Competing with the Male Lead for the Female Lead (Transmigration) - Chapter 6

The reason Tomb Mountain was called Tomb Mountain was because ghosts from within a hundred-mile radius would gather in this mountain. Solitary ghosts would definitely avoid cultivators like them, but Tomb Mountain was the ghosts’ territory, and they had the advantage in numbers. The only worry was that some unruly ones would come looking for trouble.

Wen Wuning followed Lan Feier not too closely and not too far, ensuring she wouldn’t be discovered while still being able to intervene in time if something happened.

Lan Feier walked on the small path leading up the mountain, holding the sword Wen Wuning had retrieved for her. Ghostly wails occasionally came from the dense forest on both sides. She drew her sword and bared her teeth in the direction of the sound, her fierce appearance even more frightening than the ghosts.

Lan Feier wasn’t particularly brave, but there weren’t many things she truly feared. These ethereal ghosts were one of them. Her personality was rather stubborn; the more she feared something, the more she wanted to try it, forcing herself until she was no longer afraid.

In college, she had gone to various haunted houses with her classmates. The first time, she had crawled out screaming with her eyes closed the entire time. Later, she ended up punching the haunted house staff dressed as ghosts into the hospital and smashing the facilities, resulting in a lot of compensation money and the closure of the haunted house.

She felt she had overcome her fear.

However, her classmates who went with her didn’t think so. If she was truly unafraid, she wouldn’t have had such a big reaction, beating up the staff like that. Lan Feier wasn’t no longer afraid; she had just become more violent. Her coping mechanism for fear had changed from avoidance to violence.

But they wouldn’t say these things because they didn’t want to be dragged along to embarrass themselves again.

Occasionally, oblivious ghosts would pass through Lan Feier on the small path, and some ghosts would deliberately pop out of the forest to scare her.

Lan Feier held her small, broken sword and eliminated one with each strike. Although the small, broken sword wasn’t great, it was more than enough to deal with these minor ghosts with little cultivation.

As for the ghosts hiding in the forest and occasionally trying to scare her, if it weren’t for the fact that the forest was unsafe, Lan Feier would have rushed in and chopped them into pieces long ago.

Lan Feier suppressed the urge to rush into the forest, bared her teeth and acted fiercely at the ghosts wailing in the forest, then turned her head and with a single strike, killed another oblivious stupid ghost that floated past her.

The ghosts in the forest, seeing that Lan Feier was a ruthless character, quieted down for a moment, but then reacted even more intensely. The numerous ghosts that had been hiding in the forest suddenly screamed and emerged. Lan Feier didn’t show any weakness, growling at them like a wild beast as she continued up the mountain, her pace only quickening.

These ghosts hid and suffered bullying elsewhere. Now that they had come to their stronghold, they were still being bullied. How could they bear it? They followed Lan Feier all the way, howling around her to make her uncomfortable.

Wen Wuning, not far behind Lan Feier, noticed her abnormality. In Wen Wuning’s eyes, this junior sister was cautious and careful and shouldn’t be so impulsive. Fearing that something might happen to Lan Feier, she quickened her pace to shorten the distance between them.

The higher they went up the mountain, the more ghosts followed Lan Feier. Relying on their numbers, these little ghosts became much bolder, occasionally approaching to scare her, only to scurry away before her sword could strike.

Lan Feier was already mentally tense, and being constantly disturbed by them made her head feel like it was about to explode.

Suddenly, Lan Feier stopped. The ghosts following her looked at each other, wondering why she had stopped walking.

Suddenly, Lan Feier raised her head, her eyes bloodshot like a wild beast’s.

“Do you all think I’m easy to bully?”

Saying this, she leaped into the pile of ghosts and began a frenzied slaughter of all kinds of ghosts as if splitting watermelons.

“Wah—” The ghosts were so frightened that they scattered in all directions. Some stupid ghosts, panicking and losing their way, rushed straight towards Lan Feier and were cleaved open, turning into wisps of green smoke.

With each shrill scream, the fog on the small path grew thicker. By the time the only sound she could hear was her own breathing, the fog had become so dense that she could barely see her fingers in front of her.

Lan Feier tapped the ground with her sword, listening to the sound to guide her back to the small path, and continued upwards.

When Wen Wuning walked into this dense fog, she frowned deeply. There was resentment in the fog. She had heard her father say that there were few evil or vengeful ghosts in Tomb Mountain. Lan Feier’s massacre had instead stirred up their resentment.

Wen Wuning took out a censer from her Qiankun bag and lit the Qilin incense inside. This incense was given to her by a senior uncle who specialized in the ghost path. It was said to be able to appease evil ghosts and dispel their resentment.

She carried the censer forward. Sure enough, the resentment in the dense fog gradually dissipated, and whispering ghostly voices rose from the forest on both sides. The ghostly voices grew closer and closer, as if right beside her ears. She looked down and saw two ghosts lying on the censer, but not feeling any malice, she let them follow along.

After walking for about half an hour, Wen Wuning emerged from the dense fog. Not sensing Lan Feier’s aura, she assumed Lan Feier was moving quickly and had already gone up the mountain. So she ascended the mountain at her fastest speed, but after walking for the time it took to burn an incense stick, she realized something was wrong. There was no trace of Lan Feier along the way.

Wen Wuning looked towards the dense forest on both sides of the small path. With Lan Feier’s cautious nature, she would definitely not enter the forest.

So the only possibility was that she was still in that fog.

Wen Wuning immediately went down the mountain. Before she even got close to the fog, she sensed a commotion among the ghosts inside.

Wen Wuning knew they liked the Qilin incense. She looked at the incense in her hand and thought. Lan Feier might be trapped in the fog by the resentment generated by the ghosts, while she had come out because she had the Qilin incense. To find Lan Feier, she couldn’t light this incense.

She turned the censer, extinguished the incense inside, and put it in her bosom. She entered the fog again. At first, because some Qilin incense still lingered on her body, she continued to walk on the small path. It wasn’t until the scent on her body completely dissipated that she gradually felt something was wrong.

The noisy ghostly voices around her gradually faded away, while the resentment grew heavier and heavier. She couldn’t judge direction or distance.

She was also trapped.

She continued walking until she reached the place with the heaviest resentment. She saw a figure leaning on a sword, half-squatting on the ground. Wen Wuning breathed a sigh of relief and went forward.

“Junior Sister.”

Before her hand could touch her shoulder, Wen Wuning felt a murderous aura attack. She raised her sword to block this inexplicable and fierce strike.

Lan Feier had been walking in the fog for half an hour and finally realized something was wrong. She was trapped. She had tried to go back, but after walking for an hour, she still hadn’t come out of the dense fog.

Everything around her was quiet, without a single sound. Lan Feier was exhausted, and she pressed her throbbing head.

If she couldn’t find a way out within three days, this interspatial space would close, and she would be trapped in this space forever, trapped on Tomb Mountain. She hadn’t cultivated to the point of being able to survive without food. Her limit was at most a month, and after a month, she would die here.

She reflected on why she had fallen into such a desperate situation.

She racked her brains, and ultimately, it was all because she had been meddlesome and saved that saintly b1tch of a female lead!

She had risked her life to save Wen Wuning, but after being rescued, Wen Wuning was only worried about that Jiao not being able to transform!

“Ah—”

“Junior Sister, it’s me! Don’t be afraid.” Wen Wuning grabbed Lan Feier’s wrist, snatched the sword she was attacking with again, and reminded her loudly.

The last three words, “don’t be afraid,” were gentle and filled with deep worry and comfort.

They shattered Lan Feier’s falsely high defenses at this moment.

Lan Feier stood frozen in place, tears streaming down her face.

Lan Feier was afraid. How could she not be afraid?

She was afraid of ghosts, and she was afraid of death.

Wen Wuning was startled. She knew Lan Feier wasn’t injured. She must have been frightened. After all, she was still too young.

“Senior Sister is here, don’t be afraid.” Wen Wuning helped her sit on a step and sat down beside her, thinking for a moment before gently patting her back.

“Rest for a while, and I’ll take you out to catch the ginseng doll with you.” Wen Wuning wasn’t good at comforting people and could only steer the conversation towards the ginseng doll that this junior sister liked.

Lan Feier wept blankly, her eyes and the tip of her nose red, her lips tightly pursed. She looked truly heartbreaking.

“I should have come with you,” Wen Wuning blamed herself.

Lan Feier wiped away her tears and suddenly turned her head, staring directly at Wen Wuning. “Senior Sister, that Jiao almost killed us. Why did you still want to save it?”

Wen Wuning was stunned for a moment. Facing Lan Feier’s expressionless questioning, she finally slowly understood. So this was why her junior sister was acting strangely.

Wen Wuning withdrew her hand, sorted out her thoughts, looked towards the distant fog, and slowly began to speak.

“When I was very young, my great-grandfather left a four-legged dragon for the Wen family to guard the courtyard. That four-legged dragon was nearly five hundred years old, but it still couldn’t transform into a human.

Great-grandfather said he left it to guard the courtyard, but in reality, he had already given up on it. My great-grandfather could have had better mounts in the sect. Keeping this four-legged dragon by his side was a burden.

But although great-grandfather looked down on it, it was enough to ward off evil spirits in this small Ancheng. It looked fierce but was actually very docile, and it loved to sleep like an old tortoise.”

Saying this, Wen Wuning smiled, and Lan Feier’s originally expressionless face softened a little.

“In the summer, its body was cool, and I liked to sleep on its back. At that time, I often hid in the shade of the trees in the backyard with it in the afternoon,” Wen Wuning turned her head to look at Lan Feier. “I was the Wen family’s young lady, but I had no playmates when I was little. It was my only playmate.”

The unusual side of Wen Wuning that she revealed gradually calmed the resentment-filled Lan Feier.

Wen Wuning was silent for a moment, then said concisely, “Later, I went to the back mountain to play again and encountered rogue cultivators who had broken into the forbidden area of the back mountain. It lost its life protecting me.”

Although she had long known that this four-legged dragon definitely didn’t have a good ending, which was why Wen Wuning always remembered it, hearing Wen Wuning say it herself still made Lan Feier sigh inwardly.

The two were silent for a moment. Lan Feier’s collapsed mentality had recovered, but Wen Wuning seemed downcast. She hadn’t spoken much to begin with, and now she became even more silent.