Transmigrating as a Crazy Villainess, She Becomes Invincible by Slacking Off - Chapter 2

Ruan Dongling arrived at Master Liyang’s Liyang Palace to find all her senior brothers and sisters gathered there.

They stood guard in unison, their faces etched with worry.

Their beloved Yun Yan’er’s Spirit Root had been damaged, leaving her life hanging by a thread.

“You little b1tch! You nearly killed Senior Sister Yan’er! How dare you show your face here?”

Seeing Ruan Dongling, Lu Xingyuan leaped from his chair, drawing his sword to block her path.

Master Liyang had seven disciples. Ruan Dongling ranked seventh, while Lu Xingyuan ranked sixth.

As one of only two female disciples, Ruan Dongling served as a foil to the female lead, Yun Yan’er.

The more her five senior brothers adored Yun Yan’er, the more they despised Ruan Dongling.

No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried to please them, it was never enough.

Lu Xingyuan was a prince of the Heavenly Dry Holy Dynasty, born into nobility.

Young, hot-tempered, and arrogant, he was the first to lose his composure, launching the initial attack on Ruan Dongling.

“I already sacrificed my Spirit Root for her. Why shouldn’t I show my face?”

“You claim to care so much about Senior Sister Yan’er? Then what have you actually done for her?”

“All you’ve ever done is make things difficult for me and bully me! What else are you capable of, you useless wretch?!”

Ruan Dongling stood pale and unsteady, looking as if she might collapse at any moment.

Lu Xingyuan froze, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at her.

Has Ruan Dongling gone mad?

How dare she speak to him like that?

This cowardly, foolish Ruan Dongling—how dare she?

Doesn’t she fear his anger? Doesn’t she worry he’ll badmouth her to Eldest Senior Brother and turn him against her?

Enraged and humiliated, Lu Xingyuan thrust his sword forward, the tip pressing against Ruan Dongling’s skin.

“Senior Sister Yan’er damaged her Spirit Root saving you! It’s only right that you repay her with yours!”

“Saving me? Hah…” Ruan Dongling scoffed, turning to Zhou Huaiwen, the Second Senior Brother, who stood nearby.

“Second Senior Brother, did Yun Yan’er really damage her Spirit Root saving me?”

Zhou Huaiwen’s gaze flickered for a moment, but he quickly met Ruan Dongling’s eyes, his tone stern.

“Xiao Qi, stop making a scene! Junior Sister Yan’er was struck in the Dantian by a Demonic Cultivator while saving you, which damaged her Spirit Root…”

“Instead of repenting, you dare come here and shout like this?”

“You’ve truly disappointed me!”

Zhou Huaiwen shook his head after speaking, his expression conveying utter disdain for Ruan Dongling.

Ruan Dongling stared at Zhou Huaiwen for a long moment before suddenly laughing.

“Second Senior Brother, I advise you to give up!”

“You may be a Pill Cultivator, but you’re so poor I had to give you a Pill Furnace. How could Yun Yan’er ever be interested in you?”

Zhou Huaiwen specialized in Pill Dao, his medical skills were exceptional, and he had even performed Yun Yan’er’s Spirit Root transplant.

He knew the true cause of Yun Yan’er’s Spirit Root damage better than anyone, yet he continued to lie through his teeth to protect her.

Ruan Dongling had gone to great lengths to please her Senior Brothers, all for Qi Sichen’s sake, hoping they would speak well of her to him.

Yet everyone took her sacrifices for granted.

Behind her back, they called her a fool and a waste, but when she offered them cultivation resources, they accepted them without a shred of guilt.

They had perfected the art of having their cake and eating it too!

Ruan Dongling had once gifted Zhou Huaiwen a top-grade Profound Grade Pill Furnace—a Magic Artifact that he, a Pill Cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, could never afford, even if he sold everything he owned.

Magic Artifacts were ranked from low to high: Yellow Grade, Profound Grade, Earth Grade, Heaven Grade, Sage Grade, Dao Grade…

Each higher grade increased the value by dozens of times!

Pill Furnaces used by Pill Cultivators were even more valuable, their worth multiplying by a hundredfold!

Yet now, Zhou Huaiwen refused to speak a single word of truth in her defense.

Hearing Ruan Dongling’s words, Zhou Huaiwen’s expression twisted violently.

His face flushed crimson, and he roared, “Ruan Dongling! What nonsense are you spouting?”

“Nonsense? When have I ever spoken nonsense?”

“Didn’t I give you that Pill Furnace?”

“A top-grade Profound Grade Pill Furnace—you? Could you even afford something like that?”

Ruan Dongling tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Zhou Huaiwen, her expression mocking.

Zhou Huaiwen had been crestfallen when his Yellow Grade High-Tier Pill Furnace broke. Ruan Dongling, seeing his distress, spent a fortune to buy this very furnace as a gift for him.

Looking at it now, it would have been better to use it as a dog bowl than to give it to him!

Zhou Huaiwen, burning with shame and anger, retrieved the Pill Furnace from his Storage Pouch, intending to throw it to the ground. Yet, he hesitated, reluctant to part with it.

After all, a high-tier Pill Furnace could significantly increase the success rate of alchemy.

Seeing his hesitation, Ruan Dongling immediately taunted, “What’s wrong? Can’t bear to part with it?”

“Well, you are quite poor, after all. You don’t have many valuable possessions. It’s understandable that you’d be so attached to such a trivial thing…”

With a clang, Zhou Huaiwen could no longer restrain himself. He hurled the Pill Furnace to the ground.

“Fine! Fine! Fine! Ruan Dongling! You’ll regret this!”

“From this day forward, I, Zhou Huaiwen, will never acknowledge you as my Junior Sister!”

Ruan Dongling scanned the five faces, each wearing a different expression, and chuckled as she casually brushed aside Lu Xingyuan’s sword.

She stepped forward, picked up the Pill Furnace, and stowed it back in her Storage Pouch. Hearing his words, she nearly burst out laughing.

Who even wants to be your Junior Sister?

Then, with an air of nonchalance, she sauntered to the side and collapsed bonelessly into a chair.

Picking up the teacup from the table, she tilted her head and asked, “I’ll have a cup of tea. You don’t mind, do you?”

No one answered. The five of them glared at her with eyes burning with anger, disgust, or cold indifference.

Ruan Dongling slurped loudly as she drank her tea, then smacked her lips.

Not bad, this Spirit Tea from the Cultivation World is actually quite delicious!

“Crude and vulgar!” Qi Sichen suddenly remarked, his indifferent gaze flicking toward Ruan Dongling.

Lu Xingyuan immediately grinned with schadenfreude, eager to see Ruan Dongling’s face crumble in shame and tears.

Every word, every action, every gesture from Qi Sichen made Ruan Dongling tense with fear.

Her infatuation with Qi Sichen was an open secret throughout the Dustless Sect. Everyone knew she loved him to the bone, humbling herself to the dust for his sake.

And everyone looked down on her for it.

With a tea leaf still in her mouth, Ruan Dongling spat it out in Qi Sichen’s direction with a pfft.

The leaf, mixed with saliva, landed just in front of her chair, nearly hitting Lu Xingyuan, who was sitting closest to her.

Wiping her mouth, Ruan Dongling glared sideways at Qi Sichen.

“If you call me crude and vulgar, then I’ll make sure to live up to the label. Otherwise, I’d be letting your judgment of me go to waste.”

The faces of the group paled as they realized something was different about Ruan Dongling.

Normally, she was the epitome of obedience around her senior brothers, never daring to defy their slightest command. She wouldn’t even raise her voice. Her every move was more refined than that of a noble lady, as if terrified of leaving a bad impression. But now, what had become of her?

Lu Xingyuan leaped back to dodge the tea Ruan Dongling spat out, his face flushing crimson and then paling. “B1tch! You’re asking for death!”

“You’re a prince of the Heavenly Dry Holy Dynasty, aren’t you?” Ruan Dongling asked, her voice nonchalant. “Tell me, if your Imperial Consort were banished to the Cold Palace…”

“Would you still have the audacity to act so arrogant and domineering?”

Ruan Dongling paid no attention to Lu Xingyuan’s drawn sword. Lowering her head, she idly stirred the tea leaves in her bowl with the lid, casually uttering those words.

Horror flashed in Lu Xingyuan’s eyes, and his sword hand trembled slightly. How could this fool know such a closely guarded secret?

“Y-you’re talking nonsense!” Lu Xingyuan stammered, his youthful composure crumbling, his voice shaking.

“Get lost, you good-for-nothing!” Ruan Dongling sneered, glaring at Lu Xingyuan.