Transmigration

“You’re shameless!”

In her dazed state, Yan Jue only felt something soft beneath her.

She frowned and reached out to grab at it, only to feel warm breath brush across her face.

It rose and fell with a faint plum-blossom fragrance, tickling the back of her neck.

Yan Jue opened her eyes and suddenly met a pair of clear black pupils, transparent as water.

Why was there a... woman beneath her?

Somehow, a woman had ended up pinned under her body.

And she was straddling the other woman’s waist and abdomen, looking down at her from above.

The woman’s features were cool and distant; she had fallen to the ground with one hand braced against the earth, her brows faintly knit. Her face was clean and delicate, and sunlight scattered over her fair skin, softening her outline.

She wore a snow-white dress. The crossed collar of her outer robe had been tugged open slightly, exposing skin so clear and bright it seemed carved from snow.

Perhaps the pose was too suggestive, because a warm blush stained the side of the woman’s face.

Yan Jue instinctively drew in a deep breath; a faint, secluded fragrance drifted at the tip of her nose, like that of a mountain valley deep in the woods.

Before she could react, a surge of spiritual power slammed into her and sent her flying backward. She crashed hard onto the ground.

The stone slabs beneath her were cold and hard, and the impact left her arms aching.

Yan Jue’s eyes flew wide open. Before she could even cry out in pain, her body rose on its own as though controlled by something else; stumbling and lurching, she ran toward the woman not far away.

Only then did Yan Jue realize that somewhere along the way, she had ended up with an extremely sharp little knife in her hand. Then, as if beyond her control, she raised her arm and brought it down viciously toward the slender, pale back of the woman’s neck.

Yan Jue was screaming in her heart, but what came out of her mouth was: “You vile woman, who told you to steal my Brother Chu!”

“...”

A wave of searing pain surged up from her chest and spread through every limb. Yan Jue leaped into the air and was thrown several zhang away.

???

Yan Jue was starting to suspect something was wrong.

If this was a dream, it was far too real.

She had just finished a day’s work and gone to bed; after closing her eyes, how had things turned into this?

She didn’t have time to think before a splitting pain erupted from her chest, as if it would tear her apart.

Yan Jue felt as though she was about to suffocate, so she curled up and gasped for air.

A gust of wind suddenly swept across her face, as if someone had stepped in front of her.

Yan Jue’s heart tightened. She opened her eyes a slit and froze.

The woman she had just been pressing beneath her was somehow now standing before her.

White robes billowed around her, and her long black hair was loosely tied back with a ribbon. Her face was cool and otherworldly.

Her pale garments snapped in the wind, making her seem like an immortal banished to the mortal world.

What first caught Yan Jue’s eye was the sword at the woman’s waist.

The slender blade was engraved with intricate inscriptions, and the scabbard was a solemn black.

The woman looked down at her and said indifferently, “The matter is already clear. Junior Sister, are you still insisting on refusing?”

Yan Jue stared, dazed. In her entire life, she didn’t think she had ever seen such a beautiful woman.

She blurted, “Who are you?”

Qi Xianqing lifted a brow at that; her expression turned even colder.

It was the junior sister beside her who snapped, “You have no shame. You’re the one who keeps causing trouble for Senior Sister Qi over and over, and now that you’ve been beaten, you’re pretending you don’t know anything? Just you wait—”

She raised her hand, and a cluster of green leaves gathered in her palm.

Qi Xianqing: “Let’s go.”

The junior sister: “Huh? But...”

Qi Xianqing shook her head lightly. Entangling herself with a junior sister whose cultivation was several levels below hers in another sect had never been her style.

What was more, this person’s methods were boring beyond belief. She had long since grown tired of it.

The black sword shot into the air at once, casting a pale glow in midair.

Qi Xianqing turned to leave, but suddenly her lower leg went heavy.

She looked back and saw Yan Jue with her eyes shut tight and her brows locked, clutching her leg with both arms. Her fair cheeks were flushed an unnatural pink, and the side of her face was pressed against the hem of Qi Xianqing’s dress; no matter what, she would not let go.

Qi Xianqing frowned slightly and took two steps forward; unexpectedly, the other person clung to her so tightly that she was dragged two steps across the ground.

“...”

Yan Jue hadn’t meant to do it.

She didn’t know what was going on; all she knew was that her whole body hurt unbearably, and she was seconds away from collapsing under the pain.

But as this woman drew closer, the pain seemed to ease a little.

Then Yan Jue suddenly heard the sound of wind near her ear. Her shoulder was struck hard, and her arms were yanked up against her will, bound behind her back by something.

Frowning, Qi Xianqing stepped onto her sword with the other woman and soon vanished into the distant sky.

Yan Jue stared blankly at everything in front of her. Only after a moment did she try to stand, and then she suddenly stiffened.

Her body had somehow been tied up with ropes, tightly bound so she couldn’t even get up.

The sky darkened rapidly.

It was the depth of winter; the air was bitterly cold.

Yan Jue looked at the sky in the distance, and something flashed through her mind.

Senior Sister Qi.

Brother Chu.

Her chest suddenly ached, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She had transmigrated into a book.

And she had transmigrated into the body of a cannon-fodder female supporting character from a male-oriented harem power fantasy she had once read, called *Heavenly Dao Is Hard to Find*.

In *Heavenly Dao Is Hard to Find*, there was a notorious cannon-fodder villain who shared her name; she was one of the male lead’s women.

The original host was a fox spirit. As a child, she had been playing in the mountains when the male lead happened to save her, and from then on she fell hopelessly in love with him. She even took human form and used every means possible to slip into Five Dragons Mountain, all just to stay by his side.

At first, it had been nothing more than a simple crush.

But when the fox demon discovered that the male lead did not love her, that feeling slowly changed.

The fox demon’s vile nature gradually surfaced; she began secretly stealing the male lead’s yang essence, hoping to lower his cultivation and keep him by her side.

However, the male lead was, after all, the male lead. While the original host relied on absorbing his vital energy to improve her own cultivation, she had no idea that he had long since secretly learned a method of transforming yin into yang.

The male lead played along. Every time he engaged in intimate relations with her, he secretly absorbed her full yin essence instead.

Without her yin essence, her final end was miserable.

In this world, demons and evil creatures were already unwelcome. Once her crimes were exposed, she was pierced through the chest by the female lead, Senior Sister Qi Xianqing of the Thunderflame Sect.

The heart of the thousand-year-old fox was dug out and became the most precious ingredient for alchemy.

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out all over Yan Jue’s body, and she instinctively looked up toward the sky.

The two women who had flown off just now.

One of them was the female lead of this book, Qi Xianqing.

If she remembered correctly, because the original host was infatuated with the male lead, she had always treated Qi Xianqing as a rival in love and would occasionally seek her out to provoke her.

The female lead, Qi Xianqing, was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm; her cultivation was not just a little higher than the original host’s, but by who knew how many times over. Naturally, the original host was no match for her.

So when she had transmigrated over just now, she had been dealt with.

Feeling the numb ache in her wrists behind her back, Yan Jue thought that she might have just transmigrated into the book and was already about to die.

But that was impossible. In the novel, a character like the original host was simply a stepping stone for the male lead’s rise from the Qi Refining stage to the Foundation Establishment Realm; if she was going to die, she’d die beneath the swords of the male and female leads.

In the novel, the enmity between the original host and Qi Xianqing was only mentioned in passing.

In this sort of situation, someone should probably come to save her...

Yan Jue moved her arms in despair. She had no idea how long she had lain on the freezing plaza; just when she felt that her whole body was nearly stiff with cold, the ropes behind her suddenly loosened.

She froze, then quickly sat up from the ground.

It was already night. Moonlight flowed like water.

A beautiful young woman’s wrists should have been as white as frost, yet a clear mark from the bindings had rubbed the skin raw there, faintly beading with blood.

The wound on her shoulder was also throbbing faintly.

Earlier, before the female lead left, she had no idea what had been used to whip her so viciously. That soul-splitting pain was probably from that final lash.

This female lead was way too ruthless!

The moment Yan Jue thought about how, in the original story, she would eventually have her heart pierced by someone like that, she felt utterly miserable.

...

But since she had already transmigrated into the book, going back was probably far harder than reaching the heavens. Figuring out her current situation was what mattered most.

Yan Jue gritted her teeth and stood up.

Faint traces of the original host’s memories lingered in her mind, and she knew that the Watercloud Sect, where the original host lived, was near this plaza.

Since a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm could not yet fly through the air, she could only drag her aching legs toward her room.

The mountain path twisted and turned, with lush green pines lining both sides.

After winding around through several turns, Yan Jue finally reached the little wooden house where she lived, relying on the original host’s memories.

She was still somewhat dazed, and the original host’s memories were blurry as well; she urgently needed somewhere quiet to sort out her thoughts.

In the novel, the original host lived alone in a quiet little courtyard.

Fortunately, aside from the male lead, the original host had never had any contact with anyone else, so Yan Jue did not have to worry about exposing herself or anything like that.

Yan Jue stepped onto the blue stone path in the courtyard and abruptly stopped, startled.

In the shadow beneath a plum tree not far away, there was someone standing there.

That person seemed to notice her and slowly walked out.

It was a young man with red lips and white teeth, tall and graceful, handsome as Pan An. He wore the standard bright-green robes of an outer sect disciple, and he was so good-looking it was hard to put into words.

Yan Jue stared blankly at him, and some unfamiliar stirring suddenly welled up in her heart. Then the young man looked at her with open disgust. “You went to trouble Senior Sister Qi today?”

The original host’s memories churned in her mind, and Yan Jue almost unconsciously blurted out two words: “Chu Fu.”

So it really was the thing she had feared most.

Chu Fu was the male lead of this novel; if she remembered correctly, he should still be an outer sect disciple.

The one who would ultimately kill her was Chu Fu and Qi Xianqing, that dog pair.

Chu Fu walked over, his expression clearly disgusted though forced to endure it. “I told you not to go cause her trouble. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll indulge you.”

Still the script of a hero swallowing humiliation for a beauty.

Yan Jue didn’t know how to answer, so she could only imitate the original host’s manner and look at the male lead as she slowly said, “Mm.”

For some reason, her voice came out soft and tender. Maybe this body still retained some of the original host’s habits; when facing the male lead, she felt an involuntary, maidenly flutter.

Chu Fu frowned at Yan Jue and suddenly grabbed her hand, dragging her into the room.

Yan Jue staggered from the pull. “If you have something to say, wouldn’t it be enough to say it outside?” Besides, this was her room, right? Just how familiar were this male lead and the original host?

Chu Fu turned to look at her, his face dark with shadow. “What did you say to her today?”

Yan Jue froze. “Huh? What did I say...?”

Chu Fu shut the door, cutting the room off from the outside world.

Looking at Yan Jue, he said each word coldly, as if they were about to drip ice: “Yan Jue, I’m telling you, if you dare say a single word about what happened between us to Senior Sister Qi, I absolutely will not let you off! Last time I didn’t know anything; I was only taken in by your charms. Nothing happened at all!”

As soon as Chu Fu said that, Yan Jue suddenly remembered.

The first ten chapters of this novel were basically all scenes between her, this cannon-fodder female supporting character, and the male lead.

Cannon-fodder supporting character Yan Jue had used every underhanded trick possible in order to seduce the male lead.

What Chu Fu had just said to her in that baffling way was probably because, some time ago, the original Yan Jue had used some method to try to seduce him, but failed.

Then, in order to force the male lead to sleep with her, Yan Jue had threatened to tell the female lead, Qi Xianqing, about it.

After sorting out the situation, Yan Jue only felt a splitting headache. She shook off the male lead’s hand and said impatiently, “I didn’t say anything.”

Chu Fu frowned. “Really? You really didn’t tell Senior Sister Qi about last time?”

The man was standing very close; a faint, seductive scent of vegetation drifted from him.

For some reason, a few indescribable images suddenly rose in Yan Jue’s mind, and her mouth went dry.

This body seemed to have been longing for the male lead for a very long time.

Yan Jue’s scalp prickled. With her back pressed tightly against the wall, she only wanted to get this male lead to leave as quickly as possible. “I really didn’t say anything. I promised I’d never tell her. Can you leave now?”

Chu Fu was stunned, apparently not expecting her to agree so readily.

At times like this, shouldn’t that demon woman still be threatening him for a while?

Something wasn’t right.

Chu Fu’s gaze darkened.

Today, he had been cultivating in his room and had ignored Yan Jue when she came to act coquettish and make trouble.

Who would have thought that Yan Jue, in a rage, would say she was going to tell Qi Xianqing about how he had lost control and forcibly kissed her last time.

Before he could stop her, she had already fled like the wind.

Chu Fu had also not expected this woman to be so shameless.

Even matters from the boudoir could be spread around.

Too dangerous.

He would have to give her some benefit if he wanted to seal her mouth forever.

Chu Fu looked at Yan Jue for a long moment; then the corners of his sensual lips slowly curled into a smile. He stepped forward and brushed his thumb under her chin. “If you’re truly willing to keep this secret with me, then swear the Five Poisons Oath right here.”

Yan Jue froze, staring at him in disbelief.

“If you behave, I’ll give myself to you.”

And then he began untying his belt.