The Cultivation World, Luoxia Immortal Sect.
As an immortal paradise, the sky here was always exceptionally blue.
Even the ubiquitous air, thanks to the spiritual energy, felt much sweeter and clearer than what the young girl remembered from her previous life.
The rain had just stopped, and the sky was fresh.
Everything was a lovely, vibrant green.
A small girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, sat by the window, staring blankly at the world outside.
Her fluffy tail hung limply, and her large fox ears, tinged with a hint of pink, drooped low.
No matter how cheerfully the cranes and birds chirped outside the window, she did not spare them a second glance.
Her entire being radiated an intense sense of absentmindedness.
Combined with the single, curved strand of hair on her head that swayed in the breeze, and her small expression of wanting to say something but not knowing what, she looked exactly like a wronged, bullied little pushover who could only be led by the nose.
However, Qian Yu could hardly be blamed for her confusion and sense of grievance.
Not only had she discovered she had transmigrated into a book, but she also knew she was utterly doomed.
“Feng Ni”—a tragic fantasy novel about how a simple girl who only wanted to cultivate in peace was gradually forged into a Feng Aotian amidst the ugliness of the world and the murkiness of human nature.
The protagonist, Gu Qinghan, started as a fragile white lotus but would eventually grow into a Feng Aotian through a series of tragedies.
And she, Qian Yu, was the selfish minor villain who would teach the protagonist just how ugly human nature could be.
As a useless little Half-Yao whose master was dead, who had no senior sisters, and possessed terrible talent, she was destined to be a disgrace.
Bullied and looked down upon by everyone, she would not only betray the protagonist, the Feng Aotian who had once saved her life, but would also cruelly slash the other girl’s face with a knife.
At first, she would be forced into it, but after taking one wrong step after another, her later actions would be driven by her own malicious initiative.
The protagonist would forgive her once because of her tears, yet Qian Yu would still choose to betray her a second time.
And that time, acting as a sidekick, she would cause the Feng Aotian—who still held onto a glimmer of hope for humanity—to suffer the greatest setback of her life.
Her respected master would die, her beloved spirit pet would be poisoned, and the protagonist herself would end up with shattered meridians, fleeing while heavily injured.
In a way, this seemingly pure and timid little fox, Qian Yu, could be considered Gu Qinghan’s life mentor—the kind who taught her that good people deserved to be bullied and betrayed.
“It’s over! It’s over! I’m really not going to survive this!”
The air grew increasingly sweltering, and the birds outside became a cacophony of noise.
The little Half-Yao, barely 1.5 meters tall, paced back and forth in the room with bare feet.
The tragic ending dictated by fate left Qian Yu with no time to care about the fact that she had turned into a girl.
She remembered all too clearly what would eventually happen to her—
First, the little fox would be filled until she became a cream-filled fox.
Then came the Thousand Insects Gnawing the Heart.
Finally, she would be thrown to a wicked woman to serve as a Star Slave, where not even her soul would remain amidst the other’s insatiable desires.
Her actions certainly warranted such an end, but she hadn’t actually done any of those things yet!
Why did she have to be thrown to a wicked woman of the Demonic Cult who practiced the Way of Gathering during her Spring Water Cycle by the protagonist?!
That was a season where a single touch would cause ripples of moisture and a total loss of sanity…
With teary eyes, Qian Yu, dressed in tattered clothes, was as anxious as a fox on a hot griddle.
Her drooping, snow-white tail swept the floor of the thatched hut repeatedly, but she didn’t even notice.
She desperately wanted to run for her life, but in an era where humans and Yao were irreconcilable, and Half-Yao were tolerated by neither race, once she stepped out of the sect gates, her only fate would be to become a Star Slave or be reduced to a Yao core.
Then the only way…
*Ding—*
As a crisp dinging sound rang out, the little fox’s eyes lit up.
Her dark, large eyes were instantly filled with hope.
Was it not said that heaven always leaves a path?
She knew exactly what that dinging sound represented.
Wasn’t it the legendary essential item for every transmigrator?
Her drooping pink ears pricked up, and her sharp fox teeth, symbolic of a carnivore, were unconsciously revealed.
The corners of Qian Yu’s mouth curled up slightly as she murmured:
“Resurrect, my system!”
…
The air remained silent for a long moment.
After a while, the crisp dinging sound rang out again from outside the door, followed by an impatient scolding:
“Stupid fox! Hurry up and open the door for Senior Sister Nalan! Do you want to die?”
“Oh! Coming!”
Qian Yu scratched her head and dashed out to open the door.
It turned out there was no system at all; it was just someone knocking. ┭┮﹏┭┮
Before she could even feel disappointed, the door to her residence swung open.
Qian Yu was greeted by a barrage of verbal abuse and shoving.
“Qian Yu! What is wrong with you? Didn’t I tell you to come find us yourself this afternoon?”
The speaker was a cute girl with twin-tails.
She wore an exquisite pink dress and white silk stockings.
Although her features weren’t exceptionally outstanding, she still looked quite playful and lovely thanks to her numerous accessories and meticulous makeup.
At the moment, she was barging through the courtyard gate with a look of disgust, glaring at Qian Yu.
Qian Yu only needed one look to realize who this immature girl with fair, rounded cheeks was.
Tang Qiurou.
A wicked “green tea” girl who looked as pure as a lotus emerging from water but had more schemes than anyone else.
Using her status as a True Disciple, she committed petty and cruel acts everywhere.
The Feng Aotian protagonist had been targeted by her many times, and Qian Yu was frequently bullied by her as well.
Nothing good ever happened whenever she came looking for her.
And, afternoon? What afternoon?
As her small brain whirled rapidly, a guess flickered in Qian Yu’s mind.
Unexpectedly, this brief moment of silence was seen as a grave offense by the girl in front of her.
How dared a Half-Yao not answer her?
“Stupid fox! I’m talking to you, do you hear me?!”
Tang Qiurou’s face was round and fair, and the twin-tails behind her head swayed slightly as she spoke.
Yet, this girl who looked quite pure actually moved to deliver a heavy slap to Qian Yu the moment they met.
A gust of wind, filled with force and anger, rushed at her face.
The muscle memory remaining in her body caused Qian Yu’s pupils to dilate and her tail to bristle. Her whole body began to tremble slightly.
Based on experience, this slap would likely cause swelling and pain that wouldn’t subside for half a month.
But she knew she couldn’t dodge; otherwise, what awaited her would be even more terrible humiliation and whipping.
The scars on her body, which had healed only to be layered with new ones, began to throb.
The burning pain of the past rushed to her heart.
Even if she wanted to dodge, she was only at the early stage of the First Realm, and had no power to resist Tang Qiurou, who was already in the Second Realm.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
The wind stung, but just as Qian Yu was about to close her eyes and accept her fate of being slapped to the ground, an indifferent voice interrupted Tang Qiurou.
Walking forward was a golden-haired girl dressed in a moon-white dress with gold patterns.
She was tall and slender, with sharp, well-defined shoulders.
Her hair fell like molten gold, each strand faintly wrapped in a divine glow, exuding an indescribable nobility and majesty under the setting sun.
“Senior Sister Nalan?”
Tang Qiurou’s heart trembled as she looked at the figure walking up behind her.
Just a moment ago, she had felt immensely offended by Qian Yu’s silence.
But now, facing the gaze of this golden-haired girl, she didn’t dare utter another word.
Because, if she was a genius, the golden-haired girl before her was a true peerless genius.
The number one True Disciple of the Luoxia Immortal Sect, the most powerful successor to the sect’s future, and the person Tang Qiurou was loyal to—Nalan Yunyan.
“Bullying the weak is no great skill, especially since she might be your companion in the future.”
After a simple glance at Qian Yu, the golden-haired girl named Nalan Yunyan looked at Tang Qiurou and spoke calmly.
Her tone had no ups or downs, yet it was absolutely unquestionable.
Under that indifferent gaze, no matter how unwilling Tang Qiurou felt, she could only lower her head silently. “I… I’m sorry…”
“Huh?”
As that cold yet majestic voice appeared, Qian Yu, who had been waiting for the familiar pain for a long time, slowly smoothed down her bristling fur.
She opened her eyes with a hint of confusion.
When she saw the golden-haired girl bathed in sunlight, tall and majestic like a goddess from the nine heavens, she quietly closed them again.
Haha…
She wondered who had helped her.
It turned out to be the protagonist’s arch-enemy, the super arch-villain who persisted through the early, middle, and even the late stages of the story.
Being saved by such an existence…
It almost felt worse than taking a slap from Tang Qiurou…