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

Half a day's journey to the east of the Death Swamp, there is a place called Dawang Village.

This usually quiet and remote village has suddenly become lively in the past few days. Cultivators dressed in various clothes and carrying weapons and magical artifacts come and go, the teahouses and taverns are noisy, and even the prices in the village have risen quite a bit.

At the village entrance, under an old locust tree, stood two people. The one in front was dressed in light green clothes and had an exquisitely beautiful face, but there was an unyielding melancholy between her brows. Her eyes were looking at the bustling streets of the village, but it was as if she was looking through them at a very distant place, at Biyao.

Standing slightly to her side was a woman in a pale yellow dress, with a graceful figure and beautiful face. However, her brows were slightly furrowed as she looked at Biyao's profile, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. It was Jin Ping'er.

Biyao stared blankly at a spot in the village where there seemed to be a fortune-telling stall. An old man and a young girl were surrounded by several people. She didn't look at the stall; her gaze was unfocused, as if she were lost in some kind of memory. Her lips moved slightly, her voice so low that only she could hear it:

"Ten years... I wonder if he misses me, or if he still remembers me..."

Jin Ping'er sighed inwardly as she looked at her, covered her face with her hand, and gave a look that said "I can't bear to look," her tone filled with helplessness and heartache:

"My dear young lady, it's been ten years, and you're still thinking about it? That heartless man, he probably already..."

"Ping'er," Biyao interrupted her, her voice still soft but earnest, "You don't understand."

Jin Ping'er lowered her hand, looked at Bi Yao's slightly thinner profile, and at the deep, almost overflowing persistence and pain in her beautiful eyes, and was speechless for a moment.

Yes, she doesn't understand.

She, Jin Ping'er, a charming young master of the Hehuan Sect, was accustomed to romance and deceit.

Like Biyao, who devoted herself to a man for ten years, risking her life and even arguing with her father for a slim hope...

She really doesn't understand.

"I don't understand love," Biyao suddenly whispered, as if mocking herself, or stating a fact.

She finally turned her gaze from the void and landed it on Jin Ping'er's face. Something flickered slightly in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

"But I understand him, he won't forget."

Jin Ping'er opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She recalled three years ago, on that deserted island in the East China Sea, that morning on the beach, the young man in the blue shirt who "treated" her without explanation and with his fists, and the last thing he handed her, a cold and sweet candied hawthorn.

She touched her cheek, which had long since become smooth again, but she could still feel the burning pain from before, and the absurd ripples that arose in her heart afterward.

That idiot... even his way of saving people is so unique—beating someone half to death and then giving them a candied hawthorn...

She shook her head, banishing those inappropriate thoughts; important matters needed to be addressed.

Just then, a loud, exaggerated shout, typical of swindlers, came from the street ahead:

"To foresee fifty years of your future, to predict three hundred years of destiny! A divine physiognomist, able to judge yin and yang with his pen; if you wish to know your days to come, then look at this physiognomy!"

Biyao and Jin Ping'er were both startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

On the corner of the street, there was a dilapidated wooden table with a bamboo pole next to it and a faded canvas with the four large characters "The Immortal Points the Way" written on it.

Beside the bamboo pole, an old man wearing a faded Taoist robe, with a goatee and an air of otherworldly elegance, was stroking his beard and speaking fluently.

Beside him, a pretty young woman dressed in a floral print dress, but with a lifeless expression, was slumped over the table, her eyelids drooping, half asleep.

Who else could it be but Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan?

Zhou Yixian and Xiao Huan wandered the world together, but their skills didn't improve. However, their swindling and philandering ways and their tendency to go wherever there was excitement remained unchanged for ten years.

A few days ago, I heard that a rare treasure had appeared in the Death Swamp. People from all walks of life gathered there and immediately sensed a "business opportunity". Ignoring Xiao Huan's objections, I dragged her all the way to this Great King Village.

Unfortunately, ideals are often far from reality.

Many cultivators have come to this place now, but they are either disciples of reputable sects who are knowledgeable and can tell at a glance that Zhou Yixian is a charlatan, and their eyes say "stay away from this old swindler"; or they are members of the demonic sect or rogue cultivators who are cautious and will not easily trust strangers.

As for the local villagers, they might believe it, but Zhou Yixian said that "the ancestral secret recipe for warding off poison sachets is essential for venturing into the dead swamp, and it only costs ten taels of silver each." The villagers touched their empty money bags and could only shake their heads and walk away.

So no matter how much Zhou Yixian shouted until his throat was dry, his stall remained deserted. Xiao Huan had evolved from initial helplessness to numbness, and just wanted to pack up and find a place to sleep.

As Zhou Yixian was shouting, "This immortal has received the true teachings of the ancestral master and can restrain all the poisons in the world. Now I am in the swamp, where the swamp gas is extremely poisonous. As long as you all wear the sachet I am selling, you will be immune to all poisons and indestructible...", he suddenly felt the light in front of him dim.

His spirits lifted, thinking a customer had come knocking, and he looked up with a beaming smile: "Sir, would you like your fortune told or a divination? This old man... uh..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Standing in front of the table were two women.

One was dressed in a light green robe, with an exquisitely beautiful face and a cool temperament tinged with an indescribable melancholy. The other was dressed in a pale yellow dress, with a slender figure and spring-like eyes, but her gaze carried a hint of scrutiny that was not easily detected.

These two women are clearly not ordinary people.

Especially the one in the light green clothes, who was clearly young, yet was faintly shrouded in a layer of bloodthirsty aura. Though faint, it gave Zhou Yixian, an old hand, a chill.

Xiao Huan was also startled. She raised her head, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at the person who had come.

His gaze first fell on Jin Ping'er's face, then he blinked, and then moved to Bi Yao's face. After looking at her for two seconds, his eyes suddenly widened slightly.

Biyao was also looking at her.

Ten years have passed, and the little girl with pigtails and licking candied hawthorns has grown into a graceful young woman. There are still faint traces of her childhood self in her eyes, but she has gained a more delicate and charming appearance.

"Miss Xiao Huan," Bi Yao spoke first, her voice softer than before, "Do you still recognize me?"

Xiao Huan blinked again, as if recalling something, then nodded, her tone slightly uncertain:

"You are... Sister Biyao? The sister who was with Brother Tanghulu in Xiaochi Town ten years ago?"

Biyao smiled faintly, almost imperceptibly, and nodded: "It's kind of you to remember."

Zhou Yixian listened from the side, his eyes darting around, glancing at Biyao and then at Xiaohuan, without saying a word, but his mind was already racing with calculations.

"Candied Hawthorn Brother? Are you referring to that disciple of Qingyun Sect from back then?"

Was that girl in the light green dress with that boy back then? I think so?

Judging from her appearance, she's not someone to be trifled with. And that girl in the pale yellow dress next to her isn't exactly innocent either.

Jin Ping'er smiled and stepped forward, her tone familiar: "Little Huan, you've grown more and more beautiful. Do you still recognize me?"

Xiao Huan looked at Jin Ping'er and, without much hesitation this time, said crisply, "I recognize you, you are Sister Ping'er."

She remembered this beautiful older sister; although she had only met her once or twice, she was deeply impressed by her.

Jin Ping'er's smile deepened, and she reached out to pinch Xiao Huan's cheek, but remembering that they were on the street, she withdrew her hand and only said with a smile, "You have such a sweet mouth, how can your older sister be as pretty as you?"

Xiao Huan was a little embarrassed by the praise. She smiled, her gaze shifting between Bi Yao and Jin Ping'er before finally settling on Bi Yao. After a moment's hesitation, she asked softly:

"Sister Biyao, are you... also going to the Death Swamp?"

Biyao hummed in agreement, saying nothing more. Her gaze fell on the few yellowed talismans and crudely made sachets on the table, then she looked at Zhou Yixian:

"Sir, please interpret one character for each of us."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yixian immediately straightened his back, stroked his goatee, and tried his best to adopt an air of otherworldly elegance: "Of course, of course. May I ask which characters the two ladies wish to have divined?"