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

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been ten thousand years.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, mixed with the splashing sound of water.

The dizzying sensation suddenly stopped, replaced by a real sense of impact and suffocation. It felt as if he had fallen from a great height and crashed into the water!

The icy liquid instantly filled his mouth and nose, and Jiang Xiaochuan struggled violently. Driven by his survival instinct, he flailed his arms and legs wildly, trying to grab onto something to steady himself and float to the surface.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!" He coughed violently, suddenly raised his head from the water, shook the water off his face, and greedily inhaled the warm, moist air.

My vision was blurred, and water droplets kept dripping from my eyelashes.

He found himself in a huge bath, the water warm, with a faint milky white hue and a herbal scent, the bottom of which was smooth beneath his feet.

His mind was still a blur, a mixture of dizziness from the time travel and the pain of suffocation. He instinctively tried to prop himself up and leave the water, pressing his right hand haphazardly to the side in an attempt to gain leverage to stand up.

The initial impression was not of a cold pool wall or a smooth jade floor.

Instead, it was an amazingly delicate, soft, and incredibly elastic material, still warm to the touch.

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned. He subconsciously pressed down again, trying to confirm what he had touched, the sensation...?

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang in his ears, filled with unbelievable shock, boundless shame and indignation, and a hint of murderous intent that almost solidified into reality!

Jiang Xiaochuan was so frightened by the scream that his mind cleared up instantly. He turned his head sharply and looked toward the source of the sound.

Upon seeing this, his blood seemed to freeze.

In the misty steam, a woman was sitting half-sitting in the bathtub, very close to him.

She was clearly stunned by this sudden "gift from the sky." Her beautiful face drained of color, and her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were wide open as she stared intently at him—no, intently at his hand that was still pressed against something.

The woman's long, jet-black hair clung wetly to her smooth back and chest, water droplets sliding down her delicate collarbones, meandering across her undulating, snow-white curves, and disappearing into the rippling, milky-white pool water, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Her skin, bathed in the warm steam and reflected in the pool water, was so fair it seemed to glow. Her beauty was breathtaking, yet her brows exuded an aura of unyielding dignity that defied disrespect.

Jiang Xiaochuan's right hand was firmly pressed against the other person's left chest.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Only the sound of water droplets falling from his hair and hitting the water's surface, and his own heart pounding like a drum, could be heard.

The woman seemed to finally recover from her extreme shock. Her gaze slowly shifted from the "evil hand" to meet Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes, which were also filled with fear and confusion.

Her body began to tremble slightly, whether from anger, rage, or shame, it was hard to tell. Her rosy lips trembled a few times before a sound escaped, a sound distorted by extreme emotion:

"Who are you?!"

Jiang Xiaochuan opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

He seemed to be frozen in place, forgetting even to retract his fingers. A tremendous sense of terror and absurdity overwhelmed him, but as he looked at the face so close to his, a strange sense of familiarity inexplicably rose in his heart.

Those eyebrows... those features... that aura that even in a fit of rage cannot conceal...

The stone statue at the entrance of the Demon-Suppressing Cave has a blurred face, yet one can still feel its unparalleled beauty and sorrowful guardian spirit!

A name struck him like a thunderclap, exploding in his completely blank mind.

Linglong, the eleventh generation witch of the ancient witch clan!

What he's pressing right now... is Linglong's...?!

With a "whoosh," Jiang Xiaochuan felt everything go completely black before his eyes. His last thought was: It's over. I'm going to die this time, and I'll die a horrible, undignified, and disgraceful death.

……

Outside the cave, Xiaobai stared intently at the entrance. When the blue light appeared, her heart clenched, and she wanted to rush in, but an invisible force slammed her back, causing her to fall to the ground. She got up and rushed towards the entrance again, but the result was the same.

The restriction was powerful, and she couldn't break it despite her cultivation level.

She stood at the cave entrance, watching the blue light gradually dim, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, drawing blood.

The figure of the evil spirit floated out of the cave, much fainter than before, almost transparent.

Without even glancing at Xiaobai, he floated straight to the exquisite stone statue. His illusory figure slowly knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times to the statue.

"Your Majesty," he said softly, his voice carrying a sense of relief and weariness, and a hint of relief and comfort.

"You can finally see him. My mission... is complete."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and "looked" at the stone statue one last time.

The two dark flames gradually died down, and the white mist that made up his body began to dissipate in wisps, merging into the cold mountain winds around him, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Bai stared blankly at the spot where the evil spirit had vanished, then at the silent stone statue, and finally at the dark, utterly devoid of light entrance.

My young master...

Jiang Xiaochuan...

Her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

A cold wind howled through the valley, whipping up the withered leaves on the ground, swirling them past her, while in the distance came the howls of wild beasts, one after another, mournful and long.

She hugged her knees, buried her face in them, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

……

Fox Ridge Mountain, Ghost King Sect.

Biyao sat by the window, holding a book in her hand, but she couldn't read a single word. She stared blankly at the deep night outside the window.

She felt empty inside, as if there was a gaping hole in her chest, and cold winds were howling in. She raised her hand and pressed it against her heart; it felt empty and cold there too.

Youji pushed open the door and came in, carrying a bowl of calming soup. Seeing Biyao's appearance, she paused and said softly, "Yao'er, get some rest. You have things to do tomorrow."

Biyao hummed in agreement but didn't move.

Youji placed the soup on the table, walked to her side, and followed her gaze to the window. There was nothing outside the window, only a thick, impenetrable darkness.

"Thinking about him again?" Youji asked in a low voice.

Biyao did not answer.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice as soft as a dream: "Aunt You, what do you think he's doing right now? Is he... thinking about me too?"

Looking at Biyao's pale profile and the lingering infatuation in her eyes, Youji felt a pang of sadness. She reached out and gently put her arm around Biyao's shoulder.

"Yes, he will," she said, her voice gentle, yet tinged with a helplessness that even she herself doubted. "He must be thinking of you too."

Biyao leaned on her shoulder and closed her eyes. A tear slid down her cheek, disappeared into her hair, and vanished.

Outside the window, the night is still long.

……

In the southern borderlands, beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains, outside the Demon-Suppressing Ancient Cave.

Little White remained seated on the ground, hugging his knees. The night was deep, and the stars, sparse and bright, dotted the sky, casting a cool, clear light. The valley was eerily quiet; even the howls of wild beasts had ceased.

She looked up at the cave entrance.

The cave entrance was pitch black, like the mouth of a giant beast, swallowing her young husband and all the light.

She stared at it for a long time, then slowly stood up, patted the dirt off her skirt, and walked to the exquisite stone statue, looking up at it.

The stone statue still stood quietly, its eyebrows and eyes lowered, and the faint curve at the corner of its mouth was particularly clear and, in the starlight, particularly... eerie.

"Give him back to me," Xiaobai said.

The statue was silent. The night wind howled, passing through the valley, ruffling her hair, and brushing against her cold cheeks.

It's almost dawn.