Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

“Junior Shishu, what are you doing? Let me go!” Luo Jinxiao struggled within the barrier. However, the golden spiritual energy was like a solid membrane, not only impossible to break free from, but also blocking all sounds from the outside.

She was burning with anxiety, but her spiritual power was limited. Even with the divine sword, she couldn’t break through the barrier Qu Weiyin had set up.

It was as if she had suddenly gone deaf. She could only see the flickering lights and shadows around her, but the sounds were extremely muffled.

Qu Chengzhou became increasingly ferocious, each attack deadly. Qu Weiyin was clearly outmatched, retreating step by step. At this moment, several figures rushed over from the surroundings and stood beside Qu Weiyin. They should be the heads of other sects.

Luo Jinxiao could only make out the Sect Leader of the Baiyue Sect; she didn’t recognize the others.

The veins on Qu Chengzhou’s face bulged even more. He suddenly leaped into the air, the black energy transforming into a giant blade that slashed down. At that moment, the sky changed, and a massive wind descended, swirling and forcing the group opposite, including Qu Weiyin, to retreat repeatedly.

“Clan Leader Qu, he’s too strong! You’ve been holding on for so long and are already exhausted. Why not retreat and rest for a while?” The Sect Leader of the Baiyue Sect shouted amidst the storm and demonic energy.

Qu Weiyin didn’t speak, only shook her head slightly. She stood firm, muttering something under her breath.

Threads of black energy gradually emanated from her body, intertwining with the flames and lightning.

Qu Chengzhou wasn’t idle either. He roared three times, and several figures, either demons or monsters, all enveloped in black energy, leaped out from behind him, separating the group. Some of those who came to help had low cultivation and were quickly defeated. Others were consumed by the demonic energy and fell to their knees.

Luo Jinxiao could only watch helplessly, her heart feeling as if it were being scorched. She continuously pounded and tore at the barrier, but it was no use. Only her own voice echoed around her.

At this moment, she desperately wished she had stronger cultivation, almost to the point of madness. A sense of powerlessness, like a deep pool, confined her within it. “Junior Shishu…” Her shouts gradually turned into murmurs. The wound in her mouth from biting her tongue seemed to be bleeding again, the metallic sweetness making her want to retch.

The demonic energy around Qu Weiyin grew denser. When she raised her eyes again, her pupils were crimson red, her lips as red as blood, and her skirt billowed like a hibiscus flower blooming in a raging wind.

Luo Jinxiao suddenly remembered her past life. The last time she saw Qu Weiyin, she was in this posture, unrestrained and arrogant, looking down upon the world.

Qu Weiyin suddenly turned and met her gaze. A faint smile played on her lips, and she said something, but Luo Jinxiao couldn’t hear it.

Everything outside seemed to slow down. When Qu Weiyin turned back, the transparent barrier in front of Luo Jinxiao suddenly turned gold, and she could no longer see anything.

Fear enveloped her entirely, as if she were drowning. She screamed until her voice was hoarse, spiritual energy filling the small barrier, but even until she was completely exhausted, she couldn’t create a single crack.

After what felt like a hundred years, a gust of wind swept through, and the barrier finally shattered, revealing a blinding light.

Luo Jinxiao immediately swung her sword, slicing through the lingering remnants of Qu Weiyin’s spiritual energy. She stumbled out, dazed.

Before her stood Qu Chengzhou, a sword embedded in his chest, glowing with an ominous red light. The once dark sky was now bathed in crimson. He howled silently, his body convulsing before exploding from the inside out.

A foul, turbid energy spread in all directions, swirling through the air before being swept away by the wind. Everyone present hurriedly circulated their energy to protect themselves, their eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming force.

However, Luo Jinxiao stared intently, her eyes fixed on the figure in the air. She stood there, a look of satisfaction flashing across her face, as if a long-held wish had finally been fulfilled. Then, she slowly fell.

“Junior Shishu!” Luo Jinxiao’s voice was hoarse, barely making a sound. She ran a few quick steps, leaping into the air, just in time to catch Qu Weiyin’s shoulders and back.

Qu Weiyin’s body was limp, the red in her eyes fading, the light gradually disappearing.

Luo Jinxiao suddenly felt a splitting headache. She held Qu Weiyin tightly in her arms as they crashed to the ground. At the same time, the Crescent Star Sword clattered heavily onto the ground.

The noise was deafening.

Blood flowed continuously from Qu Weiyin’s mouth, staining her red robes. It was a blurry yet starkly vivid scene. “Junior Shishu, don’t sleep,” Luo Jinxiao said hoarsely. She desperately channeled all her spiritual energy into Qu Weiyin’s body, but it was utterly useless. Qu Weiyin slowly reached out and grasped her hand.

She could no longer speak, only shaking her head slightly, tears welling in her eyes, reflecting the red glow of the sky.

Qu Weiyin released her hand, her gaze filled with a rare tenderness, before fading into darkness.

Luo Jinxiao’s mind went blank. She could hardly believe this was reality and not a dream. Just moments ago, Qu Weiyin was still talking to her, so how could she…

Qu Weiyin was the Demon Lord, how could she truly die?

Without realizing it, Qu Weiyin’s face was already covered in tears – all falling from Luo Jinxiao’s eyes. Luo Jinxiao numbly touched her own face, finding it wet.

It seemed someone was trying to pull her away, but she swatted them away with a single palm.

“Luo Jinxiao, snap out of it!” She heard Lu Fanzhi’s tearful yell, but she ignored it.

Qu Weiyin’s body gradually grew cold, from her fingertips to her cheeks, pale and lifeless.

For the first time, Luo Jinxiao felt the true agony of heartbreak, as if a thousand knives were simultaneously carving out the flesh of her heart, the pain making her curl up.

The cries of those around her confirmed the truth: Qu Weiyin was truly dead. The Qu Weiyin who always protected her, the Demon Lord who, even in her final moment, had shielded her view, was dead.

She gritted her teeth, using her last bit of spiritual energy to protect Qu Weiyin’s soul and vital energy, then cradled the woman’s cold body in her arms. Qu Weiyin, so frail in this moment, felt light and empty in her arms.

“I’m sorry,” Luo Jinxiao sobbed, gasping for breath, her vision nothing but a sea of red.

Finally, a familiar sigh reached her ears. Elder Liu, covered in blood, appeared silently behind her. Luo Jinxiao felt a sharp pain in her neck, and then everything went black.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes again. Everything felt like a fleeting dream, but when she touched her face, it was still wet.

The fragrance of Qu Weiyin seemed to linger on her body.

Luo Jinxiao sat up and met Elder Liu’s gaze.

“Master,” she spoke, her voice still raw.

“Drink some water,” Elder Liu said with pity, offering her a cup of tea.

Luo Jinxiao shook her head weakly, attempting to get out of bed to find Qu Weiyin, but Elder Liu stopped her.

“Be obedient,” Elder Liu frowned. Luo Jinxiao finally took the cup and brought it to her lips, ripples forming on the surface of the water.

“You girls are always crying. If you keep crying, you’ll go blind,” Elder Liu sighed helplessly. “She and Qu Chengzhou perished together.”

Luo Jinxiao’s hand trembled, spilling some tea and wetting her skirt.

She put down the cup and fell to her knees before Elder Liu, tugging at his sleeve, choking out, “Master, is there any way to save her? Anything at all.”

It was her fault for being useless. If only she had… Luo Jinxiao wished she could kill herself.

Seeing this, Elder Liu sighed deeply and looked away, reaching out his hand…

He pulled Luo Jinxiao up. “This was the path she chose. No one could save her. Don’t blame yourself.”

But how could she not blame herself? Qu Chengzhou was dead, and there wasn’t even anyone left to hate.

The feeling of powerlessness was more agonizing than any other emotion.

“Even though you protected her soul, her physical body is dead. Her soul will eventually dissipate. Grieve, and then move on,” Elder Liu sighed. Even he, who had witnessed countless deaths, couldn’t help but feel heartache seeing his disciple so distraught.

Luo Jinxiao lowered her head and suddenly rushed out the door, bumping into Lu Fanzhi and Luo Ning, who were guarding outside.

“Sister, Sister!” Luo Ning cried out behind her, but she didn’t hear.

Qu Weiyin’s body lay in Hanyun Pavilion, resting peacefully on the bed as if asleep. She was still breathtakingly beautiful, but her lips were colorless.

Luo Jinxiao stared at her, approached, and touched her cheek, then gently her hand.

Something fell from Qu Weiyin’s palm. Luo Jinxiao picked it up. It was the ugly pouch she had given her, bulging with something inside.

Qu Weiyin had held onto this trinket, which even Luo Jinxiao had forgotten, until her death.

Holding back tears, Luo Jinxiao reached inside and pulled out a spirit jade. Upon closer inspection, it had faint cracks on its surface.

Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t hold back any longer. She buried her head in Qu Weiyin’s palm and sobbed like a child.

So she had been this important to Qu Weiyin all along.

And she never even knew.

“Who can save you…” she murmured, tracing Qu Weiyin’s arm, her mind in chaos.

Suddenly, she remembered something. She placed the pouch back in Qu Weiyin’s hand, took one last look at her, and then vanished.

Southern Peak was the highest peak for a thousand miles around. Halfway up the mountain, the trees were barren, and the summit was covered in snow year-round, desolate and uninhabited.

Luo Jinxiao wore only a single layer of clothing, yet she didn’t feel the cold.

She trekked through the deep snow, slipping and falling occasionally, her neck choked with snow. The forbidden area was usually guarded, but with the current chaos, it was unguarded.

But no matter how she searched, there was no one to be found, not a trace of life.

Luo Jinxiao’s sweat froze on her skin. She sniffled and suddenly knelt down, motionless.

The memory of that day was not a dream. The Sect Leader must still be alive, simply choosing to remain hidden from the mortal world.

She would freeze to death here if she had to.

The biting wind quickly turned her into an ice sculpture, even her eyebrows frosted over. She shivered, yet remained unmoving.

The surroundings were covered in silver frost, a thousand miles frozen, silent as if she were the only one left in the world.

She wondered hazily, if she froze to death here, would she descend to the underworld, be reincarnated, and meet Qu Weiyin again?

In the vast snowy landscape, a figure appeared. She was slender and frail, with silver-white hair flowing to her waist, fluttering in the cold wind.

She slowly walked towards Luo Jinxiao, crouched down, and spoke in a voice that was incredibly gentle, yet distant and cold.

“Child, what’s wrong?”

“I want… to ask the Sect Leader to save someone,” Luo Jinxiao said through gritted teeth.

The woman remained silent for a moment, then said, “I don’t save people.”

“I’m willing to trade anything, anything at all,” Luo Jinxiao said, a tear freezing on her cheek. “Please.”

“Is it someone you love?” the woman asked, her voice ethereal, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

Luo Jinxiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.”