A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 29.1

When An He lunged forward, the very atmosphere between heaven and earth shifted abruptly. A violent gale rose, and the shadows of the trees swayed chaotically.

Zhou Tage felt as though he had instantly plummeted into a massive abyss. Stunned, he struggled to escape, only to find that he couldn’t move a muscle. It felt as if numerous hands within that abyss were tightly binding his body; whenever he was about to crawl out, they would suddenly reach up, grab his legs, and drag him back down.

He was like a small insect fallen into a spider’s web—no matter how he struggled, it was futile. He could only watch helplessly as danger approached. And that danger, naturally, was An He.

“What’s wrong?” An He asked him softly, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly that her nails nearly sank into his flesh. “Why have you stopped? Come and kill me.”

“You demon!” Despite being in peril, Zhou Tage still wore a frantic smile, as if he were the one in control and not An He. “I will break free soon. I must eliminate you. Slaying demons and devils is my mission. I must…”

“You are truly disgusting.” Before he could finish, An He’s hands suddenly pressed down with force.

Zhou Tage was pinned so hard he had no strength left to struggle. His posture gradually shifted from standing to kneeling, with only his head still stubbornly lifted. His mouth seemed to be moving incessantly, saying something; An He leaned in to listen, but it was nothing more than pointless talk of slaughter.

She shook her head and turned Zhou Tage around so that his body faced Lin Ruoxue, who was not far away.

“Look!” An He waved at Lin Ruoxue, her eyes reflecting a strange light. “I’ve brought him here to atone to you!”

Lin Ruoxue froze for a moment. Before she could speak, she saw An He gently raise her hand. Soon, something shaped like a blade began to condense at her fingertips. An He looked at the object and smiled, then placed it lightly against Zhou Tage’s neck.

She was going to kill him!

Witnessing this scene, Lin Ruoxue’s heart skipped a beat. Ignoring her wounds, she struggled to her feet and ran toward An He with all her might. She couldn’t let Xixi do it; she couldn’t let her hands be stained with blood, she couldn’t…

Unfortunately, Lin Ruoxue was one step too late. Blood had already gushed from Zhou Tage’s neck, spraying onto the ground and dyeing the barren earth a stinging, bright crimson. An He had controlled her strength, not killing Zhou Tage instantly, leaving him with a final, lingering breath.

“I… I will kill…” Zhou Tage was still struggling, his head tilted back high, his eyes bulging. He reached out forcefully to grab the hem of An He’s clothes, blood continuously erupting outward. He looked pathetic.

“Who will you kill?” Seeing his stubbornness, An He crouched down slightly to look into his eyes, her gaze full of mockery. “Who else can you kill?”

“As of now, your reputation is gone, your chance to increase your cultivation is gone, and your delusions of reaching the pinnacle will never be realized.” An He spoke softly; her emotionless tone was sharper than any blade in the world. “Even your life is gone.”

“Life… life…” Hearing this, Zhou Tage froze, his trembling hands moving up to touch his own neck. Everywhere he touched was a bloody mess.

Realizing this, Zhou Tage finally stopped smiling. He lowered his eyes to the ground and remained motionless for a long time. An He sighed. Just as she was about to move forward, Lin Ruoxue came rushing toward her and pulled her into a tight embrace.

An He instinctively hugged her back, clearly feeling the other woman’s body trembling slightly.

“It’s my fault for hurting you…” Lin Ruoxue whispered into An He’s ear, tears flowing silently and wetting An He’s collar. “You shouldn’t have become a demon. It’s all my fault.”

“It has nothing to do with you.” Being held so suddenly by Lin Ruoxue, An He’s mind cleared significantly, and the murderous intent in her eyes gradually faded.

“It’s just destiny.” She paused, whispering the words. There was a hint of helplessness, yet also a sense of relief.

Zhou Tage died quietly. From the moment An He finished speaking, he seemed as though his soul had been sucked out, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell. By the time Lin Ruoxue looked again, he was still kneeling on the spot, but his breath was gone.

“Let him keep kneeling there,” An He said. “Facing heaven and earth, let him atone to every single innocent soul he killed.”

“Mhm.” Lin Ruoxue nodded. She stopped looking at him and walked to An He, gently taking her hand.

It was only then that An He realized even Lin Ruoxue’s palms were covered in wounds. The gashes were deep, some even exposing the bone. Realizing this, An He didn’t dare move; she just let her hand rest lightly against Lin Ruoxue’s, terrified of hurting her.

But Lin Ruoxue seemed unable to feel the pain. Instead, she interlocked her fingers with An He’s, a joyful smile on her face. Her fox ears popped out, and her large tail swayed energetically behind her. She smiled and brought An He’s hand to her lips, kissing her knuckles one by one with a look of pure devotion.

“After you sent me away, what… what exactly did you go through?” An He was tickled by the kisses and tried to redirect her attention.

Lin Ruoxue froze at the question and remained silent for a long time. Just when An He thought she wouldn’t answer, Lin Ruoxue spoke in a very gentle voice.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“If you’re fine, why do you have so many wounds?” An He was stung by that smile, her heart aching for no reason. This person was nothing like she claimed; An He could guess how much suffering and torture she must have endured to end up like this.

“The wounds don’t matter,” Lin Ruoxue shook her head. “They don’t hurt at all.”

“Sigh.” Seeing she didn’t want to talk about it, An He could only let out a soft sigh. She didn’t force her, and they continued to walk forward slowly, hand in hand.

The wind blew, and the leaves rustled. In the midst of the sound, An He thought she heard Lin Ruoxue say something. Or perhaps she said nothing at all; only the smile and their joined hands were real.

“I don’t hurt. Really, it doesn’t hurt.”

Lin Ruoxue said.

“I was just… afraid of losing you.”

Before leaving the cliff, Lin Ruoxue contacted her fox subordinates to come and take them back. The foxes complied, arriving fully armed and driving a carriage with great joy to fetch their boss. It was the same carriage Zhou Tage had damaged earlier; they had somehow repaired it and painted it a vibrant red, making it look like a wedding sedan.

“Why is it so red?” An He couldn’t help but whisper in surprise upon seeing it.

“Red is good! It looks festive!” the foxes said as they invited the two inside. They then began driving toward home. “The Boss and Miss Ren are both safe. This is such a wonderful thing; I’m going to eat a few extra bowls of rice tonight!”

“Mhm.” An He felt like smiling at the foxes’ chatter, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. But before her smile could fully form, Lin Ruoxue suddenly collapsed onto her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” An He nudged her, her voice playful. “There are so many little foxes outside. Why are you acting like a child here?”

Lin Ruoxue didn’t respond. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her face looked pale. An He froze and tried to call her again, but there was still no response. In that moment, An He’s mind went blank. She took a deep breath and placed her trembling hand under Lin Ruoxue’s nose to check for breath, her heart in total chaos.

Fortunately, Lin Ruoxue was still breathing; it seemed she had simply fallen asleep.

“Will she be okay?” An He asked the System, terrified.

“She should be fine…” the System replied, though its tone was uncertain.

“Miss Ren, what’s wrong?” Hearing an unusual sound in the carriage, a fox turned back to ask. “Has something happened?”

“Faster!” Hearing another person’s voice, An He snapped back to reality. Like a person grabbing a lifeline, her voice carried a tone of pleading. “Can you go any faster…”

“Yes, yes, of course!” The fox, feeling the weight of the responsibility, turned back to drive the carriage with even more urgency.

The carriage passed through the bamboo forest, crossed the stream, and finally arrived home. Lin Ruoxue was still unconscious, her breath weak on An He’s shoulder. When the foxes lifted the curtain, they noticed something was wrong and immediately brought a stretcher to carry her inside.

Not long after, an elder arrived in a hurry. An He saw that she also had fox ears, a head of white hair, and slightly cloudy eyes.

“It’s okay, Miss Ren, don’t worry.” One of the little foxes who helped the elder in noticed An He’s distress and comforted her softly. “You humans have human doctors, and we foxes have our own.”

“Auntie Huo will cure the Boss. She’ll be fine…” After saying this, the little fox pulled back.

The room was filled with foxes, all worried about Lin Ruoxue’s safety. They craned their necks to look forward, lips pressed together in nervousness. The elder named Auntie Huo glanced back at them, then at An He, and sighed softly. She then signaled to the little foxes to pull the curtains around the bed.

The curtains were drawn, and the light in the room grew dim. Only dappled light fell on the fabric, making the two figures inside look blurry. An He held her breath, pressing down on her trembling hands, focusing entirely on the shadows projected on the curtain.

She saw Auntie Huo gently remove Lin Ruoxue’s clothes and slowly apply an ointment to her body. As she applied it, she seemed to be sighing softly. After finishing the ointment, she leaned down and listened to Lin Ruoxue’s chest for a long time, occasionally touching her body gently.

Finally, when it was all over, she let out another heavy sigh.

“Open the curtains,” Auntie Huo said. “I have something to say to Miss Ren.”

“Yes.” Hearing her name, An He rushed forward to open the curtains, her eyes full of anxiety.

“All of you, out.” Auntie Huo wasn’t in a rush to speak; she first gestured to the group of foxes. They all nodded and obediently left the room, the last one politely closing the door.

The room became silent, leaving only An He and Auntie Huo.

“I’ve heard for a long time,” Auntie Huo beckoned An He to sit beside her. “That you are the girl Ruoxue likes.”

“But I also know it wasn’t voluntary. The two of you aren’t exactly in a mutual romance…” Auntie Huo paused, remaining silent for a long time before continuing. “Let me make this decision on Ruoxue’s behalf. I will have the foxes send you home before dark.”

“Go home?” After hearing this, An He realized something must be wrong with Lin Ruoxue. “Why tell me to go back now? What happened to her?!”

“Do you really want to know?” Auntie Huo asked, a hint of sadness in her cloudy eyes.

“Yes,” An He answered without hesitation.

“Her internal core (neidan) is completely shattered,” Auntie Huo shook her head and sighed softly. “Her thousand years of cultivation are gone.”

“Gone?” An He was stunned, unable to process it for a while. “How? Why would it suddenly…”

“It wasn’t sudden,” Auntie Huo said. “Come and see.”

As she spoke, she undid Lin Ruoxue’s clothes again, exposing her body to An He. That single look left An He frozen on the spot, her nose stinging uncontrollably. She saw that Lin Ruoxue was covered in scars. Even the inside of her clothes was stained with countless bloodstains, and some areas of her skin even showed burns.

She was like a broken rag doll; the contrast between her fair skin and the deep red blood made one’s heart ache uncontrollably.

“These scars were definitely not made by the same hand,” Auntie Huo said. “Even if the wounds look similar, you can tell the difference by the angle of the sword, the speed of the strike, and so on.”

“From what I can tell, there were no fewer than ten people. And every single one… was practically a master.”

An He sat alone by Lin Ruoxue’s bedside in silence for a long time. It was evening, and the sky was growing dark. During this time, a fox came in to light the lamp and brought food, asking Miss Ren to eat while it was hot for the sake of her health. An He couldn’t remember if she had responded; by the time she snapped out of it, the food was already on the table.

The System called her name several times in her head, asking if she was okay. An He didn’t speak; she just shook her head gently. Then she turned around and cautiously touched Lin Ruoxue’s hand, her eyes full of heartache.

The System had previously applied to the “higher-ups,” and An He was allowed to use points to experience Lin Ruoxue’s perspective from that time. It was like VR—not only were the visuals real, but the pain was too.