The Villain is Soft and Clingy [Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Wait a minute, why does this name sound so familiar?

She has been in this world for fifteen years. Because resources were scarce in ancient times and there were no mobile phones, computers, or other entertainment options, she had no choice but to keep flipping through that little booklet.

After more than ten years, she had become thoroughly familiar with the contents of the booklet, so when she heard the name “Zhang Lan,” she suddenly recalled the contents of the book.

In 264 AD, Zhang Lan changed her name to Zhang Kuang.

Who is Zhang Kuang? She is the notorious and ruthless leader of the demon sect, known for her heinous crimes!!

This person’s strength is unfathomable, and their temperament is unpredictable. Once they appear, it will be a storm of bl00d and slaughter. This name, not to mention in the realm of immortals, even in the mortal world, it is enough to send shivers down one’s spine and cause one’s heart to race.

Two years ago, Zhang Kuang single-handedly slaughtered the entire Shura Sect at Qiling Mountain. It is said that the bl00d flowed all the way down to the foot of the mountain that day, and not a single building on the entire mountain, including more than a dozen grand halls, was spared.

The black ashes of countless demon cultivators’ corpses rose up, and the rolling thick smoke completely engulfed the vast blue sky, lingering for more than a month.

A year ago, she stormed into Yashan Sect , broke through the nine-layer seal with three moves, snapped the eighty-one-layer black iron chains, reduced the entire Demon Lock Tower to ashes, and swaggered away with the trapped Demon Lord.

It felt like being doused with a bucket of ice-cold water, and Xia Zhitao’s heart went cold.

It’s over.

I actually touched the villain’s head without permission, and because it felt so good, I rubbed it at least a few times… Is it still too late to sincerely admit my mistake?

Although Xia Zhitao’s expression was calm, her heart was already in turmoil.

Calm down, calm down!

It’s just a case of sharing the same name and surname. “Zhang” is a common surname, and “Lan” is not that rare either. How could there possibly be only one person named Zhang Lan?

It must just be a coincidence.

Xia Zhitao took a deep breath, quickly withdrew her hand and placed it behind her back, forcing a stiff smile as she finished speaking: “……Good, good name.”

The little girl, feeling a bit shy, lowered her head, her delicate white fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, and softly said, “What is your name Senior Sister?”

“Xia Zhitao.” Xia Zhitao answered truthfully, pulling her sleeves together and turning around, “Follow me, I’ll take you to find a place to stay.”

Because she was facing away, she didn’t see the little girl behind her looking at her figure and lowering her head. Zhang Lan softly murmured, letting the name roll gently between her lips, with utmost tenderness:

“Zhitao… Xia Zhitao.”

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Xia Zhitao returned to the blue brick path she had come from, but this time, a well-behaved little tail followed her.

…not just any little tail, but a ferocious little tail that can swallow a person whole without spitting out the bones.

Xia Zhitao, feeling anxious, couldn’t help but walk a bit faster and didn’t pay much attention to what was happening behind her.

Little Tail had been following behind, and it seemed like it was because she was unfamiliar with the road that she suddenly kicked a stone.

Xia Zhitao heard a “thud” and quickly turned around, only to see Little Tail fall to the ground, biting her teeth and trying to get up with a pitiful expression.

Leader! Leader, how did you fall?

Xia Zhitao’s heart tightened, and without caring about the cold mist on the blue steps, she half-knelt down and lowered her head to check Zhang Lan’s condition.

Little Tail’s fall was quite hard; her knee slammed against the blue bricks, already oozing a bit of bl00d, looking quite terrifying.

Zhang Lan furrowed her brows, her eyes misted over, half-sitting on the ground, her voice trembling slightly with a hint of tears, repeatedly apologizing, “S-sorry, I was too reckless…”

“How could you be so careless?” Xia Zhitao didn’t care about anything else and quickly took out a piece of soft cloth from the storage ring, carefully covering the wound on her knee.

She felt a bit sad and blamed herself, saying, “It’s my fault. Junior Sister, you just started, I should have walked slower.”

Zhang Lan shook her head, biting her lip, and said nothing.

A soft cloth covered the wound as Xia Zhitao lowered her head. Her fingers gathered spiritual power, which, through the thin cloth, gently and warmly enveloped the wound, gradually erasing the traces of bl00d.

Having spiritual power is great; as long as the wounds aren’t too severe, even a small bump or scrape can heal instantly.

After removing the soft cloth, the wound on the junior sister’s knee had already disappeared, replaced by delicate, tender white skin.

Zhang Lan, with tears in her eyes, said, “Thank you, Senior Sister.”

Xia Zhitao let out a sigh of relief, put the handkerchief back into the storage ring, and then looked up at the pitiful little junior sister.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Lan is probably just someone with the same name. After all, the leader of the Demon Sect actually fell flat on her face and even cried… It just seems a bit unrealistic.

Thinking about how she had wronged her junior sister because of the name, Xia Zhitao felt even more guilty.

She reached out her hand to Zhang Lan, gently saying, “Let me help you up.”

Zhang Lan was taken aback; one moment she looked pitiful, and the next, her expression suddenly brightened.

She excitedly extended her hand and placed it in Xia Zhitao’s palm: “Okay!”

The other person’s palm is soft, warm against mine, their fingers curled around like cradling a cloud.

Xia Zhitao pulled her up, and just as she was about to let go after seeing her steady herself, Zhang Lan suddenly stepped a bit closer, grabbing Xia Zhitao from behind and refusing to let go no matter what.

The two intertwined their fingers, a gesture of extreme intimacy.

Xia Zhitao was slightly taken aback. When she turned her head, she saw Zhang Lan staring at her without blinking, her eyes filled with the words “I want to hold hands.”

Xia Zhitao: “……”

Forget it, forget it. This child has just been forced to leave her family and come to this unfamiliar place, Shijing Peak. She must be extremely anxious. I should take extra care of her.

Thinking this, Xia Zhitao sighed and let Zhang Lan go.

The earlier look of grievance vanished without a trace, and the junior sister tightly held onto Xia Zhitao’s hand, her spirits high as she asked, “Senior Sister, where are we going?”

Xia Zhitao looked up at the sky and said, “I’ll take you to the outer sect disciples residence first to settle in. If there’s still time, we can explore around.”

“Senior Sister, do you live there?” Zhang Lan asked.

Xia Zhitao shook her head, “I am an inner disciple, and my residence is separate.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Zhang Lan’s entire demeanor darken, her eyes drooping like a wilting flower, and she weakly said, “Is it far from where the Senior Sister lives?”

Xia Zhitao was both angry and amused. She reached out with her free hand and flicked the other person’s forehead, saying, “You’ve only just arrived today. After tomorrow’s spiritual power test, you’ll have your own room.”

Although she said that, Xia Zhitao felt a bit guilty and secretly hid something.

——Only recognized disciples can have rooms.

In other words, as long as this junior sister passes the spiritual power test tomorrow, she will be temporarily accepted as an inner disciple, and I will be able to continue teaching her. After undergoing a series of trials, Zhang Lan will officially enter the Shijing Peak and become a member of the inner sect disciples.

But if the spiritual power measured tomorrow is too low, or if the innate talent is too poor, they will be treated as outer disciples and will no longer receive guidance from instructors or elders.

Outer disciples of the outer sect can only try to cultivate on their own. If they can’t figure out the way, they won’t stand out in the trial competition, which is almost equivalent to being abandoned by Yashan Sect, living a mediocre life forever as an outer disciple.

Xia Zhitao couldn’t help but glance at her junior sister. Looking at her round, dumpling-like face and recalling how this child could trip over flat ground while walking, she couldn’t help but feel a bit worried for her.

The junior sister didn’t know about Xia Zhitao’s mood. After hearing that the residence was only temporary, she instantly returned to her previous cheerful self and confidently said, “I’ll do my best!”

Xia Zhitao smiled and nodded. The two of them followed the path downwards, and before long, they arrived at the wooden houses near the foot of the mountain.

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Outer disciples naturally do not receive the same treatment as inner disciples. Their living quarters are relatively much worse, but they are not dilapidated to the point of being uninhabitable; they are just relatively poor and noisy.

Zhang Lan kept holding Xia Zhitao’s hand, and after glancing around a few times, she said, “Am I supposed to stay here?”

Xia Zhitao nodded and said, “Yes, if the spiritual power test is passed, we can change rooms tomorrow.”

She led Zhang Lan into one of the small rooms, stood in front of the table, unfastened the wooden plaque tied around her waist, and handed it to the woman in gray in front of her.

The woman in gray took the wooden plaque, glanced at it twice, and suddenly her expression became a bit more excited. She said, “Senior Sister Xia, an inner sect disciple?”

“This is our new Junior Sister, she hasn’t had her spiritual power tested yet,” Xia Zhitao glanced at Zhang Lan beside her and explained to the woman in gray, “Could you please arrange a room for her?”

“Of course, of course.” The woman in gray replied repeatedly. She turned around, opened the drawer, selected a key from the countless ones inside, and respectfully handed it to Xia Zhitao, never once looking at Zhang Lan.

“The key you requested, go to the right and it’s the fifth building,” the woman in gray carefully handed it over and said, “There are already four young ladies living inside.”

Xia Zhitao frowned slightly, somewhat displeased: “Is there no vacant room?”

The woman in gray shook her head and said, “All the rooms are fully booked. This one has the fewest people.”

There’s no other way, Xia Zhitao smiled apologetically at Zhang Lan and said, “Sorry for the trouble.”

Zhang Lan shook her head at her, her voice soft: “It’s nothing.”

Xia Zhitao led Zhang Lan to the small wooden house, handed the key to Zhang Lan, and said, “You go inside and get familiar with it. I’ll go get some things for you and be right back.”

Zhang Lan obediently nodded. She watched Xia Zhitao’s figure walk away, then used her key to unlock the wooden door and walked inside.

The room was very cramped, the air was stuffy and suffocating, and a few women stopped talking abruptly when they saw Zhang Lan walk in.

“What? A newcomer actually showed up?”

One of them stood up, lazily squinting her eyes, and ordered, “Newcomer, fill the water jar at the door.”

The other few people covered their mouths and snickered, pointing and gesturing at Zhang Lan, their expressions full of disdain.

Then, they saw the frail little girl at the door smile and slowly lift her head.

The amber-like eyes suddenly lost their color, the brightness gradually peeling away and dimming, until finally, they seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of black mist, pressing down coldly, making it hard to breathe.

She smiled faintly and said, “Oh?”

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Small Theater:

Zhang Kuang: Why can’t the leader of the Demon Sect fall flat on the ground? I did it on purpose to show my wife, is there a problem with that?

Xia Zhitao: ………………