The Female Lead Always Comes Around [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Before Ning Han could even react, Ning Shu’s foot shot out, striking her wrist. As Ning Han’s strength faltered from the pain, Ning Shu hooked the fallen sword into her own hand, pressing the blade against Ning Han’s neck.

It all happened in an instant. Ning Ming, standing behind Ning Han, didn’t even have time to react, unable to command her subordinates to save her.

Despite her fear, Ning Han refused to bow her head. She stiffened her neck and spat out, “If you have the guts, then kill me. Let’s see if Brother Tao will forgive you.”

Ning Shu almost laughed at that. Brother Tao? What nonsense, she didn’t care at all.

Yet this proud little peacock in front of her was interesting enough to play with. She had no intention of letting this green tea, innocent-looking girl die easily, after all, she had to vent the original owner’s long-held grudges.

“I heard you’re called the ‘most beautiful woman in the martial world.’ You must treasure that pretty face of yours, right?”

In truth, Ning Han was nothing special, average-looking at best. But she knew how to dress well and had a father with respect and influence, which earned her some flattery.

She believed those compliments and declared herself the “most beautiful woman in the martial world,” spreading the title until the martial world quietly accepted it.

Ning Shu slid the sword along Ning Han’s neck until it hovered at her cheek, her smile both teasing and dangerous, eyes unreadable.

Ning Han froze, terrified that Ning Shu might accidentally cut her face.

“You think Brother Tao will like you if you scratch my face?” Ning Han spat, her voice trembling. “Never! He would never like a snake-hearted woman like you!”

Ning Shu’s ears twitched from all the “Brother Tao s, rolling her eyes. She tapped Ning Han’s cheek with the back of her sword, impatient. “If I hear ‘Brother Tao’ one more time, I’ll cut out your tongue!”

Ning Han immediately stiffened, her upper body rigid. Initially, she thought Ning Shu was bluffing, but now she knew the threat was real. One wrong move, and the sword would pierce her heart.

Satisfied with her posture, Ning Shu’s mood improved. Silent observation was much more pleasing.

“What do you think will happen to Ning Bai and Zhao Xian if I kill you?”

Zhao Xian was Ning Bai’s wife and Ning Han’s mother. With some influence at home, Ning Bai had kept himself in check over the years, but his obedience was only superficial. Dogs don’t change their habits easily.

Ning Han’s legs began to weaken. One slip could slice her face, and as bl00d trickled down, Ning Shu felt a rush of bloodlust.

“Oh, don’t blame me you ran into my sword yourself.”

Ning Han sucked in a breath, terrified by Ning Shu’s grin, barely holding herself back from kneeling in submission.

How can someone smile so terrifyingly? This woman’s insane!

Ning Ming, witnessing the bl00d, covered her mouth in shock. She hadn’t expected a simple punishment for a reckless girl to escalate into this.

If their aunt found out, she’d be severely punished. What could she do?

Ning Shu’s smile faded, her voice cold. “I should’ve killed you, but letting you die quietly is too cheap for you. I’ll leave you alive this once. Go back and tell Long Tao and your parents: Ning Shu is back. None of you will escape.”

Though she spoke of sparing Ning Han’s life, Ning Shu never promised to leave her unscathed.

With a flourish, her sword traced over Ning Han’s vital meridians, cutting deep. Bl00d gushed, and her screams pierced the sky.

Ning Shu dropped the sword and looked down, detached, like a deity observing ants.

Ning Ming rushed to help, pressing a cloth to her sister’s wounds, but it barely slowed the bl00d. Soon, her clothes were soaked.

“Go, Ming’er. Get out of here,” Ning Han weakly urged.

Any delay could cost her life. Ning Shu was more terrifying than any demon from the underworld.

Ning Ming obeyed, hoisting the bloodied Ning Han, trailing behind as they fled. Once at a safe distance, she turned sharply, shouting at the subordinates, “Why are you standing there? Kill the one who harmed Miss immediately!”

With her command, the young men in brown uniforms, trained as killers rather than proper disciples, attacked Ning Shu.

Though poorly dressed, their skills surpassed normal disciples. Their attacks were precise, deadly, and uniform, leaving Ning Shu momentarily struggling to find a weakness.

She employed a defensive strategy, waiting and studying, while the pain in her forehead throbbed again.

After a tense fifteen minutes, frustration built. Her gaze darkened, and she struck with sixty percent of her inner power.

At the same time, the headache reached its peak, as if her forehead would split open.

Ning Ming, watching, felt like she was witnessing a nightmare, trembling as she yelled, “Run! Don’t fight, just run!”

The attackers retreated in an orderly fashion, vanishing quickly. Ning Shu barely noticed, her attention consumed by the pain.

The sensation of her body tearing from within persisted, followed by violent surges of cold and heat. Tortured beyond measure, her vision blurred.

She knew she was about to pass out. Her body had no control, only a desperate hope to fall safely, without landing face down.

Before losing consciousness, she caught a faint floral scent, thinking it was a hallucination. She greedily inhaled and brushed at it.

Li Xiao, watching the semi-conscious, restless Ning Shu in her arms, cursed inwardly. She’d have left her if not for chance.

Feeding her two cooling pills to prevent heart inflammation, she carried her horizontally once the fever subsided. Then, the mark on Ning Shu’s forehead chilled her to the bone.

How did she get this mark?

Li Xiao lingered briefly, then quickened her pace toward the inn.

Even if they were to be enemies someday, she couldn’t abandon her now.

Ning Shu, still dazed, felt weightless. Fearful of falling, she clung instinctively to Li Xiao, hands straying where they shouldn’t.

Two or three steps from the inn, Li Xiao stopped, displeased.

I shouldn’t have bothered being kind… should’ve left her on that path!

Steeling herself, she strode into the inn as if no one was watching, ascended to the third floor without change, and kicked open Ning Shu’s door, tossing her onto the bed.

The medicine had been given, and she had been brought back. Li Xiao had done all she could. Whether Ning Shu could recover was up to her.

As Li Xiao turned to leave, Ning Shu grabbed her arm, murmuring, “Sister, don’t go… don’t leave me.”

Li Xiao’s expression hardened, glancing at the mark on Ning Shu’s forehead before pulling her hand away.

Righteousness and evil cannot coexist. If they were destined to be adversaries, better to sever ties now.

Ning Shu, though much better physically, was still groggy, unable to distinguish reality from illusion. Believing Li Xiao was a hallucination, she acted recklessly, dragging her into her embrace.

Li Xiao, caught between duty and morality, was suddenly pinned to the bed. Before she could react, Ning Shu’s lips pressed against hers, hot, soft, and unyielding.

Ning Shu, emboldened by Li Xiao’s lack of resistance, pressed further, greedily seizing the taste, wild and domineering, leaving no room for Li Xiao to breathe.