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

The sunlight was blinding, shining brightly on Black Wind Cliff. The dampness of last night was gone, leaving only the dry, hot smell of stones and the salty, fishy smell carried by the sea breeze.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood at the edge of the cliff, squinting. There weren't many people on the cliff; a dozen or so Ghost King Sect disciples in black were scattered around. He didn't see Qinglong, nor did he see that figure that always made people feel breathless. Youji stood with her arms crossed on the inner edge of the cliff, her face veiled in black gauze, like a shadow. Then, he saw Biyao.

Her light green dress stood out against the gray-black cliffs and the crowd of people in black. Her hair was neatly combed, and her hairpins were shiny. Her face looked alright, except that her lips were pursed a little tightly. She was also looking at him.

Jiang Xiaochuan's lingering sense of unease intensified under the sun. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light, forcing a smile. "Oh, Miss Biyao, you look great. Where's Senior Brother Xiao? I've come all this way, I should at least be allowed to see him, shouldn't I?"

Biyao didn't speak, she just looked at him, her eyes were a little empty and heavy, as if they contained a lot of things, which were not clearly seen because they were wrapped in her bright water-green clothes. She looked at him for a few breaths before raising her hand.

Two black-clad disciples led a man out from under the cliff behind. The man was dressed in the robes of a demonic sect disciple, covered in dust, with torn cuffs and a few strands of hair disheveled. He looked a little tired, but his features were extremely handsome. When he saw Jiang Xiaochuan, his brows immediately furrowed, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

"Senior Brother Xiao, right?" Jiang Xiaochuan spoke first, his gaze sweeping over Xiao's face. He thought to himself, "He's quite handsome." He turned to Biyao, his smile fading slightly. "I've seen him, he's alive. Shouldn't we let him go?"

Biyao took a step forward, walking to the brightest spot in the sunlight, her light green skirt brushing against the dusty ground.

"Come here."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't move, raising an eyebrow: "Walk over there? Miss Biyao, that's not very fair of you. I'm already here, what tricks are you trying to pull? Why don't you release them first, and I'll stand here and talk to you?"

"If I really wanted to play tricks," Biyao looked at him, her voice flat, "I could have Aunt You knock you out, tie you up, and take you back right now. There's no need to waste words with you."

Jiang Xiaochuan choked for a moment. He glanced at You Ji, who stood beside him like a pillar, weighed his options, and then obediently lifted his foot and walked towards her.

He stopped when he was three or four steps away from her. Biyao took another half step forward, so close that he could see the small shadow cast by her eyelashes in the sunlight, and the resentment, anger, or something else she was trying so hard to suppress in her eyes. She raised her hand, her fingertips slightly cool, and gently touched the cheek on which he had been hit earlier.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked, her voice suddenly softening, like the murmurs she made in the middle of the night when she leaned close to me in the Changhe City Inn.

Jiang Xiaochuan stiffened for a moment, turned his face away to avoid her fingertips, and said with a hint of helplessness and speechlessness, "Big sister, it's been so many days, it should have healed by now. That hurt quite a bit, but it shouldn't have lasted until now."

Biyao's hand froze in mid-air, not retracting. She stared at his turned profile, watching his Adam's apple bob slightly and his "why are you bringing this up again?" expression.

The anger that had been building up inside her for so long, a mixture of grievance, resentment, and being deceived, suddenly surged up. She moved closer, almost touching him, tilting her face up so that her breath brushed against his chin.

"You really don't want to stay by my side? I'm rich, lots and lots of rich. Whatever you want, I can get it for you. I'm not bad looking... right? You've seen my body, touched it, and hugged it. The men who chase me line up from Qingyun Mountain to Fox Ridge Mountain. Jiang Xiaochuan, what's wrong with me that makes you want to run away so much, that you... lied to me like this?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was forced to lean back again, his helplessness turning into a wry smile: "No, Biyao, what are you talking about? I'm a righteous person, I cultivate the ruthless path, I..."

"The Path of Heartlessness?" Biyao interrupted him, scoffing, but her eyes were a little red. "You cultivate the Path of Heartlessness? Who was it that held me as we slept in the Dripping Blood Cave? Who was it that let me lean on you for warmth on the island? In Changhe City, when I kissed you, you dodged faster than a rabbit, your ears turning bright red. Was that also cultivating the Path of Heartlessness?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's face flushed, feeling a little embarrassed: "Th-th, didn't you come over yourself? I was... I was..."

"What? Are you pitying me? Are you just trying to appease me?" Biyao suddenly raised her hand, jabbing his chest hard with her index finger, again and again, until he took a half step back. "Jiang Xiaochuan, you're a heartless bastard! A wolf in sheep's clothing! A white-eyed wretch!"

She poked him hard, her fingertips striking his sternum through his clothes, where it was warm and flat. Jiang Xiaochuan felt a pang in his heart, thinking, "I never had a heart to begin with."

He reached out and grasped her wrist, which was still poking his chest. Her hand was cold; even after being in the sun for so long, it was still cold. He didn't hold on too tightly, but he didn't let go either.

"Biyao," he called her name, his voice lowering, "Stop making a scene. Can I take her with me now?"

Biyao struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free, her wrist gripped tightly. Looking at his face so close to hers, at that familiar, both hateful and alluring, lukewarm helplessness in his eyes, the fire in her chest suddenly ignited into something else—a burning, reckless heat. She took a breath, suppressing the bitterness, and a mocking, malicious smile returned to her face.

"Sure," she said, her voice regaining its usual sweetness, even trailing off slightly.

"Let him go, simple. But there's a condition."

"What are the prerequisites?"

Biyao didn't speak, but simply raised her other free hand and touched her lips with her fingertips. Her lips were coated with a light layer of lip rouge, which glistened moistly in the sunlight.

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned. He looked at her, then at Xiao Yicai, who was being held captive and had a furrowed brow, and then at the "you got a great deal" expression on Biyao's face. He was a little confused for a moment.

What... what is this? Is there really such a good thing in the world? A kiss and you get a new person? Something feels... off.

"Really?" he asked hesitantly, his eyes full of suspicion. "It's that simple? You didn't... put poison on your lips, did you? Or you'll deny it after the kiss?"

"Dream on!" Biyao rolled her eyes at him, the slight blush on her face a mixture of anger and something else, she couldn't tell. "Give me a kiss, and I'll let him go. I mean what I say."

"You just said 'consider'," Jiang Xiaochuan reminded her.

Biyao was getting a little impatient and struggled to free her wrist from his grip: "Why are you so long-winded! Are you going to kiss me or not? If you don't, I'm going to change my mind!"

She leaned forward again, tilting her head back and looking straight at him. Her bright, watery green eyes were burning with something churning inside—urgency, longing, and a hint of reckless despair.

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at her lips, so close to his own, the glistening moisture making him dizzy. His throat tightened, and the uneasy feeling in his heart grew stronger. But Xiao Yicai was still watching, and You Ji was not far away...

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. He tightened his grip on Biyao's wrist slightly, raised his other hand as if to support her shoulder, but stopped in mid-air. He slowly lowered his head and moved closer to that point of moist light.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers—

"stop!"

A cold, sharp shout, filled with barely suppressed shock and anger, pierced the sweltering air on the cliff like an icicle!

Jiang Xiaochuan froze, his movements halted, and he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

A figure in moonlight, like a sharp blade tearing through the sunlight, shot out from behind the shadow of a boulder on the side!

Lu Xueqi held Tianya in her hand, the sword still sheathed, but the chill and killing intent emanating from her caused the temperature on the cliff to drop instantly. Her face was pale, and only her eyes were fixed on the two people who were almost touching, with a ferocious rage that Jiang Xiaochuan had never seen before surging within them.

When Biyao heard the word "Stop," a triumphant, cold smile flashed across her eyes. In the instant Jiang Xiaochuan turned his head and stopped moving, she cleverly twisted her wrist, which he had been holding, and broke free. At the same time, she hooked her other hand around the back of his neck and pressed him down forcefully!

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely unprepared and was pulled forward by her.

Lips collided with another soft surface.

It has a faint sweet fragrance and is warm and soft.

Biyao's lips.

She didn't even separate immediately. Instead, in that position, she quickly and forcefully sucked on his lower lip before letting go and taking a half-step back.

"Pop".

A very faint sound, yet crystal clear on the deathly silent cliff.

A wisp of ambiguous silver thread stretched out between their parted lips, shining dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Jiang Xiaochuan was completely stunned, frozen in place with his slightly forward-leaning posture.

The warm, soft touch on his lips was still there, mixed with the familiar sweet scent of Biyao, rushing into his mind all at once. He stared blankly at Biyao, who was also looking at him, the corners of her mouth curving upwards into a charming yet malicious arc. She even stuck out her tongue and quickly licked her lower lip, rolling that glistening moisture into her mouth.

Then, she slowly turned her head and looked at Lu Xueqi, who was standing stiffly not far away, exuding a terrifying chill.

"Who do we have here?"

Biyao's voice trailed off, laced with undisguised sarcasm and smugness: "So it's you, his fellow disciple, Lu Xueqi. Senior Sister Lu, disturbing other people's intimacy is not something a respectable sect should do."

She paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and smiled even more brightly, "Oh right, there's something I forgot to tell you. He told me himself, in the Dripping Blood Cave, that his fellow disciple, Senior Sister Lu, is beautiful and has a sharp sword, but... she's too cold and not easy to get close to."

She spoke the last few words softly and slowly, like a feather brushing against the ear, yet they carried a venomous undertone.