Transmigrating as a Crazy Villainess, She Becomes Invincible by Slacking Off - Chapter 8

Ruan Dongling leaned closer to Zhao Zeyan and whispered, “The person you’re looking for isn’t me, and certainly not Yun Yan’er…”

With that, she brushed past him and strode out of Liyang Palace.

“You wicked disciple!”

A soul-shattering spiritual voice reverberated through Ruan Dongling’s mind!

Her face paled instantly. The oppressive aura of a Transformation Stage powerhouse directly assaulted her soul, injuring her internal organs.

Ruan Dongling staggered, coughing up a mouthful of bl00d.

Zhao Zeyan’s expression twisted in alarm. His body transformed into a living blade, radiating a razor-sharp sword aura as he surged out of Liyang Palace.

Drawing his sword, he positioned himself before Ruan Dongling, forcefully blocking the overwhelming pressure.

This was the second time he had shielded her.

Ruan Dongling lay sprawled on the ground, barely able to twitch a finger.

“Master! Show mercy!” Zhao Zeyan stood tall and unwavering, his sword held high, his sword intent soaring.

Yet his feet had already sunk an inch into the ground—a testament to the terrifying power of a Transformation Stage expert.

As the oppressive aura dissipated, Ruan Dongling felt the crushing weight lift from her body.

She took a deep, steadying breath and slowly pushed herself to her feet.

Squinting at the approaching figure in the distance, she narrowed her eyes.

Having joined the sect nearly two years ago, she had only glimpsed her so-called Master from afar during the grand sect ceremony. This was her first chance to see what her nominal teacher actually looked like up close.

The newcomer wore a wide-sleeved white robe, its hems fluttering gently as she moved. Her long hair flowed like a cloud, and an invisible aura of arrogance radiated from her every step.

Though her pace wasn’t swift, she closed the distance to the pair in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Zeyan lowered his sword and knelt. “Master!”

Immortal Monarch Liyang cast only a fleeting glance at Zhao Zeyan before fixing her piercing gaze on Ruan Dongling.

Noticing Ruan Dongling’s refusal to kneel, her expression hardened. “You wicked disciple! Kneel at once!”

Ruan Dongling rubbed her fingers together, then obediently knelt.

A wise person knows when to yield.

She lowered her head respectfully. “Master.”

“Wicked disciple! Do you acknowledge your crimes?” Immortal Monarch Liyang asked coldly.

Ruan Dongling glanced up at her master before lowering her head again, replying in a mocking tone, “This disciple acknowledges~ her~ crimes~”

“Hmph! You possess unparalleled talent, yet you squander your days neglecting cultivation…”

“If your strength hadn’t failed you, your Senior Sister wouldn’t have been injured by the Demonic Cultivator!”

“We cultivators must believe in karmic retribution and the natural order. Since Yan’er sacrificed her Spirit Root for you, it is only right that you repay her with your own. You must harbor no resentment…”

Ruan Dongling scoffed inwardly. She wasn’t the original owner of this body; she knew the truth about Old Woman Liyang all too well.

The old woman had been traveling abroad, perhaps to some distant immortal realm.

Upon learning of Yun Yan’er’s injury, she rushed back immediately.

With her cultivation level, a single glance at Ruan Dongling’s body would reveal that she was completely unharmed, her strength even slightly enhanced.

Yet the old woman cared only for Yun Yan’er, not even deigning to look at Ruan Dongling.

How could she have known about the Spirit Root extraction the moment she returned?

It was because the entire scheme had been orchestrated by the old woman herself.

As for why she treated Yun Yan’er so well and Ruan Dongling so cruelly…

Hmph!

“Our Dustless Sect is one of the three great sects of the Cultivation World, boasting countless talented disciples. Even our menial servants… are not entirely useless trash.”

Here it comes—the old woman was about to expel her from the sect!

“Having lost your Spirit Root, you are no longer qualified for cultivation. You may… leave the mountain now.”

At that moment, several other senior brothers emerged from Liyang Palace.

They bowed in unison to Immortal Monarch Liyang, “Greetings, Master!”

Liyang gestured for them to rise and asked Zhou Huaiwen, “How is Xiao Wu’s condition?”

“Reporting to Master, she is now out of danger!”

The old woman nodded and strode into Liyang Palace to check on Yun Yan’er.

The men watched Ruan Dongling with undisguised schadenfreude.

“You wretched woman! Get out of here now!” Lu Xingyuan stepped forward, his voice dripping with venom as he cursed at Ruan Dongling.

Ever since Ruan Dongling had torn away his hypocritical mask, Zhong Zimuo had become a completely different person, his malice now boundless.

“Since you’re no longer a disciple of the Dustless Sect, the sect rules won’t bind me if I strike you down with a single palm…”

Lu Xingyuan and Zhou Huaiwen exchanged excited glances.

That’s right! This little b1tch has been such a thorn in our side. Now that Master has expelled her from the sect, we can finally kill her!

Just as they were thinking this, Ruan Dongling burst into loud, wailing sobs.

“Master, save me! Senior Brother is trying to kill me!” Ruan Dongling cried and wailed, throwing herself around like a common street woman in a tantrum as she scrambled toward Liyang Palace.

But before she could reach the palace, the magnificent gates slammed shut with a resounding bang, trapping her outside.

Ruan Dongling stared at the closed gates, her eyes twitching uncontrollably.

She smoothed her sleeves, then turned to face the three Senior Brothers who had drawn their swords against her.

Zhao Zeyan remained silent, but his sword slid from its sheath.

“If you dare harm her, I will kill you all!” Zhao Zeyan’s voice rang out, cold as ice and sharp as steel.

“Insolence! This wicked disciple shows disrespect to her fellow sect members and deserves punishment!”

“Go to your cave and reflect on your actions! You are forbidden from leaving for three months!”

Old Woman Liyang’s voice boomed again.

A sudden gale of spiritual energy erupted from the ground, instantly sweeping Zhao Zeyan into the air and vanishing him without a trace.

So, this old woman clearly wants me dead, doesn’t she?

The original owner of this body hadn’t angered her Senior Brothers, so when she was expelled, she hadn’t faced such a life-threatening crisis.

But Ruan Dongling was different. She had thoroughly offended these heartless, two-faced wolves.

When they tried to kill her, she begged the old woman for help, only to be turned away.

When Zhao Zeyan tried to protect her, merely threatening the others, the old woman immediately banished him.

No matter which way I turn, I’m doomed.

“You really want to kill me? Don’t regret it later!” Ruan Dongling straightened her posture, her face betraying no fear whatsoever.

“Empty threats!” Lu Xingyuan roared, drawing his sword and charging toward her.

Ruan Dongling didn’t flinch, standing motionless.

As a golden barrier enveloped her, a sudden chill ran through her heart, followed by a suffocating pressure in her chest.

These were the original owner’s lingering emotions.

The appearance of the protective barrier proved Lu Xingyuan truly intended to kill her.

“You heartless bastards! What did I ever do to deserve this?!”

Ding! Host has successfully embraced the slacker lifestyle and received a Level 2 Vajra Talisman!

Huh? I got a reward for this?

Well, facing Lu Xingyuan’s incoming sword without even flinching—what else could that be but embracing the slacker lifestyle?

Embracing it so hard she’s willing to throw her life away!

Having received the reward, Ruan Dongling immediately activated the Vajra Talisman to protect herself.

The Vajra Talisman was a treasure!

It offered both physical protection and enhanced strength.

A Level 2 Vajra Talisman could withstand a full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Lu Xingyuan, this pre-Foundation Establishment weakling, couldn’t break through it even if he exhausted himself to death!

Ruan Dongling’s temperament couldn’t tolerate such indignity.

No longer hiding her strength, she drew Crimson Cloud and thrust it straight toward Lu Xingyuan’s abdomen.

System: Hey, what happened to embracing the slacker lifestyle? Are you just trying to fleece me?

Lu Xingyuan never expected Ruan Dongling, having lost her Spirit Root, to still be capable of retaliating!

As Ruan Dongling struck, Zhou Huaiwen was the first to notice the anomaly.

“Something’s wrong! Her body isn’t injured! She… you… you demonic woman!”