After Transmigrating, the Female Lead Went Dark (GL) - Chapter 13

Xiao Xinyue carried Zhou Zhuying on her back all the way back to the courtyard without even panting.

The more Zhou Zhuying looked, the more she felt the female lead had taken the male lead’s script. She also felt a little regretful that she could not remember even one move or half a stance. Otherwise, with this kind of combat power and stamina, she could have become a sky-piercing firecracker.

Xiao Xinyue considered her words. “Cult Leader, why did you suddenly become so…”

“Pretentious?” Zhou Zhuying was quite self-aware.

“No. You just looked very pitiful.”

Inside, Zhou Zhuying screamed like a groundhog: She really knows how to flirt.

Why did lesbians always easily fall for straight women? Because lesbians were not as good at flirting as straight women!

Relying on the fact that the female lead was straight, Zhou Zhuying became very bold. She tightened her arms around Xiao Xinyue’s shoulders and neck, leaned close to her ear, and parted her red lips lightly. “Because I was scared.”

The clear breeze brushed past Xiao Xinyue’s ear like reeds swaying in the wind among marsh grass, lightly caressing the rim of her ear. Fine, soft hairs seemed to tease across her heart and spread through her whole body.

Xiao Xinyue stopped, half her ear turning red. “Scared of what?”

Zhou Zhuying carefully recalled her earlier feelings and realized she could not really explain them. “I don’t know either.”

Xiao Xinyue silently carried Zhou Zhuying back to her room and said, “Once the hot water is delivered, take a bath and rest early.”

Zhou Zhuying quickly got down from her back, pulled off the cloak, and showed it to her. “Right, I finished sewing the cloak!”

When Xiao Xinyue first saw the three characters on the cloak, she was also rendered speechless. Only after a long while did she say expressionlessly, “It looks quite good. I’ll give this cloak to you.”

The Cult Leader acted shy. “That’s so embarrassing.”

Xiao Xinyue: “…”

She thought the Cult Leader’s earlier pitifulness, helplessness, and loneliness must have been her imagination.

“Ah, and your qin. Such a fine qin—how could you leave it outside to frost over?” Zhou Zhuying then carried Xiao Xinyue’s ancient qin out.

Xiao Xinyue accepted the qin. Her fingertips gently stroked the strings, but her eyes fell on Zhou Zhuying’s face. The latter only stared at her pale, slender fingers, wondering whether the female lead also had the ability to use qin music as an attacking method. After all, that was how martial arts dramas always portrayed it.

Putting away the qin, Xiao Xinyue said, “I’ll go back first. If the Cult Leader is still afraid, you may call for me.”

How could Zhou Zhuying still feel afraid right now? She even suspected that her earlier abnormal mood had been because her period was approaching and her hormone levels had changed, causing emotional fluctuations.

Speaking of which, did characters in martial arts novels get periods? After transmigrating into the Cult Leader, would her cycle still be the same as before?

She felt a little uncertain.

Thinking of this, she wondered whether she should prepare sanitary pads in advance. After all, she was not used to menstrual cloths made with plant ash and wanted to make some sanitary pads herself.

Modern sanitary pads were impossible to make with current technology, but she should still be able to find a substitute for the bottom anti-leak film. And judging from the bedding she was currently using, cotton already existed in this world. With many of the materials available, making a simple sanitary pad should not be difficult!

Before Xiao Xinyue left, Zhou Zhuying quickly asked her for cotton and other materials.

Xiao Xinyue asked her, “What does the Cult Leader want those things for?”

“To make sanitary—menstrual cloths.”

“Isn’t the Cult Leader’s period still—”

Xiao Xinyue’s words came to an abrupt stop. Zhou Zhuying let out a confused “Ah?”

Xiao Xinyue paused, carried the qin back to her room, then returned a moment later with a bundle and handed it to her. “If it really comes, use this.”

Zhou Zhuying opened it and almost beat her chest and stamped her feet while gritting her teeth. Wasn’t this the simple sanitary pad she had imagined?! Aside from lacking plastic anti-leak film and wings, there was almost no major difference from a modern sanitary pad! Who had gotten ahead of her and figured out sanitary pads first?!

But on second thought, the original novel was an unserious novel to begin with. It had undergone artistic processing, so loopholes and unreasonable plot points would exist. Besides, ancient people had such big imaginations. It was not strange if they had invented sanitary pads long ago. Understandable!

“This is…”

Xiao Xinyue said, “Menstrual cloth produced by Yunxi Pavilion.”

“Oh!” Zhou Zhuying only felt that it sounded impressive despite not understanding it. She guessed that Yunxi Pavilion was a place that sold women’s products, because the name had the feeling of a boutique shop.

Now that she had sanitary pads, Zhou Zhuying no longer worried about her period. After seeing Xiao Xinyue off, she hummed a song, took a bath, then followed her biological clock and went to bed early.

—

After Xiao Xinyue went out, she let out a heavy breath.

She returned to her room. Seeing the ancient qin she had hastily set down just now, her thoughts stirred, and she raised her hand to flip it over.

The back of the ancient qin was also very plain and elegant. Above the Dragon Pool, the words “Illuminating the Mind and Seeing One’s Nature” were engraved. At the side were a few smaller characters: “The heart-moon shines on Yunxi.”

Her fingertips rubbed over the small characters, and a soft sigh escaped her throat.

After a while, seeing that the lights had already gone out on Zhou Zhuying’s side and that she had gone to sleep, Xiao Xinyue put on a cloak and silently left the courtyard.

In one of Moshan Sect’s dungeons, painful groans seeped out from a dark, cramped, and foul-smelling cell.

Xiao Xinyue stopped in front of it, holding a lamp. The sound of iron chains clattered inside, followed by a low roar filled with grief, anger, and powerlessness. “I really don’t know anything about the Demon Lord…”

Xiao Xinyue said nothing. After a while, the person in the cell opened his eyes. By the lamplight, he saw the face of the one who had come, and his heart suddenly trembled. “It’s you!”

“It seems the Right Guardian still recognizes me.” Xiao Xinyue’s expression was indifferent. “Keep pretending. Why did you stop?”

The person in the cell seemed to have gone mute and could not say a single word.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, but the iron rings on his feet and around his neck restricted his movements, forcing him to stop about a meter away from Xiao Xinyue.

He reached out and tightly gripped the iron bars, crying out, “I haven’t seen the Demon Lord in a long time. I really don’t know where he is.”

Xiao Xinyue said, “I didn’t come here for the Demon Lord. Tell me what happened after the Demon Lord brought your Cult Leader back all those years ago.”

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When Zhou Zhuying discovered that she had appeared in a dark and terrifying great hall, she was still somewhat dazed.

Where was she?

Why did this place look so familiar?

Then she looked at the black iron chair beneath her and remembered. She was in the Demon Sect’s main stronghold, in the great hall of the Demon Palace.

The empty great hall seemed to have no one in it. She went down from the high platform, passed by the bright lamps, and walked all the way to the end, toward the tall doors.

The candlelight flickered, and her shadow grew increasingly blurred. She turned back, but her vision suddenly became dark—all the lamps had gone out, and darkness surged toward her like a tide.

Her heart trembled. Seeing light outside the doors, she wanted to open them, only to discover that the doors seemed to have been sealed shut and would not move at all.

She frantically slapped and rammed against the doors, wanting only to open them as quickly as possible. Otherwise, she would be completely swallowed by the darkness.

Bang—

The doors collapsed. At the same time Zhou Zhuying fell to the ground, her body trembled, and she jolted awake.

She looked at the gray, hazy top of the bed canopy, took several deep breaths, and finally steadied herself.

There had clearly been no ghosts in her dream, no murderers, and no zombies chasing her, yet she had still been scared awake. This showed that nightmares did not need logic.

“Could it be that I was frightened last night, so I had a dream like that? As expected, I should drink tea before sleeping to calm my nerves.”

Zhou Zhuying thought it over and decided she would go ask the female lead for calming tea later.

She saw that there was already faint light outside the window. Since dawn came later in winter, it was probably already six or seven o’clock. She originally wanted to go back to sleep, but when she heard movement outside, she wrapped herself in the quilt and climbed up, then crouched by the window and looked out.

Outside the window, the cold wind was biting, and the shadows of plum branches rustled. A white figure moved among the plum blossoms—more accurately, she was practicing martial arts, but the blend of “dance” and “martial movement” was displayed to perfection by that graceful figure.

That vigorous posture, steady footwork, and clean, decisive moves gave Zhou Zhuying a deeper understanding of the “martial arts world” she was in.

The Cult Leader, who had nothing but the character setting of “super fierce martial arts” yet could not remember even one move or half a stance, seriously began to ponder:

Was it still in time for her to take a master now?