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

The Demon Sect’s main stronghold had an exterior as majestic and magnificent as an imperial palace, yet its interior was as cold, dark, and eerie as the eighteenth level of hell. It had always been a place that made people fear they would never leave once they entered. But now, it was broken and ruined, a complete mess.

The members of the Demon Sect dressed in black had either died or been wounded. Only a few were still putting up desperate resistance. Several hundred righteous-path martial artists, gathered from various sects and schools, followed in the footsteps of the white-clothed Saintess and surrounded the great hall.

Zhou Zhuying suddenly wondered whether the situation of an ancient emperor facing a rebellion and usurpation was similar to her current circumstances. But on second thought, before an emperor was overthrown, at least he had enjoyed the benefits that came with the throne.

What about her? She had only just transmigrated here, and she had already become a scapegoat. So all the good things belonged to the original owner, while she only got the part where she died in her place.

Ah, she was so mad!

Zhou Zhuying beat her chest and stamped her feet inwardly, but the moment her gaze touched the eyes of the white-clothed woman below the platform, she froze for a moment.

According to Meng Xiaoxiao, since the author was not very good at describing appearances, the description of the female lead was usually along the lines of: beautiful as a celestial maiden, graceful and elegant, even more beautiful than any woman the male lead had seen in the cultivation world. Every frown and every smile could make a person’s heart melt.

Zhou Zhuying was a science student with no literary cultivation to speak of, so naturally, she could not come up with any particularly flowery words to describe how beautiful the female lead was.

But those gradually reddening eyes seemed as if they could speak. They seemed to be faintly telling her something. Emotions she did not understand seeped through those eyes, little by little, staining her heart.

Xiao Xinyue raised her head and looked at the black-clothed woman sitting on the high platform. Her expression was cold and indifferent, but her lips were red in an almost bewitching way. Although her gaze fell on Xiao Xinyue, it was so detached that it seemed as if she were looking at someone completely unrelated to her.

Xiao Xinyue clenched her fists, and her eyes reddened even more.

How could this person remain so calm?

She had clearly done those things, yet she could still sit high above it all like an uninvolved spectator, acting as if none of it had anything to do with her!

Xiao Xinyue stared coldly at Zhou Zhuying.

Zhou Zhuying trembled again in fright.

Ahhh, so scary. That was killing intent, right?

That was definitely killing intent!

The female lead, whose eyes were red from killing, was too terrifying!

Help, she wanted to go back to a society ruled by law. She wanted to go home!

But the things that made her tremble with fear were not over yet.

The people surrounding the outer part of the hall silently opened up a path. A man covered in blood walked into the great hall with a sharp, intimidating aura. The invisible pressure he released was already enough for Zhou Zhuying to recognize his identity.

Good grief, the male lead who chopped me—no, chopped the original owner—in half with one slash had arrived!

Zhou Zhuying could already feel her soul trembling.

She hoped that when the male lead made his move later, he would be fast, accurate, and ruthless, and not make her suffer too much torment. She was most afraid of pain.

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

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

Xiao Xinyue withdrew her gaze and kicked the man in black who was pretending to be dead. “There’s still one here.”

Seeing that he had failed to fool her, the man in black immediately jumped up and struck out with his palm. Xiao Xinyue did not even blink. Her hand rose, her blade fell, and she finished him off directly.

Blood splattered onto her white robes. The drops of blood spread out like plum blossoms blooming in the bitter cold.

Xiao Xinyue raised her eyes to look at Zhou Zhuying and said coldly, “As expected of the leader of a sect, the outstanding figure of the evil path. Your territory is gone, your subordinates have suffered heavy casualties, yet you do not even furrow your brow. Even with us killing our way right before your eyes, you remain as steady as Mount Tai.”

Zhou Zhuying thought: Ah, the female lead’s voice sounds so good. My ears are about to get pregnant… Too bad it’s a death warrant.

At this moment, Zhuo Zidan looked around and said, “Rumor has it that there used to be a large cauldron in this hall, a torture device specifically used to boil righteous-path people who fell into the Demon Sect’s hands alive. There were also said to be eighteen torture instruments placed on each side, meant to let people taste the suffering of the eighteen levels of hell. Why do I not see those torture devices today? Could it be that you expected this day to come and feared they would be used on you, so you removed them early?”

Zhou Zhuying cursed inwardly: Bullshit. Hasn’t anyone taught you not to believe rumors or spread rumors? As the male lead, you’re spreading rumors like this? Where is the positive image a male lead should have?

Zhou Zhuying did not say a word from beginning to end. Whether it was Xiao Xinyue or Zhuo Zidan, both of them seemed to be performing a one-person comedy routine, and the atmosphere once dropped to freezing point.

Zhuo Zidan probably could not stand the awkward silence. He turned his head and asked Xiao Xinyue, “Her martial arts are not weak. Do you need me to help you take her down?”

Xiao Xinyue shook her head and raised her foot, walking up the steps.

She looked calm and unhurried, confident and powerful.

Zhou Zhuying saw the blood dripping from the tip of her blade, drop by drop, as if one death warrant after another were striking her heart. Her heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

She closed her eyes in fear.

Ah, I’m going to die, I’m going to die. Is it still in time to kneel down, hug her thigh, and call her “Grandma”?

The footsteps drew closer. Zhou Zhuying nervously swallowed.

Suddenly, a trace of orchid fragrance mixed with the scent of blood hooked around the tip of her nose and slipped into her nostrils. A cool voice asked, “Why won’t you open your eyes and look at me?” Her tone abruptly rose. “Open your eyes. Look at me!”

Zhou Zhuying opened her eyes, only to be so frightened by Xiao Xinyue, who was close enough to almost touch her face, that her heart skipped a beat.

In this cold winter filled with icy air, her entire body was so cold that her teeth were chattering, yet her hair at the temples was damp with sweat.

Xiao Xinyue’s eyes shifted slightly, brushing past her ear and temple before returning to stare into her eyes. “Are you going to come with me on your own, or do you want me to invite you?”

After giving herself countless inner monologues, Zhou Zhuying was stunned to discover that she seemed to still have a thread of hope.

The female lead had not come up and started shouting about killing her, and the male lead did not look as if he intended to slice a watermelon.

Was there a chance?

But on second thought, the original owner had ended up being split in half with one slash, so there was no guarantee that something had not happened during this period. For example, just like playing a game, choosing the wrong option might lead to Game Over.

Zhou Zhuying had not read this novel, nor did she know which option in the scene where the original owner received her boxed lunch would lead to the death ending.

Go by herself? Judging by her current condition, that seemed impossible.

Let the female lead “invite” her? Those words clearly meant, “If you don’t obediently cooperate, I’ll make you regret it.” She would only choose that option if she were tired of living.

After thinking it over, she finally chose the third option—even if there was no third option, she would create one!

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

She was telling the truth. The fact that she had not been scared into wetting herself was already the last bit of dignity she could preserve.

Xiao Xinyue: “…”

Zhuo Zidan: “…”

The righteous-path martial artists: “…”

This Demon Sect Leader did not seem quite the same as the one in the rumors. She looked like her brain did not work too well.

Zhou Zhuying’s eyes were opened wide as she looked at Xiao Xinyue pitifully, doing her utmost to make herself appear sincere.

Zhuo Zidan ran up with heavy footsteps and sneered. “You really know how to push your luck. Do you want an eight-bearer bridal sedan too?”

Xiao Xinyue tilted her head slightly and looked at him. Her gaze was subtle, deep, and meaningful.

Zhou Zhuying hurriedly nodded. “That would naturally be best.”

She had not expected the male lead to be so generous. She had truly misunderstood him just now!

Xiao Xinyue asked again, “You said you want who to carry you away in an eight-bearer bridal sedan?”

Poked by the knife of her gaze, how could Zhou Zhuying not understand? The female lead thought she was seducing the male lead and had gotten jealous?!

She inwardly cursed herself for being careless. Just because the female lead had been a little gentler in expression, she had forgotten her own identity and almost stepped into the female lead’s tender trap.

Wake up. These were the male and female leads!

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

Her survival instinct exploded. Who knew where she found the strength, but she raised her hand and tightly grabbed Xiao Xinyue’s hand, saying with great sincerity, “You!” She paused. “What I mean is, I only want you to carry me away in an eight-bearer bridal sedan. Apart from you, no one else is allowed to carry me away in one.”

After saying this, she revealed a flattering smile.

This answer was perfect, right? It both avoided getting involved with the male lead and expressed closeness to the female lead.

Zhou Zhuying felt that her little brain was truly nimble. She could even think of such excellent wording!

But she did not see the fleeting faint smile that flashed across Xiao Xinyue’s face. She only saw Xiao Xinyue press her lips into a straight line, her gaze growing even deeper. “You said it.”

Zhou Zhuying’s heart lifted. She had an ominous premonition.

This kind of line was usually said by people with deep schemes. After saying it, they would secretly take underhanded action.

But perhaps she should not think so badly of the female lead. After all, Meng Xiaoxiao had said the female lead was an upright and kind person who clearly distinguished good from evil. When she and the male lead attacked the Demon Sect’s main stronghold, she only killed those stained with sin.

Thinking this, Zhou Zhuying felt things were going badly again. After all, the female lead’s family had been wiped out by the Demon Sect. As the Demon Sect Leader, could she escape responsibility?

Just as Zhou Zhuying was panicking hard, Xiao Xinyue sheathed her blade and said, “There is no eight-bearer bridal sedan here right now, so I will have to wrong you a little, Cult Leader.”

“Ah?” Zhou Zhuying was confused, only to discover that Xiao Xinyue had lifted her from the black iron chair in a princess carry. She instinctively looped her arms around Xiao Xinyue’s neck, but her body suddenly stiffened.

Zhou Zhuying held her breath and focused.

Oh my God, was she being princess-carried?!

All of a sudden, she no longer felt cold. Instead, her entire body was boiling with hot blood, her veins surging. Her heart beat as if she had just finished a thousand-meter run, making even her breathing grow heavy.

Could someone explain to her why she was feeling this heart-pounding, deer-crashing-around sensation? Was the female lead in the original novel this boyfriend-like?

Ah, the female lead’s damned charm had almost made her fall in love at first sight—if she had not seen the male lead’s eyes nearly popping out of their sockets from shock, she definitely would have stared properly at Xiao Xinyue’s face, drowned in the female lead’s beauty, and imagined how many children they should have in the future.

Probably no one had expected the Saintess to do this, so everyone froze in place. The great hall, which had originally been noisy, instantly became so quiet that the whistling sound of the cold wind slipping in through the window lattice could be heard.

“This move was probably the female lead acting on her own initiative, on a sudden whim,” Zhou Zhuying thought. “Does the female lead really play her cards this unpredictably?”

The male lead, Zhuo Zidan, finally reacted at this moment and hurriedly stepped forward. “Xinyue, be careful of tricks. I’ll help you.”

Xiao Xinyue looked at him and tilted her head, smiling sweetly. Zhuo Zidan seemed to see cold plum blossoms blooming before his eyes, and his heart felt as if something had scratched it, making it throb.

Zhou Zhuying looked horrified: Male lead, don’t come over. I’m afraid that wherever you touch me, the female lead will cut that part off.

Xiao Xinyue lowered her head and glanced at her, then said, “Then I will trouble Elder Zhuo to help count the casualties and spoils from this battle. Oh, right. That chair made of black iron—move it away as well.”

Zhuo Zidan: “…All right.”