2 – Chapter
Who would have thought demon creatures also have a taste for men?
He Xuan, hidden in the shadows of the cave, immediately curled his lips into a cold sneer.
“So that’s how it is.”
Mu Lingyan decided to keep up the act: “Yes, Master, your disciple killed all the demon creatures and even suffered quite a few injuries!”
“And my robes—were they torn by the demon creatures?”
Mu Lingyan brazenly doubled down: “Exactly.”
“Oh? I never imagined those demon creatures would also fancy men.”
Mu Lingyan forced a dry laugh: “Exactly! Demons these days aren’t even proper demons anymore! Isn’t that strange? Hehehe…”
He Xuan’s fingers lightly brushed against his sleeve. “If I ever find that demon creature, I will make sure it experiences all ten of Kun Mountain’s Water Prison tortures.”
“What do you think, disciple?”
The voice echoing from deep within the cave was still clear and pleasant, yet carried an indescribable undertone.
“Master… is absolutely right…”
Mu Lingyan shuddered slightly, feeling that something about the male lead she had written was off.
But then she remembered that in her story, right up until his death in the grand finale, he had always been an upright gentleman.
Mu Lingyan chalked it up to her own discomfort with transmigrating into the book, convinced that He Xuan was perfectly normal.
After all, his character was set in stone.
“Disciple, help me up…”
Mu Lingyan walked over and extended both hands to support He Xuan’s arm.
Being in such close contact with the male lead she had created filled her with complex emotions, mingled with guilt over the rushed ending she had written.
She had serialized this novel for three whole years, and He Xuan was her ideal lover in her heart.
Now, transmigrated into the book and seeing him in person, there was no doubt—his appearance and aura had completely captivated her.
But if the plot of her own novel unfolded as written,
the Kunshan Sword Sect would soon be destroyed, and she would be the one responsible.
How troubling…
“Disciple, why have you been so distracted today?”
A crisp, refreshing scent drifted into Mu Lingyan’s nostrils—He Xuan’s fragrance was more like ice and snow, both fresh and chilling.
“Not at all, Master. Your disciple was just thinking about how to get back.”
Mu Lingyan helped He Xuan out of the cave, and they stood together outside.
As they faced the wind, she finally got a clear look at He Xuan’s face. For a moment, she was dazzled by his beauty, staring blankly at his features.
Who would have thought someone could truly look like an immortal from a painting?
No wonder he was the prized flower of the Kunshan Sword Sect in her writing.
He was just too beautiful!
He Xuan caught Mu Lingyan’s intense gaze out of the corner of his eye.
The disdain hidden within his seemingly detached expression nearly surfaced several times.
But remembering that he was currently no match for this enchantress, he held it back.
No matter what, he had already drawn the culprit into this story.
Taking her life was only a matter of time.
“Disciple, I’m a bit thirsty.”
How could she neglect a request from such a beauty?
Mu Lingyan responded eagerly, “Your disciple will go fetch water for you, Master!”
He Xuan watched expressionlessly as the red-clad figure walked away, narrowing his eyes as he contemplated a hundred different ways to kill Mu Lingyan.
If not for her, the sect would not have been destroyed, his disciples would not have met tragic ends, and he would not have ended up in such a state.
This vengeance, he was determined to exact.
Mu Lingyan stood by the river, taking a deep breath. Her full lips pressed together, and her eyes sparkled with joy.
“Transmigrating into a book isn’t so bad after all. At least here, I can start over.”
“No one forces me to do things I don’t want to do, no loan sharks threaten me every few days, and I don’t have to personally doom the characters I created.”
She had always felt she was born under an unlucky star.
Never did she expect that on her twentieth birthday, after ending both her novel and her life, the heavens would give her such a massive surprise.
Mu Lingyan swore to treat He Xuan exceptionally well, to make up for all the wrongs she had inflicted upon him through her writing.
Tentatively, she used her spiritual sense to retrieve a jade pot from her storage ring, filled it with water, and hurried back to the cave.
“Master, I’ve brought the water!”
When Mu Lingyan returned, He Xuan was not alone at the cave entrance. Beside him stood a young woman in pink robes.
The girl had almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks, her smile curving her eyes into crescent moons.
He Xuan, who was usually stern and unsmiling, had the faintest hint of a curve on his thin lips as she amused him.
This young girl must be her junior sister.
Her name was Ruan Jiujiu, a wood spiritual root cultivator.
Seeing Mu Lingyan, Ruan Jiujiu waved cheerfully. “Senior Sister, you’re back! We finally found you and Master. Third Senior Brother and I were worried sick.”
“That demon creature last night was truly terrifying!”
Mu Lingyan smiled and handed the jade pot to He Xuan. “Master, the water you requested.”
Unexpectedly, He Xuan merely gave her a cold glance before turning to Ruan Jiujiu with a gentle tone.
“Xiao Jiu, let’s return to the inn.”
Ruan Jiujiu scratched the back of her head, winked at Mu Lingyan, and gestured for her to follow quickly.
Mu Lingyan awkwardly withdrew the jade pot and trailed behind the two.
Her thoughts drifted far away…
She had written her male protagonist as heartless and emotionless, a rigid, aloof sword cultivator.
And how had she described this junior sister?
Seemingly carefree and a cultivation failure.
As for the character “Mu Lingyan,” she had been crafted in the image of who she herself wished to be—sharp and independent, and in some ways, the most similar to He Xuan.
Thinking of the tragic ending she had written in a state of despair, where all characters perished…
Mu Lingyan’s heart ached.
The characters from her book now stood before her, alive and real.
Her few strokes of the pen had unwittingly subjected them to so much suffering.
Mu Lingyan resolved that upon returning to the sect, she would treat her fellow disciples well and do everything in her power to protect the Kunshan Sword Sect.
Naturally, He Xuan was unaware of Mu Lingyan’s thoughts.
When he regained his memories upon rebirth, what stood out most vividly was the moment Mu Lingyan’s true identity was exposed—she was actually the Demon Venerable of the Demon Realm.
She had even committed those vile acts against him, destabilizing his Dao heart and nearly driving him to demonic cultivation.
The sect was trampled by the Demon Realm, his disciples perished one by one, and he, covered in blood, swore to defend the Kunshan Sword Sect to his last breath.
A single Leisurely Heart Sword, stained with countless drops of blood.
Centuries later…
It was only when he awakened his consciousness during his ascension that he realized it had all been nothing but a story.
And the mastermind behind it all was the very creator of this world, now walking behind him.
With such deep-seated hatred, how could he not despise her?