The Villainess Always Tries to Seduce Me - Chapter 27

Yun Chuanzhi felt a subtle warmth rise in her heart when she realized Bai Fenghuo remembered her words. Without hesitation, she replied, “Of course it’s true.”

“Besides,” she added with a smile, “why do you always think I’d harm you? We have no grudge against each other.”

Bai Fenghuo huffed but remained still. “I have no grudge against Qiu Hanshan either.”

“That’s different,” Yun Chuanzhi countered, carefully choosing her words to dispel Bai Fenghuo’s suspicion. “I don’t even know Sect Leader Mingcun.”

“So you mean,” Bai Fenghuo turned abruptly, tilting her chin slightly, her deep, pool-like eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight with a hint of mischievous malice, “you wouldn’t be angry no matter who This Seat kills?”

So sensitive, suspicious, and utterly unreasonable, Yun Chuanzhi sighed inwardly. Instead of arguing further, she stepped forward, lifted her sleeve with one hand, and fished out her hand from within the wide sleeve with the other.

Then, she pried open her slender, scallion-like fingers and pressed them against her neck.

“Go ahead, kill me. See if I get angry.”

Her actions were the epitome of reckless abandon. Bai Fenghuo gripped the girl’s delicate neck, so fragile it seemed it would shatter with the slightest pressure. She couldn’t tighten her grip, nor could she loosen it. As the seconds stretched, her heart began to race.

She’s just a fearless Little Immortal Slave. Why am I so flustered? Bai Fenghuo angrily withdrew her hand, pulling out a handkerchief to vigorously wipe away the lingering warmth of her touch.

“Get lost,” she finally snarled.

“Yes, Sect Leader,” Yun Chuanzhi replied, retreating gracefully after provoking Bai Fenghuo’s fury. She turned and hurried away, rounding a corner before doubling back halfway down the corridor.

As she walked past the ever-burning lanterns lining the corridor, she was surprised to find Bai Fenghuo still standing at the doorway, lost in thought, her shoulders shrouded in shadow.

“Sect Leader…” she forced a particularly docile smile. “I almost forgot—Xiao Nu has a request.”

She rarely referred to herself as “Xiao Nu” in Bai Fenghuo’s presence. She glanced at her before pushing the door open. “Speak.”

“Do you have food here?”

She smiled so hard her eyes disappeared behind her cheeks, desperate for a single meal. Bai Fenghuo paused, silent for a long moment before finally asking, “What? Mount Everlasting doesn’t even have a place to eat?”

“Not only is there no place to eat, there’s no place to stay either,” Yun Chuanzhi muttered, recalling her experiences from earlier in the day.

Bai Fenghuo couldn’t help but overhear. She turned her head slightly, frowning. “What did you say? Why would there be no lodging? On Core Sect Day, with so many Immortal Cultivators present, they should have designated accommodations.”

“They did designate accommodations, but they refused to share them with slaves, so I left,” Yun Chuanzhi said with a cheerful smile. “It’s fine. The peach tree by the gate makes a perfectly good bed.”

Her words seemed casual, but they were deliberately spoken, hoping Bai Fenghuo might pity her just a little and provide better food.

“A bunch of useless cultivators who can’t even focus on their training, yet they look down on others,” Bai Fenghuo’s eyes turned cold. With a flick of her wrist, the empty tea table beneath the window was instantly laden with food.

A quick glance revealed dozens of steaming dishes, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, glistening with oil. There was even a bowl of fragrant Ginseng Black Chicken Soup, its broth so clear you could see the tender, stewed chicken leg floating beneath the oily surface.

The aroma of the food hooked Yun Chuanzhi’s appetite like a fishhook. Her stomach, starved for half a day, began to rumble wildly. She immediately sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and stuffed a mouthful into her mouth.

Bai Fenghuo looked down at her, arms crossed elegantly. She clicked her tongue. “What kind of manners are these? Do you always eat like this when you’re out? You’re embarrassing This Seat.”

Yun Chuanzhi chewed and swallowed the fish in her mouth, muttering under her breath, “I’ve improved a lot. I eat much slower than I used to.”

“So you used to eat even more disgracefully?” Bai Fenghuo frowned.

“You young masters and ladies who’ve always been accustomed to luxury naturally learn elegance. But someone like me, who spends every day hungry and cold, has to eat quickly or someone else will snatch the food away,” Yun Chuanzhi said helplessly, gulping down several mouthfuls of Ginseng Black Chicken Soup. “To be honest, I nearly choked to death once trying to steal a steamed bun.”

She chuckled merrily and continued to devour her meal with gusto, oblivious to Bai Fenghuo’s slowly relaxing arms and the fleeting ripple in her eyes.

“What’s the name of the person who won’t let you sleep indoors?” Bai Fenghuo suddenly asked.

“I think her surname is Qi. Cheng Jinshu calls her Junior Sister,” Yun Chuanzhi replied vaguely, completely absorbed in her meal.

Bai Fenghuo nodded but asked no further questions. She simply strode deeper into the inner chamber, saying lazily as she walked, “Today, in recognition of your service in protecting your master, you need not sleep under the peach tree. Within this hall, only the screen is forbidden to cross. The rest of the space is of no use to This Seat. Find any corner to sleep in.”

With that, her swaying waist disappeared behind the screen embroidered with spring apricot blossoms. The brilliant lamplight within seemed to flicker as if caught by a sudden gust of wind, then abruptly went out.

Yun Chuanzhi finally processed her words, her mood instantly lifting. She devoured the remaining food on the table with the speed of a whirlwind, then rose, patting her full stomach.

The layout of Little White Hall was nearly identical to that of Spring Encounter Pavilion at the Kun Dan Sect, though the furnishings and decor appeared older. The beauty couch beneath the window was worn smooth, its surface gleaming like polished jade.

Yun Chuanzhi cracked the window open a sliver, letting the summer night breeze drift into the hall. The air carried the scent of fresh grass and unknown blossoms. She settled onto the beauty couch, closing her eyes to rest.

Too much had happened that day. Even after taking the restorative pill, she still felt exhausted. She soon drifted off to sleep, lulled by the chirping of insects. Blackie, perched on her shoulder, crawled down to nestle beside her, resting its head on her arm.

Suddenly, Blackie’s eyes snapped open. Its gaze darted around before it reached out and tugged at Yun Chuanzhi’s hair.

“Master, Master, wake up,” Blackie whispered in her high-pitched voice.

Yun Chuanzhi, who had been gnawing on a giant chicken leg in her dream, was roused from her drowsy slumber. She pushed Blackie’s hand away and sat up irritably. “What’s with the tugging?”

“I sensed Sect Leader leaving just now,” Blackie said anxiously. “Could there be another demon?”

“So what if she left? She’s Bai Fenghuo, for heaven’s sake! Even the other two Sect Leaders combined can’t beat her. What could possibly happen?” Yun Chuanzhi grumbled, rolling over to resume sleeping.

“But what if there’s another demon? You’re alone in the hall now. Without Bai Fenghuo’s protection, what if a demon devours you?” Blackie fretted, chewing on her hand.

At this, Yun Chuanzhi’s drowsiness vanished instantly. She tumbled off the couch and landed on her feet, clapping her fist into her palm. “You’re right.”

She crept behind the screen and tossed a cloth doll from her sleeve. The doll darted into the darkness, circled around, and emerged, dragging a thick, heavy ledger.

“She’s really not in bed,” Yun Chuanzhi murmured to herself.

The clever doll spread the ledger open on the floor, revealing a list of names. Yun Chuanzhi paused, then leaned down to read.

“Bai Xiaochen’s seventh disciple, Qi Yurong…”

Seeing this, Yun Chuanzhi quickly realized the danger. She snatched Blackie from the ground and fled through the door without a second thought.

Perhaps Bai Fenghuo had taken some time to locate Qi Yurong. By the time Yun Chuanzhi, breathless, burst into the Cloud Pavilion, she saw the tall, elegant woman standing beside the bed near the window, bathed in the cold moonlight.

Her profile was stern, a faint glow coalescing in her palm as she slowly raised her hand.

Damn it! Did Bai Fenghuo actually listen to her and come to kill someone in revenge?

Though the idea of Bai Fenghuo seeking revenge for her sounded absurd, Yun Chuanzhi couldn’t imagine any other reason for her to seek out the Immortal Cultivators’ residence in the dead of night.

“Bai Fenghuo!” Yun Chuanzhi cried out, realizing she was too late to stop him. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around her shoulders and yanking her backward with all her might.

“If you kill the Immortal Cultivators under the Sect Leader’s command because of me, I’ll truly lose my life!”

Unfortunately, her current body was too weak, and Bai Fenghuo’s stance was too stable. Her desperate lunge not only failed to pull her away, but instead left her dangling from her back, her feet kicking uselessly in the air.

This body of Cui Ergou’s is truly humiliating! Yun Chuanzhi thought, clutching the beautiful woman with no trace of romantic feelings, only bitter resentment.

Suddenly, a soft laugh drifted from above, unlike Bai Fenghuo’s usual mocking sneer. This laugh was genuinely amused, like a gentle breeze drifting through the window and caressing her heart.