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

Jiang Xiaochuan stood frozen on the windowsill, his upper body outside the window and his lower body inside, the night wind making his face feel cold.

Yu Ji stood in the shadow of the eaves, arms crossed, quietly watching him. The moonlight shone on her black veil, reflecting a cold light.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Um," Jiang Xiaochuan spoke first, his voice a little dry, "I'm going to the restroom."

Youji didn't speak, she just looked at him, her eyes shining eerily in the darkness.

"I really couldn't hold it in any longer," Jiang Xiaochuan added, trying to make his voice sound more sincere. "I drank too much soup for dinner."

Youji finally moved. She took a step forward, and the moonlight slanted down from behind her, casting a long, thin shadow at her feet.

"Going to the toilet," she said, her voice calm and even. "Climbing through the window?"

Jiang Xiaochuan choked for a moment. His mind raced: "Isn't this... being a complete stranger in a strange place? We can't find our way around."

Youji took another step forward. She was tall, and Jiang Xiaochuan could see the whorl of hair on her head and the section of her fair neck exposed outside the black veil when he looked down from the window.

"I'll take you there," said Youji.

"No, no, no," Jiang Xiaochuan quickly waved his hand, "Men and women should be different, this is not appropriate. Just tell me where the outhouse is, I'll go by myself."

Youji looked up at him. Her eyes were calm and deep, like a pool of water, revealing no emotion. But Jiang Xiaochuan felt that she was smiling, not at the corners of her mouth, but in her eyes, the kind of smile that said, "I see through you."

"Then you'll have to bear it," Youji said calmly, turning to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jiang Xiaochuan exclaimed anxiously, "What if she gets sick from holding it in? Your young lady still needs it!"

You Ji stopped in her tracks. She didn't turn around, but her shoulders seemed to tense slightly. After two seconds, she slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Xiaochuan again.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine. Had he said something wrong? Would he get beaten up?

But Youji didn't hit him. She just looked at him silently for a while, and then reached out her hand.

That hand was very white, with slender fingers and distinct knuckles; in the moonlight, it looked like a jade carving.

She grabbed Jiang Xiaochuan's wrist, which was still resting on the windowsill, with a light but steady grip, conveying an unquestionable sense of authority.

"Let's go," she said.

Jiang Xiaochuan was pulled down from the windowsill by her, his bare feet touching the cold floor. He tried to struggle, but You Ji's hands were like iron hoops, unmoving. He had no choice but to follow her outside.

The corridor was dark, with only a small window at the end letting in a sliver of moonlight. You Ji walked ahead, her footsteps light and almost silent. Jiang Xiaochuan followed behind her, watching her black silhouette, his mind racing.

The outhouse was in the backyard on the first floor. It was a separate little wooden hut, fairly clean. Yu Ji pushed open the wooden door and stepped aside.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood at the door without moving. He looked at You Ji, then at the outhouse.

"You wouldn't..." he hesitated, "you wouldn't...want to watch me go to the toilet, would you?"

You Ji's face was hidden behind a veil, so her expression couldn't be seen, but Jiang Xiaochuan felt that she was definitely frowning.

"Hurry up," she said, her voice tinged with impatience.

Jiang Xiaochuan dawdled as he went inside. The outhouse was small, with a small window for ventilation covered with yellowed oil paper. He stood there, his hands on his belt, without moving.

Youji stood at the door, neither coming in nor leaving. She had her back to the door and faced the courtyard, but her figure blocked the doorway, leaving no gap.

"You're here," Jiang Xiaochuan said, his voice muffled, "I can't get out."

Youji didn't turn around, nor did she speak.

"Really," Jiang Xiaochuan said again, with a hint of despair, "I get nervous with a grown man like you standing at the door. When I get nervous, I... can't pee."

Yu Ji's shoulders seemed to tense up again. She was silent for a few seconds before finally speaking, her voice even colder than before: "If you're not going, then go back."

"I'll go, I'll go," Jiang Xiaochuan said quickly.

He turned around, his back to the door, his hand on his belt, moving slowly and hesitantly, but his ears were perked up, listening carefully to the sounds behind him.

A few seconds later, he heard a faint rustling sound of fabric rubbing together. It was very soft, but he heard it. Youji turned around.

Jiang Xiaochuan was secretly delighted. An opportunity!

He quickly unbuckled his belt, but instead of actually going to the toilet, he tiptoed and quietly moved to the small ventilation window.

The window wasn't big, but he could barely squeeze through it. He reached out and gently pushed the window frame; it wasn't locked.

He glanced back and saw that Youji was still standing with her back to the door, her posture ramrod straight.

Jiang Xiaochuan took a deep breath, braced himself on the windowsill, and used his waist and abdomen to slip out of the small window silently, like an eel.

When I landed, my toes touched the ground first, which cushioned the impact and made no sound.

A night breeze swept over him, carrying the dampness of grass and trees. He stood in the shadows of the inn's backyard, looking around.

The courtyard wasn't big, and the wall wasn't high. He rushed to the wall in a few steps, used his hands and feet, and quickly climbed over, landing in the narrow alley outside.

run!

That was the only word on his mind.

He ran along the alley towards the edge of town, barefoot, his feet stomping painfully on the cold, rough stone pavement, but he didn't care. The wind howled in his ears, and his lungs burned.

After running for a while, he suddenly remembered something and slowed down.

I am at the fourth level of the Jade Purity Realm; I can control objects.

He slapped his forehead and cursed himself for being stupid.

He reached into his robes and pulled out an ordinary iron sword.

He made a hand seal, and the iron sword hummed softly, hovering a foot above the ground.

He jumped up, the sword dipped slightly, then stabilized.

"Walk!"

The iron sword carried him, wobbling as it rose into the air and flew out of the town. The night wind grew stronger, making his robes flutter and his hair fly wildly.

He didn't fly very high, only up to the treetops, to avoid being seen. He also didn't fly very fast, after all, his cultivation was limited, and his iron sword wasn't anything special.

After flying for about three or four minutes, he looked back. The inn was long gone, and the town lights were reduced to a small, blurry halo behind him. The night sky was pitch black, with only a few sparse stars.

They probably... ran away, right?

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a whooshing sound behind him, very faint, but very fast, growing closer and closer.

His heart tightened, and he turned around to look.

A black figure, like a ghost flitting through the night, was chasing after him at an astonishing speed. In just a few breaths, it was already not far behind him. In the moonlight, one could clearly see the black clothes and the cold eyes behind the veil.

It's You Ji.

Jiang Xiaochuan's scalp tingled, and he activated his spiritual power, causing the iron sword to accelerate rapidly. However, his meager cultivation level was like a child learning to walk in front of You Ji. In just an instant, You Ji caught up with him and flew alongside him.

The two flew one after the other in the night sky, no more than ten feet apart. You Ji neither made a move nor spoke, but just followed him. Jiang Xiaochuan could feel her gaze, like a solid ice spike, piercing his back.

After flying for a few more minutes, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't hold on any longer. Flying on the sword consumed his spiritual energy, and he hadn't fully recovered yet. Now he felt weak in his dantian and sweat was pouring down his forehead. He gritted his teeth, lowered his altitude, and landed in a clearing in the forest.

The iron sword clattered to the ground. Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against the tree trunk, panting, his chest heaving violently.

Youji landed lightly and stood three steps in front of him, quietly watching him.

The two were separated by the cool moonlight and the night wind.

"Senior Youji," Jiang Xiaochuan caught his breath, straightened up, and forced a smile, "Your cultivation is truly high, I admire you."

Youji ignored him.

"What are the benefits like at the Ghost King Sect?" Jiang Xiaochuan continued, trying to make conversation. "Does it include room and board? Is there annual leave? Do they pay for social insurance and housing fund?"

Youji remained silent, only staring at him with the same look she had given him as if he were a dead man.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt uneasy under her gaze, but he kept talking: "Actually, I think Senior Youji is quite good. You're strong, don't talk much, and are reliable. It's just..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over Youji.

You Ji was tall and slender, and although she was dressed in black, her curves were still undeniable.

She has a slim waist, long legs, and curves in all the right places. Her face is covered by a veil, but the exposed part of her neck and her eyes are enough to make one imagine that the face under the veil must be beautiful.

"I wonder how old Senior Youji is this year?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked, mustering his courage. "She looks quite young, and has a great figure, but I don't know her actual age..."

Before he could finish speaking, Youji moved.

She didn't walk over; she teleported in an instant, appearing right in front of him. Jiang Xiaochuan didn't even see how she moved; he only felt a blur before his eyes, a tightening around his neck, and he was lifted up.

Youji grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him into the air like a chick. Jiang Xiaochuan kicked and struggled, but couldn't break free. Her hands looked slender, but her strength was frightening.

"Too talkative." Yu Ji finally spoke, her voice as cold as ice.

She picked up Jiang Xiaochuan, turned around, and flew towards the town at an astonishing speed.

The night wind howled in his ears, the scenery rushed past, and Jiang Xiaochuan was grabbed by the collar, his neck was sore from being strangled, and he could hardly breathe.