A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 25

At the boundary between the Ghost Street and the human world, a few figures stood waiting.

They were all draped in black cloaks with black hoods covering their heads, swords in hand, and a brown horse-drawn carriage parked behind them. If you looked closely, you would notice fox-like ears protruding slightly from beneath their hoods.

These were the people Lin Ruoxue had arranged to receive An He. Foxes can communicate through spiritual power, and Lin Ruoxue had contacted them the moment she sensed danger. These foxes, ever loyal to her commands, had been waiting here since early morning.

After keeping watch for about six to eight hours, they finally saw a horse gallop out from the black vortex. A girl was tied to the horse, her body pressed flat against its back in a bizarre posture.

“It’s Miss Ren!” One of the foxes recognized An He immediately. He leaped forward, grabbed the reins, and pulled with great force, bringing the horse under control in an instant.

“Who are you?!” An He was still pinned to the horse’s back, her face smeared with tears and her voice hoarse.

“We are here to take you back,” the fox replied with a respectful nod.

“I’m not going back,” An He shook her head, tears flowing silently. “Lin Ruoxue is still in there… there’s a bad person inside…”

She sounded utterly frail as she spoke, as if a layer of her skin had been stripped away. The foxes didn’t respond to her plea; they carefully lifted her off the horse and placed her inside the carriage.

An He lay in the carriage, unable to move a muscle, though her sight and hearing remained sharp. As the carriage sped away, the wind lifted the window curtain, and the surrounding scenery flooded into her eyes. She saw the bamboo forest she had passed through when she first arrived, the rugged dirt paths, and the swirling, chaotic mist.

“What should I do?” she asked the System, her voice thick with unwilling despair. “I can’t leave. I shouldn’t have left…”

“This isn’t something we can decide,” the System said, forgoing its usual mockery for an unusually serious tone. “Don’t take it to heart. What you are experiencing now is simply one of the main plotlines.”

“But what if… what if something happens to Lin Ruoxue?” An He whispered.

System: “It’s fine. She knows how to refine pills, doesn’t she? She can recover slowly later—”

“What if she dies?” An He interrupted before the System could finish.

This time, the System didn’t answer. It fell into a long silence.

Lin Ruoxue sat on the bed in silence, her beautiful eyes focused intently on the space before her. She had been sitting like this for a long time, with no intention of sleeping.

Lin Yueyue had visited earlier to report that she had safely sent An He out. Not long after, the foxes sent to receive An He transmitted a message saying they were already heading back with Miss Ren.

Lin Ruoxue processed these pieces of information bit by bit, digesting them repeatedly until she finally forced her heart to settle.

In truth, there was one thing she had never told An He. The injuries she sustained in the past were very severe. Although An He had rescued her and she had recovered reasonably well, her current power still couldn’t compare to her peak state. However, against that piece of scum, her current abilities should be enough.

Lin Ruoxue sighed, finally preparing to stand up and brew a pot of tea. But before she could reach the table, a massive sound erupted outside the window.

She froze and turned her head quickly, just in time to see a firework burst in the sky. The light was brilliant and breathtakingly beautiful, but Lin Ruoxue knew exactly what that flash of prosperity signified.

She didn’t hesitate. She snatched her sword from the bedside, stepped onto the wind, and charged out the door.

The firework had exploded in the west. Lin Ruoxue took the shortest route, arriving there in a flash. But it was clearly too late. A ghost lay flat on the ground, covered in blood and motionless.

Lin Ruoxue frowned slightly at the sight and unsheathed the sword at her waist. She saw a man crouching beside the ghost, holding a spent firework shell, a mocking smile on his lips. He seemed to be waiting for her, his posture leisurely.

Although it was dark and only a dim moonlight surrounded them, Lin Ruoxue recognized him instantly: it was the man who had sought An He for a fortune reading.

“Zhou Tage, I presume?” She pursed her lips and gripped her sword, gradually closing in on him.

“Oh?” The man smiled as he heard her call his name, his eyes full of undisguisable ferocity and violence. “For a fox with a thousand years of cultivation to recognize me… that truly is an honor.”

He laughed as he stood up, walking toward Lin Ruoxue.

Lin Ruoxue stopped and took a brief moment to size him up. The man was walking toward her empty-handed; he didn’t have a single weapon on him, only his muscular physique exposed.

However, Lin Ruoxue didn’t relax; instead, she became even more cautious. From the beginning, she felt something was wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. It wasn’t until the man was almost in front of her that she realized the discrepancy.

The ghost lying on the ground had been killed by a sword wound.

Yet this man before her carried no sword!

Crap…

The thought flashed through her mind. With the fastest speed of her life, she performed a hand seal and launched a powerful attack at the man. Then, she spun around instantly and attacked the space behind her.

Just as she suspected, in the previously empty alley, dozens of people suddenly appeared. They were all dressed as cultivators, most notably in white robes so bright they seemed to glow. They looked like they should be the embodiments of righteousness, but in Lin Ruoxue’s eyes, they were nothing but a pack of bone-stripping ghouls.

“You thought I was alone, didn’t you?” Zhou Tage’s voice rang out from behind her. He had likely been hit by her initial strike, as his voice now carried a hint of hoarseness. “But you were all deceived by me.”

“I was never alone from the start.” He wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth, still smiling as he approached her. “We have been waiting for the Gates of Hell to open for a long time, just to slay ghosts to increase our cultivation. We never expected such an accidental harvest.”

“The cultivation gained from slaying a thousand-year-old fox demon… is worth far more than killing every single ghost on this street.”