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

Lu Xueqi gripped Tianya's hand, her knuckles cracking as she squeezed it.

The moon-white Taoist robe fluttered and rustled even without wind.

She looked at Biyao, then slowly turned her gaze to Jiang Xiaochuan, who was still frozen in place, noticing the lingering moisture on his lips and the bewildered and shocked expression on his face.

The rage in her eyes gradually subsided, sinking into a bottomless, frozen pool.

"Witch." She spoke, her voice as cold as ice, each word dripping with murderous intent, "I will kill you."

"Zheng—!"

The Heavenly Sword was drawn! A blindingly bright blue sword light, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, slashed down towards Biyao with a resolute determination to tear everything apart!

The sword light was too fast, the killing intent too intense. Before Biyao could even completely wipe the smile off her face, her eyes were already filled with the deathly blue light.

"Aunt You!" she cried out as she retreated hastily.

You Ji, who had been standing still like a shadow, moved the instant Lu Xueqi drew her sword.

Her figure flickered, appearing like a ghost in front of Biyao. Without any visible movement, she simply flicked her sleeve, and a dark, solid black light collided with the azure sword light!

"boom!"

A muffled, loud bang was heard, and a shockwave exploded, kicking up rubble and dust from the ground.

You Ji swayed and took a half step back. Her eyes under the black veil narrowed slightly. Lu Xueqi was shaken and drifted back more than ten feet. When she landed, she staggered and her face turned even paler, but her hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock. The tip of the sword was still pointing at Bi Yao, and the killing intent in her eyes was increasing.

"Xueqi! Don't do it!"

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly realized what was happening and almost lunged forward to grab Lu Xueqi's wrist, which was holding the sword.

It was cold to the touch and still trembling slightly. He said urgently, "A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle! You can't beat Senior Youji! Besides, Senior Brother Xiao is still in their hands!"

Lu Xueqi suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes sharp as knives, scraping across his face.

She didn't speak, but tried to break free from his grasp, but Jiang Xiaochuan held on tightly, and his other hand reached out, almost blocking her and Biyao with his body.

"Biyao!" Jiang Xiaochuan turned around and shouted at Biyao, his voice tinged with exasperation, "Enough! You've kissed her! Let her go now!"

Biyao stood behind Youji, patted her chest as if she was still in shock, but a malicious smile reappeared on her face.

"That one doesn't count."

She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Xiaochuan and Lu Xueqi's tightly clasped hands, her eyes turning cold: "Your senior sister scared me, I've changed my mind."

"You!" Jiang Xiaochuan choked on his words.

Lu Xueqi struggled even harder, and the blue light on the Tianya Sword flickered erratically.

Jiang Xiaochuan held her down tightly, his mind racing.

He suddenly released one hand, not to stop Lu Xueqi, but to scratch the back of his head, his face showing his usual roguish and carefree expression, and said to Biyao:

"Miss Biyao, are you trying to renege on your debt? Wouldn't that sound bad if word got out? The daughter of the Ghost King Sect Master, going back on her word? Besides..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Biyao's face, his tone softening, now carrying a hint of coaxing: "Look, I'm right here, are you afraid I'll run away? Release Senior Brother Xiao first, and we can talk this out, okay?"

Looking at him like this, Biyao felt a strange calming of the violence and destructive urge that had arisen in her heart because of Lu Xueqi's appearance.

She fell for his act. Even though she knew he was being cunning, stalling, and trying to coax her, she just couldn't bring herself to be cruel when she saw his bright eyes and that "I really can't do anything with you" expression.

She remained silent for a moment, her gaze shifting from Jiang Xiaochuan's face to Lu Xueqi, whom he had firmly blocked behind him, her eyes as cold as knives.

A thought suddenly popped into her head, carrying a sharp pain and a twisted pleasure. She raised her eyes, looking directly into Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes, her voice soft but clear enough to reach everyone's ears:

"Jiang Xiaochuan, I'll ask you just one question. Do you have any genuine feelings for me at all? In the Dripping Blood Cave, during those days when you held me, listened to me, and did all those things for me... were they real? Tell me the truth, and I'll release him immediately, and I'll let you all go too."

The cliff was deathly silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt Lu Xueqi's wrist, which he was holding, tighten instantly and become frighteningly cold.

He could feel the gaze behind him, like a solid icicle piercing his back. He could also see the barely perceptible, almost desperate light in Biyao's eyes, and her slightly trembling fingertips.

He asked this question in front of Lu Xueqi.

His throat was dry, and his lips moved slightly.

The darkness of the Dripping Blood Cave, the trembling in his arms, those chaotic days and nights filled with pity, responsibility, guilt, and instinctive solace in despair, and the undisguised affection and dependence on Biyao's face, all surged up like a tide. He remembered her last slap and her tear-streaked face.

After a long silence, he lowered his eyes, avoiding Biyao's gaze and the cold stare behind him, and uttered a single word softly but clearly:

"……yes."

The moment he finished speaking, he felt Lu Xueqi's hand completely lose its warmth, as if he were holding a block of ice. He also saw the forced light in Biyao's eyes suddenly burst open, turning into a kind of near-exhaustion, bewildered state mixed with immense joy and even deeper sorrow.

Biyao suddenly laughed, her clear laughter echoing on the silent cliff, yet inexplicably making one's heart ache.

She laughed for a while before slowly stopping, raising her hand to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, and waving to the two disciples who were holding Xiao Yicai captive.

"Let him go," she said, her voice still slightly breathless from laughing. "For the sake of... for the sake of sharing a bed for over a month, I'll return him to you. Go now. Next time we meet, I won't let you off the hook, Jiang Xiaochuan."

She spoke the last three words slowly, with an indescribable sense of longing and resolve.

The two Ghost King Sect disciples released Xiao Yicai.

Xiao Yicai rubbed his wrists, which were numb from being bound, looked at Jiang Xiaochuan with a complicated expression, and his lips moved, but in the end he just whispered, "Junior Brother Jiang, thank you."

"Sharing a bed...for over a month?"

A voice, cold and devoid of any warmth, slowly rose, as if squeezed out from between teeth, each word chilled to the bone.

Lu Xueqi had somehow broken free from Jiang Xiaochuan's grasp. She stood there, her moon-white Taoist robe dazzlingly white in the sunlight, but her face was even whiter than the robe.

She looked at Biyao, then slowly turned to Jiang Xiaochuan, her eyes vacant, as if she were seeing him for the first time, or as if she wanted to see through him completely, down to his very bones.

"What did you say?" she asked Biyao, her voice very soft, but it sent a chill down Jiang Xiaochuan's spine.

Biyao met her gaze, a sweet yet wicked smile curving her lips. She even took a half step forward, getting closer to Jiang Xiaochuan, almost touching him.

"I say, a lone man and a lone woman, spent over a month in the dark, dripping blood cave. Dry wood meeting a raging fire, what do you think we could possibly do?"

She blinked, her tone both innocent and cruel: "Senior Sister Lu, you're a smart person, guess?"