The Villainess Always Wants to Cuddle With Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30

Ling Jun’s coming-of-age ceremony was a momentous occasion for her. Gu Wen, too, wished to witness it. However, accompanying her would likely anger Jian Qiongjun, so he settled on gifting Ling Jun a Snow Silkworm.

The gift was so precious that Ling Jun stood frozen, hesitant to accept it. “Master, you’ve been refining this for so long. How can you waste it on me…?”

Ancient texts described the Snow Silkworm as a rare creature found only in the most frigid, snow-covered regions, its existence shrouded in mystery. Should a destined individual obtain one, they must refine it using methods similar to cultivating venomous insects. Once refined, the Snow Silkworm could be implanted in the heart, warding off illness and disaster, and even absorbing a fatal blow.

Possessing such a creature was akin to gaining an extra life. Ling Jun dared not accept such a priceless gift.

“It’s merely one of my many curiosities,” Gu Wen said casually. “If we’re talking about rarity, how could it compare to my Azure-Tailed Heart Fox?”

Gu Wen spoke lightly, but the truth was undeniable. He possessed numerous rare artifacts as precious as the Snow Silkworm.

Knowing the extent of Gu Wen’s wealth, Ling Jun repeatedly declined his offer, but ultimately relented to his persistent generosity and accepted.

Ling Jun waved goodbye and was about to step out the door when Gu Wen casually remarked, “Your eye condition seems to have worsened…”

Ling Jun froze in her tracks, turning back to face Gu Wen. As expected, nothing could be hidden from him. She nodded. “It’s nothing. I’ve grown accustomed to it.”

Gu Wen sighed softly, as if blaming himself. “I possess countless rare artifacts, yet none can cure your eyes. I’ve tried every method over the years. Even the cassia seed concoctions only offer temporary relief…” For decades, he had practiced medicine to atone for past sins, never imagining that karmic retribution would strike so relentlessly in this mortal realm.

Ling Jun had indeed been consuming cassia seed remedies recently. Nothing escaped Gu Wen’s notice. She understood her own body and knew what she was doing.

“I will heed Master’s teachings.”

Leaving White Plum Mountain, Ling Jun and Jian Qigui moved with the Ice Lotus Steps, their figures streaking across the world like swift meteors, leaving only trails of frosty fragrance lingering in their wake.

White Plum Mountain and Cuiyue Mountain were a great distance apart. During the long winter days, the journey stretched on, and as dusk gradually deepened, night fell as expected.

No matter how swiftly they traveled, the two women needed to rest and spend the night.

Pingcheng County offered little in the way of nightlife. The locals packed up their stalls early and hurried home, as if wary of something, leaving the entire town in a pitch-black, eerie silence.

The street was shrouded in a stillness that blended into the night. A lantern hung high above the entrance to a simple inn, its sign reading “Shunshun Inn.” Jian Qigui stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a brief pause, the door creaked open. Seeing two women at the entrance, the innkeeper immediately tried to shoo them away. “It’s already 10 PM. Go home,” he said, attempting to close the door.

This was strange. They hadn’t even explained their purpose yet. Ling Jun reached out to stop the door from closing. “We’re travelers passing through,” she said. “We only need a room for one night to rest. Please, sir, show us some hospitality.”

The innkeeper scrutinized the two women, pursing his lips in thought before finally relenting and opening the door wider.

“Come in,” he said.

The moment they stepped inside, the innkeeper nervously slammed the door shut behind them.

The innkeeper’s behavior struck the two women as odd. There was clearly something amiss in Pingcheng County.

“Sir, are you afraid of something?” Jian Qigui asked.

The innkeeper rubbed his hands together, picked up a lantern, and led the two women up the stairs. “Since you’re both women and outsiders, I hope you won’t laugh at us,” he said. “Evil spirits have been haunting Pingcheng County lately, preying on young children. Three have already gone missing. Please forgive the people’s panic.”

“Evil spirits?” Ling Jun murmured, her dark eyes thoughtful. She had never believed in ghosts or gods, suspecting it was merely the work of wicked men.

“For so many days?” Jian Qigui asked, frowning.

The innkeeper opened the guest room door. “Over a month now,” he replied. “Please rest well.”

Seeing the innkeeper’s reluctance to discuss the matter further, likely assuming they were just passing travelers, Ling Jun realized there was no point in pressing him.

However, the innkeeper had only given them one room. Could he have mistaken them for sisters, assuming they were related because they were both women? Ling Jun was slightly taken aback.

The guest room was relatively clean, with a thin curtain hanging inside the door for privacy—a thoughtful touch. The innkeeper, ever perceptive, had chosen a room at the back of the inn for them.

The furnishings were simple yet complete: a bathing tub, a writing desk, and a bed large enough for two.

Ling Jun cleared her throat, making a fist with one hand. “It seems we’ll be sharing a bed tonight.”

Jian Qigui’s ears flushed crimson as she nodded, pressing her lips together and pointing at the bathtub. “I’ll go fetch some water.”

Steam filled the air, carrying a faint, alluring fragrance. The gentle splashing of water behind her stirred forbidden thoughts. After bathing quickly, Jian Qigui leaned against the wooden door of the guest room, staring straight ahead. That familiar, feverish restlessness surged through her again, forcing her to silently recite the Ice Lotus Heart Sutra.

Outside, the biting cold pressed in, a force that deterred ordinary people and even made flying insects hesitate before venturing into its frigid embrace. Frost had already formed by morning, and waves of icy air radiated outward.

A soft moan drifted from behind her. Inside, the otherworldly beauty seemed to be luxuriating in a moment of drowsy contentment. On the other side of the door, Jian Qigui’s bones turned to jelly, as if something were gnawing at her heart, an unbearable itch that the well-worn Ice Lotus Art couldn’t quell.

How can my body feel like it’s burning in fire, despite the freezing cold that surrounds me?

Suddenly, the door swung open. Jian Qigui’s legs buckled, and she stumbled backward, only to be caught in a soft embrace.

The soft embrace carried a cold fragrance mingled with the scent of medicinal herbs, creating an intoxicating aroma. Jian Qigui’s legs went weak, her bones melted, and the biting cold around her vanished completely.

“Are there enemies outside? You seem so tense, even resorting to the Ice Lotus Art after all this time.”

Her voice was soft and melodious, reminiscent of her past life in the Yellow Millet Valley. She spoke as if she had already lived out her worldly existence, with no longing for a future life in the underworld.

She playfully chided, “You’ve chilled the bathwater before I could even finish bathing.”

The warmth of her embrace faded, and the lingering fragrance of cold incense dissipated. Jian Qigui turned to see the peerless beauty with cascading black hair, clad only in her inner robes, drying her hair. Steam still lingered in the air from the nearby bath barrel, a lingering mist.

Jian Qigui stepped forward, taking the cloth from Ling Jun’s hand to wipe her hair. The beauty smiled, her face radiant. “I can do it myself.”

At her words, Jian Qigui’s throat felt as dry as a parched spring, burning with a tight, stifled silence. “You’ll be of age next week. Everyone’s fussing over you.”

“As if you won’t be of age too. It’s only a few days’ difference.”

Just as Jian Qigui was about to retort, Ling Jun’s tone softened as she spoke of a gift. “Speaking of which, Master gave me something extraordinary.” Her eyes shimmered like falling petals, drawing one into their depths.

“What is it?” Jian Qigui’s hand paused mid-motion. The mere glint in Ling Jun’s eyes sent a tremor through her heart. Especially when she saw her own reflection mirrored in those eyes, as if she were Ling Jun’s entire world.

“Do you know about the Snow Silkworm?”

Ancient texts say it’s like a second life.

“Yes, I know. Are you pleased?”

“Of course I am.” Ling Jun’s eyes curved into crescents, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting Jian Qigui’s face. Her gentle, melodious voice, like a soul-stirring melody, lingered in the air.

For some reason, everything she heard, saw, and thought today felt bewitched. Jian Qigui’s nose was filled with the Snow Silkworm’s icy fragrance, her gaze fixed on those smiling, tear-glazed eyes. How could anyone resist such warmth? Unaware of propriety or caution, she instinctively dropped the cloth and leaned in slowly, pressing her lips against those incomparably beautiful vermilion lips.

Her kiss was soft, tentative, yet gradually deepened with a hint of urgency.

“Mmm? Ugh…”

Ling Jun’s eyes widened in shock, momentarily stunned.

Overwhelmed by such fervent passion, she couldn’t respond, nor could she reciprocate. She froze, allowing Jian Qigui to caress her at will.

When had this beautiful, innocent childhood friendship, this deep sisterly bond, transformed into something like this?

Ling Jun’s trembling fingertips pressed against Jian Qigui’s chest, her weak hands wanting to push her away.

But Jian Qigui was consumed by passion, impossible to resist. Whether through force or any other means, Ling Jun was no match for her.

This realization made her curse inwardly at where things had gone wrong.

The once obedient and docile child now dared to touch her lips!

Noticing Ling Jun’s distraction, Jian Qigui suppressed her initial tremors and kissed her passionately, her ears burning crimson. For a moment, they were entwined, reluctant to part, their cultivation techniques originating from the same source, destined to harmonize perfectly.

Though Ling Jun’s vermilion lips radiated warmth, their touch was unexpectedly icy, making Jian Qigui reluctant to pull away.

Jian Qigui’s hand circled Ling Jun’s slender waist, barely a handful. Ling Jun’s eyes widened, locking onto Jian Qigui’s uncontrollable gaze, which held confusion, shock, and even anger…

But consumed by passion, Jian Qigui disregarded these emotions. She guided Ling Jun to the bedside and covered her eyes with her palm.

Her bones felt half-melted—a physical reaction. Ling Jun, nearly dragged to the brink of the underworld by Jian Qigui’s passionate kiss, steeled herself and bit down hard on Jian Qigui’s lip, drawing bl00d.

Seizing the moment of pain, Ling Jun shoved Jian Qigui away.

Panting heavily, Ling Jun cursed her furiously, “You heartless wretch! I thought we were close friends who could share anything!”

Letting Ling Jun vent her anger, Jian Qigui found even her scathing words as sweet as the clear spring water flowing from the Jade Pool’s horizon. She was utterly bewitched, beyond redemption.

Fearing Jian Qigui’s clouded judgment might lead to further aggression, Ling Jun retrieved Nanke One Dream Powder from her robes and scattered it into the air.

Only when she saw Jian Qigui sound asleep did Ling Jun finally relax. Leaning against the bed, she wiped her crimson lips with the back of her hand.

They were different, independent, not the same person. Beneath their similar appearances lay distinct souls. Having spent a lifetime with Guan Qigui, loving her through seven lifetimes of trials and tribulations, how could her heart possibly accommodate another?

After a few breaths of the Ice Lotus Art, Ling Jun’s gaze darkened, her thoughts gradually clarifying.

She was merely wandering through various realms, safeguarding each territory to prevent villains from destroying worlds and causing widespread suffering.

If fate had already given birth to Yu, why create Liang? With the former already here, what place remains for the latter?

She would never become a wife again; she would remain a friend to a few, nothing more.

As this realization struck her, two streams of clear tears fell. Ling Jun curled up, hugging her knees, unable to conceal the aura of loneliness that enveloped her.

Alone in this world, enduring endless hardships, she found herself longing for Guan Qigui more intensely than ever…

Let me sever these lingering thoughts. My small heart can’t bear this burden.

Dawn broke, and they resumed their journey. As daylight flooded Pingcheng County, the once-silent village transformed into the bustling town it should be.

Walking through the sunlit streets, it was as if the quiet Pingcheng County of the previous night had been nothing more than a dream.