Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

Luo Jinxiao wiped the water from her face, feeling a wave of unease and complex emotions.

The situation just now was too strange. Where did that power come from? Luo Jinxiao looked at her hands.

And it wasn’t just the power. Why did her mind become so abnormal while possessing that power? Although she could remember everything and knew what she was doing, her methods were completely different from before.

Now that she had returned to normal, it felt even more unfamiliar.

Lost in thought, she glanced at Qu Weiyin again, sighing and shaking her head. What a good opportunity, but unfortunately, it seemed she hadn’t managed to kiss her.

Nearby, Qiongqi let out a purr. Luo Jinxiao quickly got up to check on her. She reached out and touched her round belly, finally feeling relieved. She was fine, just exhausted and forced back into its original form.

Luo Jinxiao channeled spiritual energy from her palm to heal her, then placed her back into her pouch.

On the other side, Yan Ying finally coaxed Luo Ning into drinking the spring water. She stood up shakily, took a scroll from her sleeve, and tossed it to Luo Jinxiao.

“Here. This is the thing you risked your lives for. I opened it and looked, but there’s nothing on it.” Yan Ying rolled her eyes, the gesture quite noticeable on her blackened face.

Luo Jinxiao caught the scroll steadily, her gaze lingering on it for a moment before thanking Yan Ying.

Only now, in the daylight, could they see how miserable Yan Ying looked. Not only were her clothes tattered, but her face was also covered in soot. Standing next to her peacock, they looked like they had just crawled out of a furnace.

Yan Ying noticed her gaze and self-consciously wrapped herself with the tattered cloth.

“Go ahead and laugh if you want. I’m homeless now anyway. I might as well go back into the Changming Pagoda and turn into essence blood to nourish heaven and earth,” Yan Ying grumbled angrily.

“You want to go back?” Luo Ning, standing up with support from the ground, her small frame swaying, prompted Luo Jinxiao to quickly move to support her.

“If you go back, may heaven strike me with lightning if I ever come to see you again!” Luo Ning said.

Yan Ying’s face crumpled, and she hung her head in shame.

“Alright, you’ve guarded it for five years. Consider it atonement. Besides, the Changming Pagoda is no longer habitable. Why not return to the Wuhui Sect and let the elders decide?” Luo Jinxiao suggested, feeling sympathetic.

“That sounds good to me,” Yan Ying’s attitude changed quickly. She picked up the black chicken from the ground, placed it on her shoulder, and couldn’t help but smile.

Luo Jinxiao felt a pang of sadness as she watched her.

Yan Ying was, after all, the young mistress of a cultivation family, a favored child of heaven. Yet, because of the ignorance of the previous generation, she was implicated and fell into the dust.

However, it was good to see that she still seemed to have spirit and wasn’t so fragile.

Luo Jinxiao walked back to Qu Weiyin with the scroll and handed it to her.

Qu Weiyin’s pale hand trembled slightly as she took the scroll and opened it. Indeed, there wasn’t a single word on it, but Qu Weiyin nodded, “This is it. You should take it back and give it to the Sect Leader.”

“What is this thing?” Lu Fanzhi asked in surprise.

Qu Weiyin coughed lightly, her frail body slumping. Luo Jinxiao felt a pang of heartache and quickly knelt down, offering her shoulder for support.

Qu Weiyin rested for a moment before continuing, “This is called the Shan He Tu. In ancient times, it was considered one of the two great evil techniques alongside the Netherworld Diagram.”

“Later, those who cultivated them either suffered backlash from heaven and earth, bursting to death, or were killed by others. People finally realized the danger of these techniques, so the immortal sects sent cultivators to destroy them. They said they were destroyed, but in reality, they were just hidden.”

Luo Jinxiao listened intently and asked, “Does the Shan He Tu also require killing to cultivate?”

“No, but it will destroy the cultivator’s mind, making them cruel and bloodthirsty. And not everyone can cultivate it. It requires a certain fate.”

“Cruel and bloodthirsty? Isn’t that the same as being possessed by a demon? So there’s no difference from the Netherworld Diagram,” Lu Fanzhi interjected.

Qu Weiyin’s eyes dimmed, and she nodded slightly.

Luo Jinxiao looked at the scroll, a wave of worry rising in her heart. What did the Sect Leader want this for? Could it be to fight against the demon race?

She hoped not.

“Hey, when are we leaving? I want to change into clean clothes,” Yan Ying shouted.

“Let’s go now. We should return to the Wuhui Sect quickly to avoid any complications,” Luo Jinxiao replied. She softened her voice and looked at Qu Weiyin. “Is that alright, Junior Shishu?”

Qu Weiyin’s heart trembled at the question, and she nodded uncomfortably.

As Qu Weiyin tried to stand, a sudden taste of blood rose in her throat, causing her to bend over coughing again. Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao quickly channeled her energy to heal her.

Qu Weiyin rarely looked so weak. Usually, she would endure no matter how tired she was, but today, it seemed her injuries were too severe for her to maintain her composure.

Luo Jinxiao placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling the heat radiating from her body, likely due to internal injuries.

“It’s fine. This place isn’t safe. Let’s return to the Wuhui Sect first,” Qu Weiyin said, grasping Luo Jinxiao’s wrist and using her strength to stand up.

However, she nearly stumbled after taking just two steps. Luckily, Luo Jinxiao rushed forward and caught her shoulders.

“Junior Shishu, don’t push yourself. Let me carry you on my back,” Luo Jinxiao said, unable to bear seeing her in such a state.

“No need,” Qu Weiyin shook her head stubbornly, wanting to walk on her own. Luo Jinxiao, unsure what to do, simply made up her mind, turned around, and crouching down.

Her skirt spread out on the ground, revealing her straight and strong back to Qu Weiyin, making her blush.

“With so many people watching, what would it look like?” Qu Weiyin murmured, clutching her chest.

Luo Jinxiao turned to look at her and suddenly smiled. “What’s wrong with that? Could it be that Junior Shishu is feeling shy?”

Her smile was still as warm as the spring sun, her dimples deep.

“Nonsense,” Qu Weiyin scolded, but her face flushed red.

“Well, if Junior Shishu doesn’t want me to carry you on my back, I’ll have to hold you like I did before. I may not have gained much in these past five years, but I’ve definitely gotten stronger,” Luo Jinxiao grinned.

Qu Weiyin glanced at Lu Fanzhi, who was watching the scene with amusement, and bit her lip hard. Then, she bent down and leaned against Luo Jinxiao’s back. “When I recover, I’ll see how I’ll deal with you.”

Luo Jinxiao stood up effortlessly and suddenly turned back. “When Junior Shishu recovers, you can deal with me however you like.”

Her breath tickled Qu Weiyin’s cheek, sending a rush of heat to her face. She quickly turned her head away.

Finally, the group set off, flying swiftly on their swords towards the Wuhui Sect, leaving Chang Mu behind. The biting cold finally subsided, replaced by the warmth of a normal spring breeze.

Qu Weiyin wrapped her arms around Luo Jinxiao’s neck, thinking to herself. This was the second time Luo Jinxiao had carried her. It seemed like everything had changed, and yet, nothing had changed at all.

“What exactly happened to you back there?” Qu Weiyin asked.

Luo Jinxiao pondered for a moment before answering, her words carried by the wind, “I don’t know where that power came from. It was as if I heard someone whispering in my ear, an old woman, very old.”

“Were you still… yourself?” Qu Weiyin asked.

“Of course they were. It’s just that… my thoughts suddenly became unfamiliar, and my actions were unfamiliar too. But I was still me,” Luo Jinxiao said slowly, carefully choosing her words.

Qu Weiyin nodded faintly. She was tired and rested her chin on Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder.

Her small chin barely had any weight, yet it sent shivers down Luo Jinxiao’s spine.

“I’m glad it was still you,” she murmured, her voice almost inaudible.

Luo Jinxiao smiled. Hearing Qu Weiyin say that, her heart suddenly filled with colorful bubbles, bursting sweetly one after another.

“Were you scared?” Luo Jinxiao pushed her luck.

She expected Qu Weiyin to scold her, but instead, Qu Weiyin hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “I was terrified that you weren’t you anymore.”

Luo Jinxiao’s heart clenched at these words, a dull ache spreading through her chest.

The journey from Chang Mu to Wuhui Sect was considerable. They flew for two days and nights, stopping occasionally, before finally reaching familiar territory. As they passed over prosperous towns, a sense of peace settled over them.

They arrived late at night, so they didn’t disturb the Sect Leader and the elders. They stealthily returned to their rooms and fell asleep. Luo Jinxiao, however, carried Qu Weiyin back to the Hanyun Pavilion on the cliff.

Everything inside the Hanyun Pavilion remained unchanged, exactly the same as it was five years ago. Luo Jinxiao sighed inwardly as she took it all in.

Qu Weiyin’s life was utterly boring. Even the vase that once held hibiscus flowers was meticulously placed in the same spot, though the flowers inside had long since withered and dried.

“You can put me down now,” Qu Weiyin said softly from behind her.

Luo Jinxiao agreed with a smile, but she was reluctant to let go as she placed Qu Weiyin on the bed, deliberately slowing down her movements.

She tried to help Qu Weiyin lie down, but Qu Weiyin gently pushed her hand away.

“Aren’t you tired?” Qu Weiyin asked.

“Not at all,” Luo Jinxiao replied with a smile, despite the aches in her back and waist. She reached out and probed with her spiritual energy, then shook her head. “Junior Shishu, why haven’t you recovered after all this time? I need to tell the Sect Leader and ask her for help.”

Just as she straightened up, Qu Weiyin grabbed her sleeve.

“No need. It’s too late. We can discuss it tomorrow,” Qu Weiyin refused.

“We can’t wait. It’s been delayed for so long. If it doesn’t heal completely, what if it leaves lasting damage?” Luo Jinxiao insisted.

“I said no need,” Qu Weiyin furrowed her brow, her phoenix eyes wide and trembling in the flickering candlelight.

“Not this time. You need to listen to me today.” Luo Jinxiao was partly teasing her and partly genuinely worried. She stepped back, intending to leave.

Qu Weiyin, in a moment of panic, got out of bed. Luo Jinxiao, afraid she would fall, abruptly stopped, and the two collided. Luo Jinxiao’s lips brushed against Qu Weiyin’s smooth nose.

Qu Weiyin quickly turned her face away, her nose burning, her eyes darting around, not knowing where to look. “Why are you so disobedient? Do my words no longer matter to you?” she scolded.

Luo Jinxiao pursed her lips, stunned into silence.

From her perspective, Qu Weiyin, despite her pale complexion, was still as beautiful as a celestial being, with rosy lips, pearly white teeth, and enchanting phoenix eyes, enough to make even the most beautiful birds envious.

Qu Weiyin realized her tone had been too harsh and thought Luo Jinxiao was angry. She suppressed her urge to scold and said, “It’s not too late to find someone tomorrow. Besides, I know my own body. I’ve just been injured by demonic energy again. I’ll recover with some rest. I’ve already troubled the Sect Leader once and don’t want to bother others constantly.”

Seeing that Luo Jinxiao remained silent, she gently bit her lip and said softly, “Jinxiao, be obedient. I’m so tired.”

As she spoke, her usual authority and coldness were gone, replaced by a hint of reproach and tenderness.

Luo Jinxiao had never seen Qu Weiyin like this before. Her mind went blank, nearly forgetting where she was, let alone her intention to seek help for Qu Weiyin’s injuries.