A Demon Realm Seductress Has Taken Down the Light of the Righteous Path (Futa High H) - Chapter 2

The instant she jumped, a thick, ferocious wave of demonic qi rushed straight at her face.

Demonic qi roiled, thick fog billowed — but Lan Yunyun couldn’t register any of it, because she was the classic “looks strong but actually fight-five trash” type. The terrifying sensation of free-falling combined with the eerie, sinister atmosphere was too much; she passed out immediately after jumping.

It was truly a case of life and death being up to fate, wealth and honor in heaven’s hands.

Fortunately, this body was already at Foundation Establishment stage, and it had a spiritual treasure protecting it. While unconscious, her spirit root automatically circulated and absorbed spiritual energy, replenishing her body until she woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with jet-black hair like dark clouds and a cool, aloof fragrance reminiscent of green pine.

Then she moved her hands — oh hey, soft, fragrant… wait, this wouldn’t happen to be the female lead, right?!

Lan Yunyun mentally gave herself a thumbs-up: Sure enough, I landed right on top of the female lead! Hehehe, finally managed to cling to this little life of mine!

She had fallen squarely onto the lower half of the female lead’s body and hadn’t suffered any injuries herself. She wasn’t too worried about the female lead either — even though the female lead had been drugged and her cultivation sealed, her physical body was still that of the youngest Golden Core Great Perfection cultivator in the mortal realm. A little weight like this shouldn’t be anything to her, right?

Shouldn’t be…

Right?

Lan Yunyun looked down at the woman lying flat beneath her like a corpse and guiltily asked herself again.

She quickly stood up and moved to the side, staring for a good while longer. Seeing the female lead still lying motionless on the ground, Lan Yunyun’s heart immediately sank with a thud.

As someone who had read the original novel, Lan Yunyun knew that if this heavenly dragon-tier female lead actually died here, things would blow up massively. Once she revived with her true body, she could come riding in on seven-colored auspicious clouds and chop Lan Yunyun into pieces. At that point, not to mention karmic flames — the other side could probably invent a hundred new ways to scatter her soul.

Please no, big sis!

Lan Yunyun no longer cared about how disheveled she looked after falling off the cliff. She hurriedly pounced over, then flipped the female lead around like a piece of wind-dried salted fish she was hugging.

What met her eyes was an extremely cold, aloof, and strikingly beautiful face: hair like black clouds, sword-like brows reaching into her temples, a high and straight nose bridge, yet pale thin lips, eyes tightly shut. Long crow-feather lashes trembled slightly in the wind, but overall she looked utterly lifeless and devoid of any will to live.

Devoid of will to live or not, it didn’t stop face-connoisseur Lan Yunyun from marveling in admiration.

But then she noticed — on that cold-jade-like face, beneath the tightly closed eyes, were streaks of scarlet blood flowing from wounds.

Lan Yunyun instantly felt even more guilty. Although she hadn’t been the one to make the female lead this miserable, it was indeed the original body who had done this to her.

Lan Yunyun silently shed tears: If only she had transmigrated even one minute earlier!

Looking further down, beneath the slender neck, the wide Daoist robe had been shredded beyond recognition by sharp demonic tree branches. And the legs — even worse! Both legs looked as though they had been brutally crushed by something heavy; they were deformed, blood pouring out like pillars.

…It’s over!

…Over, over, over!

Seeing those legs, Lan Yunyun’s vision went black.

There was no such thing as broken legs in the original plot! With her legs broken, cultivation sealed, and eyes blinded — how was the female lead supposed to survive?!

Shòu Yún, you really did every bad thing imaginable!

Lan Yunyun inwardly cursed her original body viciously!

No time to waste. She scooped the female lead up horizontally into her arms, placed her fingers under the other’s nose to check — finally feeling a faint, increasingly weak breath.

She absolutely could not be allowed to die!

This was a woman who, once dead, could come back riding seven-colored clouds and torture/kill her in ten thousand different ways!

Lan Yunyun hugged the female lead tightly!

Who gets it, fam!

No one wanted the female lead to live more desperately than this vicious female side character right now!

Lan Yunyun discovered that during the time she had been unconscious, the original body’s memories had actually fused with her own soul. After searching through them for a way to save her, she didn’t hesitate — she pried open the female lead’s mouth and hurriedly pressed her lips against hers.

Spiritual power to sustain the body, preserving that last thread of life.

Terrified that the female lead would die, Lan Yunyun held her tightly, foreheads pressed together. She paid no mind to the cruel, ugly bloodstains covering the other’s face. But as she kept kissing, Lan Yunyun suddenly realized… the female lead was kind of being a little pervert?

?

Woman, aren’t you supposed to be unconscious?

What’s that tongue trying to do?

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Endless pain. Endless torment.

Li Huaijin drifted in a haze, feeling her life slipping away. She hated — hated that seemingly innocent and adorable little junior sister who harbored such malicious intent.

She hated herself for carelessly drinking the bowl of medicine she handed over, hated herself for being coaxed and deceived into following her here, only to be pushed off the cliff.

Without spiritual power to protect her, she was no different from a mortal. The astral winds lashed every inch of her skin; sharp branches at the cliff edge carved deep scars across her body and face. The filthy demonic qi tore at her spirit root like it had spotted a feast, inflicting unbearable agony. After crashing to the ground, she discovered she could no longer see.

She lay at the bottom of the cliff, surrounded by the greedy, salivating gazes of evil spirits — gazes she could still feel even while blind.

She wanted to just die like this.

Then, less than five minutes later, the person she hated most descended from the sky and smashed her still-intact legs to pieces.

Li Huaijin: …

Less than another five minutes after that, the person she hated gathered her into her arms, hurriedly flipped her over, and finally — those warm-jade-like hands, anxious and reckless, pried apart her lips that had already almost lost all sensation, and kissed her deeply.

Li Huaijin: ?!

Streams of warm, comforting spiritual power flowed into her body through their entwined lips, driving out the demonic qi and mending her wounds.

Disgusting.

Absurd.

Li Huaijin was too gravely injured to move.

She lay there coldly, emotionlessly, indifferently. Yet the other pressed so close, and that scent enveloping her body clung to her relentlessly, heedless of life or death.

Such a wanton, unpleasant body fragrance!

Yes — she was also base and depraved.

Li Huaijin loathed the person before her with the deepest malice.

And then — unconsciously, her throat bobbed slightly.

She responded.