A Demon Realm Seductress Has Taken Down the Light of the Righteous Path (Futa High H) - Chapter 4

No one was more unlucky than Lan Yunyun. After all, the person she had offended was a woman who, while alive, was already blessed with heaven-defying talent, and after death would become even more formidable — the kind who could step on seven-colored auspicious clouds to come chop her down.

Ever since transmigrating, she’d been nothing but busy atoning for the original body’s sins.

Think about it: back in the modern world, she was a lively, cheerful little girl! A pampered, sweet little sister who got doted on all the time!

Last night had truly been torture.

Right before passing out, Lan Yunyun felt both pain and a strange sense of pride.

Bet you didn’t expect that, huh? Your big sis held on and made it through!

It was just that she’d completely exhausted her spiritual power. When she woke up, those feet of hers were probably beyond saving.

She didn’t know how much time had passed. When she groggily came to, Lan Yunyun nearly scared herself to death.

“Y-y-you!” Lan Yunyun stared at the female lead leaning against the cold stone. Her whole body shuddered, her butt hit the ground with a loud plop, and she fell straight backward, sprawling flat on her back facing the sky.

It was as comical as it could get.

But the female lead just sat there quietly.

Completely unmoved.

She didn’t open her eyes. The bloodstains on her face had scabbed over. Her powerless legs were folded beneath her.

Yet somehow, wherever she was, she gave off an aura of flawless holiness, innate nobility, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

Her black hair had been simply tied up, spreading neatly like clouds behind her head. Sword-like brows reached into her temples, pale thin lips, a face of cold jade — pure and austere.

Just considering the original body’s “achievements” — drugging her, pushing her off the cliff, smashing her legs — Lan Yunyun felt that the fact the other woman hadn’t strangled her the moment she woke up already made her a great saint.

But thinking deeper: how could such a naturally sacred physique, one blessed with boundless merit and virtue, possibly take advantage of someone’s weakness to kill a vicious cannon-fodder like her?

With that thought, Lan Yunyun felt even more fortunate — and even more ashamed.

Shou Yun! You really aren’t human!

What kind of sin did you commit!!!

Lan Yunyun sensed that the other party had no intention of acknowledging her. She could only flash a bright, awkward grin a few times.

Trying to ease the embarrassment.

But the female lead clearly wasn’t taking the bait. She stared straight ahead indifferently.

As if, in this entire world, only she existed.

Lan Yunyun scratched her head foolishly. In that moment, she once again fiercely cursed the original body!

Shou Yun! Such a beautiful woman, and you could actually bring yourself to do it!

While inwardly scorning, Lan Yunyun suddenly noticed that her own small feet had completely recovered, looking brand new.

?

Did that bone-chilling cold stream from the original story also have healing properties?

Lan Yunyun stared suspiciously at her own bare, fair, and dainty little feet exposed to the air.

For some reason, she vaguely caught a whiff of her own body fragrance coming from the female lead — especially from her hands.

Wait… could it be that the female lead was the one who healed her?!

The moment that possibility occurred to her, Lan Yunyun felt awful all over.

Moved, and overwhelmed with guilt.

That’s right. Even though the female lead’s cultivation had been sealed by that drug, she possessed the Sacred Physique favored by the Heavenly Dao, one overflowing with destiny and fortune. She could automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth without even circulating it — she herself was practically a spiritual vein spring. Once she woke up and her body was brimming with spiritual power again, it was entirely possible she had used it to heal Lan Yunyun’s wounds.

Lan Yunyun resolved to try saving her own vicious-female-side-character-tool-person identity.

First step: wash white (clear her name / redeem herself).

After all, she couldn’t afford to offend a single member of the protagonist group — especially not the female lead. The loyal-dog male second and simp male third were both her loyal hounds, after all.

Lan Yunyun softened her voice into something sweet and mushy, mumbling as she scooted closer to the female lead while secretly observing her expression:

“Senior Sister… I-I really didn’t mean it before!”

The female lead showed no reaction. Like an ancient monk in deep meditation.

As long as I’m not embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to someone else.

Lan Yunyun kept encouraging herself by recalling her own tragic fate in the original story: “Come on, Lan Yunyun! If you don’t explain, you die! This is a woman who can step on seven-colored clouds to come chop you down!”

With that kind of motivation, Lan Yunyun grew brave. She perked up.

She stared earnestly at the female lead’s face and began spinning lies on the spot:

“Senior Sister, all those evil things I did before… I was forced by the Demon Race! It wasn’t my true intention! If Senior Sister doesn’t believe me, you can check the parasitic demon seed lodged in my three souls!”

That was the original body’s contingency plan.

After all, being a spy meant walking by the river — sooner or later your shoes get wet. The original Shou Yun was herself a Demon Race enchantress, one of the slightly more famous Demon Lords among a hundred.

She had used her own flesh and blood to craft this new body and implanted the demon seed as insurance: if the body was destroyed, the seed would preserve her soul and allow her to return.

To righteous cultivators, having a demon seed planted meant that even if your soul perished, it would still fall under the control of the one who planted it.

But what if the planter was the demon herself?

The original body had calculated perfectly — she couldn’t lose.

Unfortunately, she had offended the female lead and run into the male second lead who wielded phoenix karmic flames.

Flames capable of burning away everything in the world reduced both her soul and the demon seed to ashes together.

The female lead remained unmoved.

Lan Yunyun, brave little cow unafraid of hardship, shamelessly scooted even closer. She voluntarily opened her spiritual platform, baring her three souls and seven spirits for the female lead to inspect.

Knowing the other was blind, Lan Yunyun channeled her spiritual power to guide the female lead’s divine sense directly into her own spiritual platform.

This was an extremely dangerous move.

If the female lead harbored even the slightest malicious intent, with the spiritual platform being so fragile, a mere flex of divine sense could shatter Lan Yunyun’s three souls, leaving her an idiot for the rest of her life.

The spiritual platform was a cultivator’s most precious lifeline.

Lan Yunyun felt the female lead’s guided divine sense tremble slightly.

She was gambling.

She felt the divine sense sweep over every inch of her spiritual platform.

Cold sweat poured down her back.

Fortunately — though that instant felt like ten thousand years — the female lead’s divine sense finally withdrew from her spiritual platform.

After a long silence, a voice as clear and cold as jade beads falling onto a plate rang out:

“Since you were implanted with a demon seed and went so far for the Demon Race… why did you come down to save me?”