1 – Chapter
Transmigrating into my own botched novel, and as the big villain?
“Drip—”
The sound of water droplets hitting the ground echoed in her ears, and a piercing, bone-chilling dampness seeped into her skin.
The woman in red lying in the cave had a pale face.
“Get away!”
“I’ll fight you to the death…”
Her groans grew louder, and the agony on her face deepened.
“Who can…”
“Save me…”
The woman flailed her arms wildly in the air, her tone pitiful and pleading, enough to break anyone’s heart.
Inside the cave, standing beside the woman was a man in a plain white robe.
He possessed an ethereal and aloof appearance, yet his overwhelming hostility and killing intent were laid bare without concealment.
He stood expressionlessly before the woman.
Not a trace of pity could be found in his eyes; upon closer inspection, one could even detect a suppressed, overwhelming hatred hidden within them.
“World Creator.”
“Finally found you.”
The man’s gaze was distant, his tone cold and merciless.
“Oh? About to wake up?”
When he noticed signs of the woman stirring, he pretended to faint.
Lying on the other side of the cave with his eyes tightly shut.
He even deliberately loosened his collar, intentionally revealing his delicate collarbone and lean chest.
“Stop chasing me!”
“Get away! I’ll just die, alright?!”
After a series of frantic and terrified cries, the woman in red slowly opened her eyes.
…
Mu Lingyan sat up, momentarily dazed. After gathering her thoughts, she realized she was inside a cave?
Had she been kidnapped by debt collectors and sold to some remote mountain area?
In her hazy memories, the debt-collecting thugs had been hot on her heels.
She had run for her life, watching as the menacing thugs closed in on her.
Already resolved to end it all, she had leaped into the lake in the park.
Had she failed to escape after all?
Even after jumping into the water, had they fished her out and brought her to the wilderness?
Damn it, was it really this hard to die?
“Ouch…”
A sharp pain shot through her calf, and Mu Lingyan inhaled sharply.
She then noticed that her arms and back were aching as well, but she couldn’t dwell on that now.
The cave was pitch dark, so Mu Lingyan had no choice but to grope her way toward the light at the entrance.
She moved forward cautiously, step by step.
Standing in the sunlight, she realized she was wearing a red dress.
The red dress had wide sleeves and a long robe, with dark golden cloud patterns embroidered around the collar.
Around her wrist was tied a black cord, from which dangled a small bell.
When she moved her wrist, the bell tinkled softly.
The more Mu Lingyan looked, the more something felt off.
If debt-collecting thugs had really kidnapped her, they should have left someone to guard her, and there was absolutely no reason to change her into such an ancient-style outfit.
What shocked her even more was that this bright red dress and the black cord with the bell resembled a character from her novel.
This character was from the novel she had been serializing for three years.
The reason she remembered it so clearly was that this was exactly what she had written just yesterday.
Under pressure from readers, publishers, and various other factors,
she had rushed to finish her first novel yesterday.
In the story, the righteous senior sister character had been turned into a corrupted villain with a single stroke of her pen, and after her corruption, that character wore exactly this kind of dress.
“Disciple…”
Huh?
Mu Lingyan, standing at the cave entrance, froze.
“Cough…”
Another weak, low cough came from inside the cave.
Was someone in there?
Mu Lingyan narrowed her eyes and looked toward the source of the cough, spotting a person leaning casually against the stone wall.
Like her, he was dressed in ancient-style clothing.
However, his robe was entirely plain white, with only his dark hair tied up by a bamboo hairpin.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed a long sword resting beside him.
The sword was snow-white from hilt to tip, with only the characters “Leisurely Heart” engraved on its handle.
Leisurely Heart Sword?
A plain white robe, ethereal features, and an aloof demeanor.
This was none other than the sect flower of the Kunshan Sword Sect, also the master of Worry-Free Peak—Immortal Lord He Xuan?
And the male lead of the novel she had just written to his death!
Oh my god!
This was enough to shock her entire family!
Had she transmigrated into the novel she wrote herself?
This was too unbelievable!
Wait!
Since He Xuan was here…
And given her own bright red dress…
Didn’t that make her Mu Lingyan, the sinner who forcibly seized and plundered her master, destroying Kun Mountain?
Mu Lingyan nearly choked on her breath, truly wishing she could just play dead on the spot.
“Disciple?”
He Xuan, leaning against the edge of the stone wall, called out softly, his voice weak yet tinged with a hint of confusion.
The light streaming in from the cave entrance only revealed his pale and handsome jawline.
Meanwhile, his eyes, hidden in the darkness, glared with hostility at Mu Lingyan standing at the cave entrance.
Naturally, Mu Lingyan noticed none of this.
Still reeling from the shock, she nervously swallowed and replied softly, as written in the novel, “M-Master?”
“Disciple, how did we end up here?”
How did we end up here?
Of course, it was because “Mu Lingyan” had turned dark, gradually revealing a twisted possessiveness toward her master, and today she intended to force herself on you, oh sect flower!
My goodness…
Why on earth had she written a character with the same name and surname as herself into such a dark path?
If she had known she would transmigrate into the novel she had written so poorly, she would have behaved better and crafted a proper plot.
Recalling the details of this scene, it seemed the sect leader of the Kunshan Sword Sect had sent He Xuan and others to the Demon Realm to gather information.
Last night, they were ambushed by demon creatures in the Demon Realm, and “Mu Lingyan” took the opportunity to kidnap He Xuan and bring him to this cave.
And she was planning to force herself on him!
Guiltily, she glanced toward He Xuan.
He Xuan’s robe was disheveled, his collar pulled down halfway, looking exactly like a bullied little wife after being wronged.
Even more like a deity dragged down from his divine pedestal.
Had she already forced herself on her own master?
So, was this the aftermath?
“Disciple? Why are you always spacing out? I asked you a question, and you haven’t answered.”
His voice was cool and clear, remaining calm and composed even in such a situation.
Mu Lingyan inwardly cursed herself for being a beast.
What kind of “mother” was she?
How could she arrange such a plot for such a radiant and noble male lead?
Whether the dual cultivation had succeeded or not…
Right now, she had to find a way to gloss over this matter.
Without blinking, she lied, “Master, this disciple doesn’t know either. Perhaps the demon creatures brought us here?”