Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

The Ghost King stood at the end of the corridor on the upper floor of the inn, his hands behind his back, gazing out the window at the distant mountains where dusk was gradually falling, his brows slightly furrowed.

He was still puzzled. That kid's talent and potential were the best he had ever seen, even comparable to Wan Jianyi of the Qingyun Sect back then.

But why is his cultivation only at the third or fourth level of the Jade Purity Realm?

Moreover, the aura within him was strange, his physical body was incredibly strong, and there was a faint aura of cold and deathly stillness, yet also a terrifying devouring intent, as well as a trace of... an extremely faint fluctuation belonging to their Holy Church's sacred artifact, the Blood Devouring Bead.

Could it be... that the Bloodthirsty Bead is on him?

But the aura wasn't quite pure; it seemed to have been suppressed or fused with something older and more ferocious.

Just then, Biyao gently pushed open the door and walked in, going to his side.

"father."

"Hmm." The Ghost King withdrew his gaze and looked at his daughter. "That boy, still won't give in?"

Biyao shook her head, her eyes dimming: "He...he has someone else in his heart."

The Ghost King was silent for a moment, then said, "It's alright. People's hearts will change over time. Keep him by your side and take good care of him. Try to win him over with your affection. He is not a heartless person. You went through hardships with him in the Dripping Blood Cave, and he treated you differently. Given time, you may be able to accomplish something."

Biyao bit her lip and whispered, "Father, in the Dripping Blood Cave, we... found the first volume of the Heavenly Book."

The Ghost King shuddered, abruptly turning to look at her, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented glint of light: "Really?!"

Biyao nodded: "It's carved on the wall of a stone chamber. I've seen some of it; it's incredibly profound and must be genuine. And..." She took the Hehuan Bell from her waist, "This Hehuan Bell was also obtained there."

The Ghost King took the Hehuan Bell, examined it carefully, and felt the spiritual energy it contained. His face showed excitement: "Good! Good! Yao'er, you have done a great service! With the first volume of the Heavenly Book, how can my Ghost King Sect not prosper!"

He paced excitedly down the corridor, then suddenly stopped, looked at Biyao, and his eyes sharpened: "Who else knows about this?"

"It was just him and me," Biyao said. "He... also read the Heavenly Book, and he read it very carefully. He seemed... to be able to understand some of it."

The Ghost King's eyes narrowed; this kid was indeed extraordinary! The thought in his mind became even more firm.

This boy must not be allowed to return to Qingyun Sect! If he goes back and tells Qingyun about the first volume of the Heavenly Book, the consequences will be unimaginable. Moreover, with his talent, if Qingyun were to nurture him with all its might, he would surely become a major threat to the Ghost King Sect in the future!

"Yao'er," the Ghost King said in a deep voice, "you must make him stay completely. No matter what method you use. The matter of the first volume of the Heavenly Book must not be revealed in the slightest. As for the Hehuan Bell, now that you have obtained it, it is your opportunity. Refine it well."

Biyao nodded silently and gripped the Hehuan Bell tightly in her hand.

……

As night deepened, an oil lamp was lit in the inn room, its dim yellow light barely dispelling a small patch of darkness.

Jiang Xiaochuan was still tied to the bed and unable to move. Biyao brought in a basin of hot water, soaked a cloth in it, wrung it out, and walked to the bedside to silently wipe his face.

Jiang Xiaochuan turned his face away: "No need."

Biyao ignored him, stubbornly finished wiping her face, and then went to wipe his exposed arms and neck. Her movements were very light and careful, and the cool cloth brought a refreshing feeling as it wiped his skin.

After wiping him, Biyao sat down by the bed and looked at him for a while. Suddenly, she reached out and gently wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her face against his chest.

Jiang Xiaochuan froze: "What are you doing?"

"Sleep," Biyao said in a muffled voice, hugging her tighter, "like we were in the Dripping Blood Cave."

"How can I sleep like this? It's uncomfortable!" Jiang Xiaochuan began to struggle, thrashing about like a fish out of water.

"Untie me! Biyao, elder sister, ancestor! Untie me, I promise I won't run away! It's so uncomfortable being tied up like this, my blood isn't flowing, my hands and feet are numb! It's not comfortable for you to hold me either! Untie me, please!"

Biyao looked up at him: "You really aren't going to run?"

"Why would I run away?!" Jiang Xiaochuan said earnestly. "My spiritual power hasn't fully recovered yet, and your father and Aunt You are watching outside. Where can I run? I'm not stupid!"

Biyao stared into his eyes for a long time, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.

In the end, she seemed to believe him, or perhaps her heart softened. She released him, stood up, and said, "This spirit-binding rope was cast by my father himself; I can't untie it. I'll go and beg him to untie it."

With that, she turned and left the room.

Jiang Xiaochuan watched her disappearing figure outside the door, a glint of triumph flashing in his eyes.

Before long, Biyao returned, followed by the Ghost King. The Ghost King glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan, said nothing, but simply raised his hand and beckoned. The dark golden Spirit-Binding Rope, as if it had a life of its own, automatically loosened from Jiang Xiaochuan's hands and feet and flew back into his sleeve.

Jiang Xiaochuan immediately felt his limbs lighten, his blood flowed better, and the numbness subsided. He moved his wrists and ankles and showed a comfortable expression on his face.

"Thank you, Senior Ghost King!" he said with a grin.

The Ghost King gave a faint "hmm," gave him a meaningful look, turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Only the two of them remained in the room. Biyao sat back down on the edge of the bed and looked at him. This time, Jiang Xiaochuan behaved himself and stopped struggling. He just twisted his body, found a relatively comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

"Go to sleep," he said.

Biyao looked at him for a while, then blew out the oil lamp, took off her outer robe, lay down beside him, reached out, and habitually wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his cool neck.

In the darkness, all was silent. Only the soft breathing of the two people could be heard.

Jiang Xiaochuan closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he were asleep. Biyao also gradually relaxed, feeling sleepy.

He didn't know how much time had passed, maybe an hour, maybe longer, when Jiang Xiaochuan quietly opened his eyes a crack in the darkness. He held his breath and listened carefully. Biyao's breathing was even and long, so she was obviously fast asleep.

He gently, very lightly, removed Biyao's hands from his waist. Biyao murmured something but didn't wake up.

Jiang Xiaochuan carefully sat up, threw off the covers, and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor without making a sound.

He groped his way to the window in the dark, gently pushed it open, and the cool night breeze rushed in. Outside the window were quiet streets and the deep darkness of night.

He felt a surge of excitement.

They've run away, bro! They've run away!

He braced himself against the windowsill with one hand, strained his waist and abdomen, and tried to flip himself out.

However, just as his upper body was leaning out of the window and one leg was still dangling on the windowsill, his movements froze.

Beneath the eaves outside the window, a figure dressed in black and masked had silently appeared, unnoticed. You Ji leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her deep, dark eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight, a half-smile playing on her lips, as she stared at him intently.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Jiang Xiaochuan: "(*ﾟﾛﾟ)!!"

Yuji: 「(▼ヘ▼#)」

A cool night breeze blew by, swirling a few fallen leaves between the two of them.