After Transmigrating, the Female Lead Went Dark (GL) - Chapter 2

The Demon Sect’s main base, which appeared as grand and magnificent as a royal palace on the outside but was as chilling and sinister as the 18 levels of hell on the inside, was a place people feared entering, knowing they would never leave. Now, it lay in ruins, a complete mess.

The Demon Sect members, clad in black, were either dead or injured, with only a few putting up a desperate last stand. Hundreds of righteous martial artists from various sects followed the white-clad Saintess, surrounding the main hall.

Zhou Zhuying suddenly thought that the situation of a deposed emperor facing a rebellion was probably similar to her current one. But on second thought, an emperor, at the very least, enjoyed the benefits of the throne before being overthrown.

What about her? She had just transmigrated and was already a scapegoat. All the good stuff belonged to the original owner, and she was only here to die in her place.

Ugh, this is so frustrating!

Zhou Zhuying internally fumed, but her gaze was caught by the eyes of the woman in white below, and she froze for a moment.

According to Meng Xiaoxiao, the author, who wasn’t very good at physical descriptions, generally described the female lead as: “A celestial beauty, graceful and charming, more beautiful than any woman the male lead had ever seen in the cultivation world. Every gesture and smile made one’s heart melt.”

As a science student with no literary background, Zhou Zhuying couldn’t come up with any special words to describe the female lead’s beauty.

But those eyes, which were gradually turning red, seemed to speak, quietly conveying something to her. Some emotion she couldn’t understand was seeping through those eyes, little by little, into her heart.

Xiao Xinyue looked up at the woman in black sitting on the high platform. Her expression was indifferent, but her lips were an alluring red. Her gaze, though on Xiao Xinyue, was as cold as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

Xiao Xinyue clenched her fists, her eyes reddening even more.

Why can this person be so calm?

After doing all those things, she can still act like an indifferent bystander, as if it has nothing to do with her!

Xiao Xinyue stared coldly at Zhou Zhuying.

Zhou Zhuying trembled again in fear.

Ahhh, so scary. Is that killing intent?

That’s definitely killing intent!

A bloodshot female lead is too terrifying!

Help, I want to go back to a society ruled by law. I want to go home!

Her terror wasn’t over yet.

The people outside the hall silently cleared a path. A blood-soaked man with a sharp, intimidating aura walked into the hall. The invisible pressure he emitted was enough for Zhou Zhuying to recognize his identity.

Oh no! The male lead who’s going to cleave me—no, the original owner—in half has arrived!

Zhou Zhuying could already feel her soul shaking.

She hoped the male lead would be quick and decisive when he struck later, so she wouldn’t suffer too much. She was most afraid of pain.

Zhuo Zidan walked to Xiao Xinyue’s side. He casually tore down a half-hanging curtain and meticulously wiped the blood from his sword.

“The people outside have been dealt with. Only she is left.” Zhuo Zidan said.

Xiao Xinyue looked away and kicked the man in black who was pretending to be dead. “There’s still this one.”

The man in black, seeing that his act hadn’t fooled her, immediately jumped up and lunged at her. Xiao Xinyue didn’t even blink. With a flash of her blade, she ended him.

Blood splattered onto her white robes, the drops spreading like plum blossoms blooming in the cold.

Xiao Xinyue looked up at Zhou Zhuying and said coldly, “You truly are worthy of being the Sect Leader and a figurehead of the evil path. Your territory is gone, your subordinates are dead or injured, yet you don’t even flinch. Even with us at your doorstep, you’re as steady as a mountain.”

Zhou Zhuying thought: Ah, the female lead’s voice is so beautiful, my ears are pregnant… but it sounds like a death knell.

At this moment, Zhuo Zidan looked around and said, “Legend has it that there was a large pot in this hall, a torture device used to boil righteous people who fell into the Demon Sect’s hands. And there were 18 torture instruments on each side, said to make people experience the flavors of the 18 levels of hell. Why aren’t those instruments here today? Did you perhaps foresee this day and remove them early, afraid they would be used on you?”

Zhou Zhuying mentally cursed: That’s a load of bull. Don’t you know not to spread rumors? You’re the male lead, yet you’re creating and spreading rumors. Where’s your righteous image?

Zhou Zhuying remained silent from beginning to end. Both Xiao Xinyue and Zhuo Zidan seemed to be performing a one-man show, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing.

Zhuo Zidan probably couldn’t stand the awkward silence and turned to ask Xiao Xinyue, “Her martial arts are not weak. Do you need my help to take her down?”

Xiao Xinyue shook her head and started walking up the steps.

She looked calm, confident, and powerful.

Zhou Zhuying saw the blood dripping from her blade, each drop like a death warrant hitting her heart. Her heart thumped wildly, feeling as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

She closed her eyes in fear.

Oh, I’m going to die. Is it too late to kneel and call you “Grandma”?

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and Zhou Zhuying nervously swallowed.

Suddenly, a faint scent of orchids mixed with the smell of blood tickled her nose. A cold voice asked, “Why won’t you open your eyes and look at me?” The tone suddenly rose. “Open your eyes, look at me!”

Zhou Zhuying opened her eyes but was so startled by Xiao Xinyue’s face, which was almost touching hers, that her heart skipped a beat.

In the biting cold of winter, her body was so chilled that her teeth chattered, and her hair was soaked with sweat.

Xiao Xinyue’s eyes shifted slightly, glancing at her temples before refocusing on her eyes. “Are you coming with me on your own, or do you want me to escort you?”

After running countless mental scenarios, Zhou Zhuying was astonished to find that she might have a glimmer of hope.

The female lead didn’t immediately start a killing spree, and the male lead didn’t seem to have any intention of “slicing a watermelon.”

There was a chance?

But then she remembered that the original owner was ultimately sliced in half. Maybe something happened in the interim? Like in a video game, where picking the wrong option leads to a “Game Over”?

Zhou Zhuying hadn’t read the novel and didn’t know which option in this scene led to the death ending for the original owner.

“Coming on my own?” Under her current circumstances, that seemed impossible.

“Wanting her to escort me?” That phrase was obviously a veiled threat—”If you don’t cooperate, I’ll make you pay.” She’d have to be suicidal to choose that.

After some thought, she decided on a third option—even if there wasn’t a third option, she had to create one!

“Can you carry me?” Fearing the female lead would get angry, she quickly added, “My legs are weak; I can’t walk.”

She was being honest. The fact that she hadn’t wet herself was the last shred of her dignity she could hold on to.

Xiao Xinyue: “…”

Zhuo Zidan: “…”

The righteous martial artists: “…”

How is this Demon Sect Leader so different from the rumors? She seems to have a few screws loose.

Zhou Zhuying’s eyes were wide, and she looked pleadingly at Xiao Xinyue, trying her best to appear sincere.

Zhuo Zidan ran up, a sneer on his face. “Getting ahead of yourself. Do you want an eight-man palanquin, too?”

Xiao Xinyue gave him a sideways glance, her eyes full of a subtle, meaningful expression.

Zhou Zhuying nodded eagerly. “That would be best, of course.”

I can’t believe the male lead is so generous. I totally misjudged him just now!

Xiao Xinyue asked again, “You said you want someone to carry you in an eight-man palanquin?”

Pierced by the coldness in her eyes, Zhou Zhuying immediately realized that the female lead thought she was flirting with the male lead and was getting jealous?!

She silently cursed herself for being careless. Because the female lead’s expression softened a little, she forgot her place and almost fell into the female lead’s gentle trap.

Snap out of it! These are the male and female leads!

If she really let the male lead carry her in an eight-man palanquin, wouldn’t the female lead get jealous and skin her alive?!

Her will to survive flared up. She somehow found the strength to raise her hand, tightly gripping Xiao Xinyue’s hand, and said sincerely, “You!” She paused. “I mean, I only want you to carry me in an eight-man palanquin. Besides you, no one else is worthy of carrying me in an eight-man palanquin.”

After saying this, she gave a fawning smile.

This answer is perfect, right? It avoids getting involved with the male lead and shows my closeness with the female lead.

Zhou Zhuying felt her little brain was so clever to come up with such a brilliant phrase!

She didn’t see the fleeting, subtle smile on Xiao Xinyue’s face, only seeing Xiao Xinyue’s lips tighten into a straight line and her eyes grow even deeper. “You said it.”

Zhou Zhuying’s heart sank, and she had a bad feeling.

This kind of line was usually spoken by people with deep schemes. And after saying it, they would secretly pull a dirty trick later.

But she probably shouldn’t think of the female lead as so evil. After all, Meng Xiaoxiao said the female lead was an upright and kind person who had a clear distinction between right and wrong. When she and the male lead attacked the Demon Sect’s base, they only killed those who were stained with evil.

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Zhuying felt she was in trouble again. Because the female lead’s family was annihilated by the Demon Sect, and as the Sect Leader, how could she possibly escape?

Just as Zhou Zhuying was panicking, Xiao Xinyue sheathed her sword and said, “There’s no eight-man palanquin here right now, so the Sect Leader will just have to endure it.”

“Huh?” Zhou Zhuying was confused but then found herself being lifted into a bridal carry by Xiao Xinyue from the black iron chair. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Xiao Xinyue’s neck, but her body suddenly stiffened.

Zhou Zhuying held her breath.

Oh my god, she’s bridal-carrying me?!

She suddenly didn’t feel cold anymore. Instead, her blood was boiling, her heart was pounding as if she had just finished a thousand-meter run, and her breathing became heavy.

Could someone please explain why she felt a flutter in her heart? Was the female lead in the original novel this dominant?

Ah, this cursed charm of the female lead almost made me fall in love at first sight!—If she hadn’t seen the male lead’s eyes bulging out of his head, she would have stared at Xiao Xinyue’s face, lost in her beauty, imagining how many children they would have together in the future.

Probably no one expected the Saintess to do this, so they all froze in place. The noisy hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the whistling of the cold wind seeping through the window lattices.

This move must have been the female lead’s impromptu, personal decision, Zhou Zhuying thought. Is the female lead really this unpredictable?

The male lead, Zhuo Zidan, finally reacted and hurried forward. “Xinyue, be careful of a trap. I’ll help you.”

Xiao Xinyue tilted her head to look at him and gave a radiant smile. Zhuo Zidan felt as if he saw plum blossoms blooming in front of him, and his heart was stirred.

Zhou Zhuying looked on in horror. Male lead, please don’t come any closer. I’m afraid that wherever you touch me, the female lead will cut that part off.

Xiao Xinyue glanced down at her and said, “Then I’ll trouble Elder Zhuo to count the casualties and spoils of war. Oh, and also take that chair made of black iron with you!”

Zhuo Zidan: “… Okay.”