After Transmigrating into a Book as a Cannon Fodder Character, The System Turned out to be Completely Unreliable! - Chapter 58

Chapter 58: It’s Done

Mo Huaishu said coldly, “Stand right there and don’t move. Otherwise, I won’t be so polite.”

“But Master, would you really bear to hurt me?” Yu’er wrapped her arms around Mo Huaishu’s neck from behind, her fingers gliding across her skin.

Mo Huaishu activated her spiritual energy, sending out a ripple that stirred the water in the bathing pool. The spiritual wave knocked Yu’er back a step. She gritted her teeth. “Master, you’re angry again.”

“Don’t use her body to do vile things to me, or make disgusting noises,” Mo Huaishu said with clear disdain. “She would never act like this toward me.”

Yu’er seemed utterly unafraid of death. “You still need me. If you were going to kill me, you’d have done it by now. Isn’t that right, Master? Do you like me like this? If you do, I can replace her—how about that?”

Mo Huaishu, furious, hurled her into the pool, sending up a huge splash.

Yu’er choked and coughed. Mo Huaishu stepped up to her and grabbed her by the throat. “I’m warning you—if you do anything else she wouldn’t do, I will kill you.” Her cold aura was terrifying, and for a moment Yu’er thought she might actually have her demonic energy forcibly extracted.

But Yu’er didn’t resist. Mo Huaishu let go of her. The heavy iron chains on Yu’er’s hands clanked as they hung down uselessly.

“This is your warning,” Mo Huaishu said darkly. “Next time, I won’t hold back.”

After exiting the pool, Mo Huaishu flicked her foot to lift her underclothes and calmly dressed. She glanced back. “Why are you still standing there? Get over here!”

Her overwhelming presence left Yu’er no choice but to swim over. The chains, heavier than before, made every movement difficult. She hadn’t realized how frail this body had become—it was damaged beyond recovery, and she could no longer return to her original form. She bitterly regretted choosing to possess Bai Luotang’s body. If only she’d gone into Ye Lingxi’s instead—at least her body was in better condition.

But it was too late now.

She had very little demonic energy left, and the one person who could have helped her was out of reach. Now she was imprisoned, watched personally by Mo Huaishu day and night. If she moved more than thirty meters away, she would be electrocuted by the energy chains.

Yu’er could only follow behind. Mo Huaishu sipped her tea calmly, while Yu’er stood silently in front of her, her earlier playful demeanor gone.

Mo Huaishu scrutinized her. “What, no more talk? Weren’t you just running your mouth a minute ago?” She set her teacup down.

Suddenly, Yu’er knelt down. “Master, please have mercy. I was just bitter. I didn’t mean anything else.”

“Oh?” Mo Huaishu raised a brow. “Let’s hear it.”

“Because Master, you always treated that Ye Lingxi differently. You never cared about the rest of us.”

Mo Huaishu narrowed her eyes. “Since when have I only cared about her?” She crossed her legs.

“But during the assessment, you clearly favored her.” Yu’er’s tone grew agitated.

Mo Huaishu approached her and lifted her up. “That’s because she had the ability—but chose to pass with charm instead. When faced with a rare talent, shouldn’t I accept her as a disciple to assist me in ascending to godhood? Is that not a wise decision?”

Her voice drifted gently into Yu’er’s ear, speaking her original intention. Yu’er suddenly understood. “Then what about me?”

“You too,” Mo Huaishu said. “You came willingly to help me—I was more than pleased.” She gently lifted Yu’er’s chin. “So now you understand, don’t you?”

Yu’er had never imagined that Mo Huaishu treated everyone equally. Because of her own selfishness, she had ended up like this. Tears welled in her eyes.

Mo Huaishu frowned and grabbed her face. “Cry again in front of me, and see what happens.” Her sharp gaze was like blades, piercing right through Yu’er’s tearful eyes. After a long silence, she finally softened and pushed her away. “No crying allowed!”

Her underclothes had become a little disheveled. She tugged at her sleeve to straighten them and snapped, “Did you hear me?”

Every word of hers was a clear warning not to cry again.

Yu’er wiped her tears and sniffled. “Understood. I’m sorry, Master.” She apologized again and again, but it didn’t earn her even the slightest kindness.

“If you understand, then behave. I might just spare your life.”

Yu’er said nothing. She only nodded in acceptance. “Thank you, Master, for not killing me.”

Mo Huaishu had no time to deal with her anymore. She turned and asked the disciple outside the door, “Any word from them?”

“Reporting, Master—Elder Lan and the First Senior Brother are already on their way back.”

Mo Huaishu nodded. “It seems they’ve found the Hundred-Grass Spirit. Good… Senior Sister, you’ll be saved soon. Then, we can dual cultivate together.”

Her gaze briefly landed on Yu’er’s tear-reddened nose, then shifted away.

“Rest well tonight. Don’t try anything foolish again.”

Yu’er replied, “Understood.”

This time, she didn’t call her “Master.” Mo Huaishu found the silence… a bit unsettling. She returned to her writing desk and resumed her calligraphy.

Lying on the bed, Yu’er kept her eyes on the busy Mo Huaishu.

It had always been Bai Luotang that Mo Huaishu liked. But Yu’er… Yu’er had also fallen for her.

She closed her eyes, remembering the past—how she was kidnapped by bandits and nearly sold to a brothel. It was Mo Huaishu who saved her. From that moment, she wanted to be close to her. When she learned Mo Huaishu was the sect leader of Qingyang Sect and the head of Longmai Mountain, she became even more determined. She didn’t apply during the previous year’s recruitment, just so she could present her best self the following year.

Master, I was wrong. Will you ever forgive me?

But now that she had turned into a demon and possessed Bai Luotang’s body… it was impossible.

Master, I lied to you. Please never forgive someone like me—someone so consumed by jealousy.

A single tear of regret fell to the floor—just as Lan Mushu and the others returned.

“Senior Sister!” Lan Mushu rushed in, panting, scanning the room. She quickly spotted Mo Huaishu writing, and Bai Luotang lying on the bed.

Something felt off.

She grabbed Bai Luotang’s wrist and checked her pulse, her expression turning grave.

Mo Huaishu sensed something was wrong and stepped forward to ask, but before she could speak, Lan Mushu said, “We need to hurry. Yu’er’s resentment has dispersed—she’s gone.”

“What?” Mo Huaishu couldn’t believe it. She checked herself and confirmed—Yu’er’s demonic energy had vanished. “She was just fine moments ago…”

“This isn’t the time to talk. Senior Brother, come in!” Lan Mushu shouted, and the others entered—Su Yunli carrying the unconscious Ye Lingxi on his shoulder.

Mo Huaishu’s face darkened. “What happened to her?”

Su Yunli looked at Ye Lingxi’s unfamiliar face and asked, “Who’s this?”

“Your precious disciple,” he replied, flipping open his fan.

Mo Huaishu clearly didn’t believe him. She turned to another figure. “And who’s he?” She pointed at the white-haired old man.

“That’s Fu Guang.”

“Fu Guang? Why do you look like this?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later,” he said, stroking his white beard.

“You three!” Lan Mushu had reached her limit. “Stop catching up and help me already!” She was about to explode from frustration.

Mo Huaishu asked, “Did you find the Hundred-Grass Spirit?”

“Yes.” Su Yunli closed his folding fan. “Now, it’s time for our performance. Children, stand aside.”

Mo Huaishu: “…”

Lan Mushu sliced her palm and drew out her essence bl00d. Fu Guang and Su Yunli channeled their spiritual energy into her body to keep her from collapsing.

Mo Huaishu watched the process—uncertain what they were doing—but as long as it saved her Senior Sister, she didn’t care.

Sweat beaded on Lan Mushu’s forehead. She endured the pain, refining her bl00d into a pill, which she placed into Bai Luotang’s mouth. Just as she finished, she collapsed, and Fu Guang swiftly caught her.

“It’s done.”

Su Yunli stopped transmitting spiritual energy. “Will she recover soon?”

Fu Guang shook his head. “It depends. She’s my sister, after all.”

“Let’s return to the Hundred-Grass Sect,” Su Yunli suggested.

Fu Guang nodded. “Alright.”

“Mo Huaishu, she’s fine now. She just needs a few days to fully integrate. We’ll head back for now. If anything happens, come find us.”

“Okay.” Mo Huaishu finally relaxed upon hearing that Bai Luotang would recover.

“Thank you, Senior Brothers.”

“It’s only right.” Su Yunli picked up Ye Lingxi from the ground, and Fu Guang carried Lan Mushu. “We’re off.”

Mo Huaishu watched them silently.

As they walked, Su Yunli said, “Fu Guang, just now you really pushed yourself. You had enough energy—why act so tough?”

Fu Guang replied, “She’s my sister. What’s wrong with that?”

“Sigh… You never treat me that way.”

Fu Guang: “What do you want me to do?”

“Be my wife—become the Lady of Jiuxuan Sect, how about that?”

Fu Guang: “…”

“You’ve trained your sister well. The Hundred-Grass Sect is thriving without you. But I still need you.”

Fu Guang: “…”

“We’ll talk later.” Fu Guang picked up his pace. Su Yunli quickened his steps too.

“Think it over carefully—I really can’t live without you!”

Fu Guang: “…”

“You’re too much!”