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

Taiji Cave is located on the back mountain of Dazhu Peak. Although it is called a cave, it is actually a spacious stone chamber formed naturally in the belly of the mountain. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the spiritual energy is more concentrated than outside. Dazhu Peak disciples often come here for cultivation.

The so-called confinement was merely a way to keep Jiang Xiaochuan here permanently, preventing him from leaving the Dazhu Peak area without permission. There was no door, only a simple stone curtain.

Jiang Xiaochuan packed some of his belongings and moved them inside. The stone chamber was very clean, with a stone bed, a stone table, and a futon.

He put his things away, sat down on the futon, and tried circulating his spiritual energy. The Xuanhuojian was warm against his chest. He closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

The next few days were peaceful. He spent most of his time meditating and regulating his breathing, occasionally reading a book, or stretching his muscles on the small platform outside the cave.

Everything at Dazhu Peak was as usual. His master, mistress, and fellow disciples would occasionally come to visit him, bringing him food and supplies. Tian Ling'er came most frequently, sometimes bringing him meals, sometimes just coming to sit for a while without saying a word, resting her chin on her hand and watching him meditate, or fiddling with the little trinkets she brought. Jiang Xiaochuan let her be.

On the afternoon of the third day, he saw a pale figure walking briskly along the mountain path from a distance on the platform outside the cave. It was Lu Xueqi.

She walked in a hurry, the hem of her moon-white Taoist robe brushing against the roadside weeds. She held the Tianya sword in her hand, her face was a little pale, and her brows were furrowed.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew she would come, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Lu Xueqi walked closer, stopped, and looked at him. Her breathing was a little rapid, her chest rose and fell slightly, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, as if she had traveled a long way.

She stared at him, her eyes unblinking, her gaze filled with worry, urgency, and a hint of suppressed panic.

"Jiang Xiaochuan." She called his name, her voice a little tense.

"Xueqi, what brings you here?"

"I went to the bamboo forest, I went to your room, but I couldn't find you." Lu Xueqi stared at him, her speech a little faster than usual. "I asked Uncle Tian, ​​and he said... the sect leader punished you with thirty years of confinement, right here."

"Yes. My senior master said I violated several sect rules and should be punished, but since it happened on Dazhu Peak, it doesn't really count as..."

"Why?" Lu Xueqi interrupted him, taking half a step forward to get very close to him.

She looked up at him, her clear eyes reflecting his image and a distinct anxiety: "What did you do? Was it because of Liubo Mountain? Because of... Biyao?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her face so close to his own, and at the undisguised worry in her eyes, and his throat went dry.

He looked away, glancing at the rocks beside him, and said in a low voice, "Not entirely, there are some other things... all my own faults. The sect leader was right to punish me."

"No," Lu Xueqi said immediately, her voice stubborn. "You saved Senior Brother Xiao, you saved so many people, and you even got injured yourself. Even if... even if you and that demoness had something going on, you don't deserve this. Thirty years... is too long."

Jiang Xiaochuan felt that bitter feeling welling up in his heart again. He shook his head: "Xueqi, don't ask anymore. The sect leader has his reasons. I'm quite fine here. It's quiet, suitable for recuperating and cultivating."

Lu Xueqi didn't speak, she just looked at him. After a long time, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Her hand was cold, and she gripped it tightly, making his wrist bones hurt a little.

"Jiang Xiaochuan," she said, looking at him, each word deliberate and clear, her voice soft yet carrying an unyielding resolve, "wait for me."

After saying that, she let go of his hand, turned around and left. Her pale figure quickly disappeared around the bend in the mountain path, her steps faster and more hurried than when she came.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood there, looking at the empty mountain path. The spot on his wrist where she had grabbed him still felt cold. His mind was in turmoil, and he had a bad feeling.

This premonition was confirmed two days later.

When Su Ru came to visit him, she brought him some freshly made pastries and clean clothes. She sat at the stone table, watching him eat the pastries with gentle eyes, which were filled with complex emotions. After a while, she casually mentioned, "Xiao Chuan, do you know... Junior Nephew Lu went to Tongtian Peak the day before yesterday?"

Jiang Xiaochuan paused, the pastry he was about to eat stopped.

"She knelt in front of the Jade Purity Hall for a day and a night, begging the sect leader to rescind his order and lessen your punishment. Senior Sister Shuiyue tried to pull her up, but she refused to get up. Later... it was Senior Sister Shuiyue who forcibly took her back."

Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly found himself unable to swallow the pastry in his hand.

He imagined Lu Xueqi kneeling on the cold stone steps in front of the Yuqing Palace. She knelt there for a whole day and night, all for him. It felt like something had twisted his heart hard, a mix of sourness, pain, and inexplicable panic.

"Is she...is she alright?"

"After taking Junior Sister Shuiyue back, I confined her to Xiaozhu Peak." Su Ru sighed, looking at him with pity in her eyes and something deeper, something heavy and tender.

"You child... sigh, you should know your own temperament, Junior Nephew Lu."

Jiang Xiaochuan lowered his head, looking at the half-eaten pastry in his hand, and lost his appetite. The mess in his mind became even more chaotic.

Two more days passed. It was a sunny day with the sun shining brightly. Most of the disciples of Dazhu Peak were cultivating or doing their own things, and the peak was very quiet.

Jiang Xiaochuan slowly moved his hands and feet on the platform outside Taiji Cave, his mind filled with thoughts of Lu Xueqi kneeling in front of Yuqing Hall and Su Ru's words, making him restless.

Suddenly, his ears twitched. From the direction of the bamboo forest in the distance, he heard a very faint, almost inaudible rustling sound of clothes brushing against bamboo leaves.

The footsteps were not those of the disciples of Dazhu Peak; they were lighter, more agile, and carried a hint of deliberate concealment.

He frowned, stopped what he was doing, and listened intently.

The sound came and went, meandering through the bamboo forest, as if searching for a way or hiding from something. After a while, the sound came from the back mountain, getting closer and closer.

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went on high alert. He darted away and silently retreated behind a protruding rock at the entrance of Taiji Cave, holding his breath and staring intently at the source of the sound.

A figure in light green emerged from the edge of the bamboo forest. She seemed unfamiliar with the place, glancing around before spotting the stone cave and platform. Her eyes lit up, and she walked lightly toward them. Sunlight shone on her, making her light green dress dazzlingly bright. Her hair was neatly combed, and her hairpins gleamed. Her face held a mixture of curiosity and wariness as she looked around.

It's Biyao.

Jiang Xiaochuan's mind went blank. How did she get up here? Where are the Qingyun Sect guards? How did she find Dazhu Peak? And how did she find this place?!

Biyao had reached the edge of the platform. She saw the stone cave and the stone curtain at the entrance. She tilted her head, as if trying to make a judgment. Then, she tiptoed to the entrance, listened carefully, but heard no sound.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently lifted a corner of the curtain, peeking inside.

Just as she lifted the curtain, Jiang Xiaochuan emerged from behind the rocks, grabbed her wrist, quickly covered her mouth with his other hand, and forcefully dragged her into the cave!

"Ugh!" Biyao was startled and struggled instinctively, but Jiang Xiaochuan was faster, covering her mouth and pressing her against the cold stone wall.

The cave was dimly lit. Biyao stared wide-eyed at Jiang Xiaochuan's face, which was filled with shock and anger, so close to her. She was stunned at first, then a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, which turned into cunning.

Jiang Xiaochuan covered her mouth tightly to prevent her from making a sound, and listened carefully outside. Fortunately, no one had been alerted.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart immediately jumped again. He glared at Biyao, lowered his voice, and said anxiously and angrily, "How did you get up here? Are you crazy?!"

Biyao couldn't speak because he covered her mouth. She just blinked her big, bright eyes, her gaze a mix of smugness and grievance. She twisted her body, signaling him to let go.

Jiang Xiaochuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly released his hand from her mouth, but his other hand still gripped her wrist.

"Tell me! How did you find this place?!"

Biyao moved her mouth, first spitting twice as if she thought his hands were dirty, then raised her chin and snorted, "Your Qingyun Sect has been living a carefree life for a hundred years, with your disciples guarding the mountain all so lazy. I can come and go as I please, who would notice?"

She spoke casually, but Jiang Xiaochuan knew it was far from simple. No matter how bad the Qingyun Sect was, it wasn't a marketplace.

She must have gone to great lengths and taken great risks to sneak up here unnoticed and accurately locate the back of Dazhu Peak.

"You..." He was anxious, angry, and mostly terrified. "Get out of here! While no one's found out! Hurry!"

Seeing his anxious expression, Biyao's smile deepened. Instead of leaving, she moved closer, almost touching him, and looked up at him, her voice low and sweetly seductive: "I finally found you, why are you in such a hurry to send me away? Are you... worried about me?"