as he laughed maniacally.

Elder Liu sneered impatiently. “Facts have proven that this elder was not wrong about you. A scoundrel who climbs to high positions through crooked means and lobbying remains a scoundrel no matter how much he gains. It’s disgusting!”

The hatred in Qu Chengzhou’s eyes intensified. He summoned his sword, and thick smoke billowed behind him, like a giant beast standing behind him. Elder Liu frowned, and after silently chanting something, the large yellow dog from his courtyard appeared beside him, roaring and rapidly expanding into a massive beast.

The beast, drooling and with wide eyes, dispersed the thick smoke behind Qu Chengzhou.

Qu Chengzhou suddenly laughed. With a flick of his sword tip, the thick smoke abruptly turned into sharp blades. Elder He couldn’t withstand it and retreated step by step, nearly fainting. Only Elder Liu remained on the field.

“You can’t stop me!” Qu Chengzhou roared, charging towards Elder Liu. However, a figure in red intercepted him, sword energy mixed with lightning striking towards his face, nearly slicing off his nose.

“Such arrogance.” Qu Weiyin said, her red robes fluttering and eyes crimson. The Crescent Star Sword, rarely glowing red, hummed in her hand.

“Qu Weiyin,” Qu Chengzhou said.

“It’s time to settle our grudge.” Qu Weiyin raised her eyebrows, her features exhilarated, a smile on her lips. For a moment, she resembled the Demon Lord of her past life.

“Just a mere Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator, and you think you can defeat this elder? Naive. You, like your high-and-mighty father, will eventually die tragically in front of me, begging me, pleading with me not to kill you.” Qu Chengzhou laughed ferociously, his voice clearly reaching Qu Weiyin’s ears.

Qu Weiyin felt the demonic energy within her stirring again. This time, she didn’t suppress it, letting it run wild.

“You’ve already said those words to me before, Qu Chengzhou.” Qu Weiyin’s phoenix eyes stared at him, filled with undisguised malice.

She swung her sword towards him, her long sleeves billowing like flames, accompanied by golden light. Even Qu Chengzhou was forced to retreat momentarily. At the same time, more and more demonic creatures appeared within the sect, and the disciples could no longer hold them back. Screams constantly echoed from all around.

“Elder Liu, go help them. They are just disciples, they can’t fight against so many demons.” Qu Weiyin said sharply, pushing Elder Liu out of the black fog.

Elder Liu looked at the disciples scattering in panic, then at Qu Weiyin, and sighed heavily. Then, he resolutely turned and left.

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In Hanyun Pavilion, Luo Jinxiao had a dream. In the dream, she was back in her past life, amidst a raging war. As she was on the brink of death, a breathtakingly beautiful crimson hibiscus flower bloomed in front of her.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman stood barefoot on the ground, her eyes wide open, looking towards the sky, filled with unwillingness.

Luo Jinxiao knew something was wrong, but her body felt as if it had been exhausted for days, unable to wake up no matter what.

She desperately tried to open her eyes, finally biting down hard on her tongue, the pain bringing her back to her senses. Her mouth was filled with blood.

She abruptly sat up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her eyes wide as she looked around. Sure enough, Qu Weiyin was gone. Her heart tightened, and she stumbled to the door. The Wuhui Sect, which had been peaceful just moments ago, was now in complete chaos.

Ignoring the panic in her heart, Luo Jinxiao dashed out, leaping off the cliff and summoning her sword at the same time. With the fastest speed she could muster, she flew towards the towering black energy.

The cold wind made her head ache, but Luo Jinxiao ignored everything, only thinking about going faster. She was terrified that when she arrived, she would only find corpses.

Fortunately, from the sky, she saw a figure in red, amidst the raging flames, a desolate and magnificent sight.

Luo Jinxiao dropped like a stone, raising a cloud of dust as she landed beside Qu Weiyin. She held her divine sword, its silver-white light breaking through Qu Chengzhou’s black energy.

“Luo Jinxiao, what are you doing here?” Qu Weiyin’s eyes widened when she saw Luo Jinxiao. She grabbed her arm and asked sharply.

She had underestimated Luo Jinxiao’s will, allowing her to wake up.

“Good, good! Since you’re here, let’s do this together!” Qu Chengzhou, with a bloodthirsty smile, suddenly raised his arms towards the sky, looking like a madman.

Qu Weiyin gazed deeply at Luo Jinxiao for a moment, then suddenly pushed her to the side. A solid golden spiritual energy instantly enveloped her, protecting her thoroughly while also preventing her from breaking free no matter how hard she tried.