After Transmigrating To The Villain’s Lowest Point - Chapter 5

The medicine attendant puppet stood there like a pillar, its posture clearly saying, If you don’t drink, I’ll keep feeding you.

Lian Xuehe could only take the medicine bowl and drink it himself.

At the same time, he did not stay idle. He coldly attacked 024. “Do you know what the words ‘medicine attendant’ mean? Medicine—attending—servant. If I refuse to drink medicine, then as a puppet whose duty is to attend! upon! medicine! it naturally prioritizes its master’s health. That’s why it force-fed me medicine. It has nothing to do with my kinks. Is that so hard to understand? Well, I suppose it is. I can’t expect a banana with an IQ of 24 to understand so many twists and turns. It’s pointless wasting words on you. In any case, I know very well what I like. I don’t need to seek validation through other people. After all, I’m not actually a masochist.”

024 admired his meltdown. 【Don’t be angry. You’re pregnant. It’s bad for the body.】

Lian Xuehe said coldly, “That’s not wrong. See? I suddenly gave birth to an unfilial son whose placenta is taking up his brain, and now he’s making me angry. Good child, you should have reminded me sooner.”

024: 【…………】

024 felt it might be a little masochistic too.

It clearly knew it could not win an argument against Lian Xuehe, yet every time, it was still eager to provoke him.

This medicine was far too bitter, but at least the taste of thousand-year-old zombie blood was gone. Lian Xuehe’s expression did not change as he drank it with graceful poise, as if he were drinking sugar water, trying to salvage some of the dignity that had just been swept all over the floor.

Yin Cai glanced at him with a faint smile that was not quite a smile. Then he suddenly saw a sinister, human-shaped black mist drill out from behind Lian Xuehe, like a malicious ghost crawling up from hell.

Yin Cai: “?”

For a moment, Yin Cai thought this man was so fragile he had been bittered straight to the Western Paradise by one bowl of medicine.

Before he could rejoice wildly, he saw that “malicious ghost” throw its head back and roar.

【Disgusting! I want to die!】

Yin Cai: “?”

Lian Xuehe’s expression remained indifferent. Every time he took a sip, that “ghost,” shaped like a teru teru bozu doll with only a pair of furious crimson eyes, would throw its head back and howl, “Disgusting! I want to die!” as if providing accompaniment.

Soon, after five ghostly howls, Lian Xuehe set the medicine bowl down with dignified elegance and perfect composure.

Tao Xiao brought forward a small dish of leftover white malt candy that had been used as a medicinal primer.

Lian Xuehe waved his hand. “No need.”

Yin Cai then saw the “malicious ghost’s” angry eyes turn into two golden stars. It rushed violently in front of Yin Cai, floating in circles around him while roaring.

【Want to eat!】

Yin Cai: “…”

Tao Xiao remained perfectly calm, as though he did not see this bizarre scene at all.

Yin Cai frowned. Only belatedly did he realize this was probably an ability carried by the “false soul” inside this puppet—to listen for the master’s needs and attend to them at any time.

The corner of Yin Cai’s lips curled. Under the expectant gaze of the false soul, he stepped forward and took the white malt candy.

Lian Xuehe rinsed his mouth carelessly, showing not the slightest interest in the candy.

Yin Cai held the block-shaped candy, staring straight at Lian Xuehe as he ate three pieces in one bite with loud crunches.

The false soul began breaking down again, wailing toward the sky.

“If it likes eating, give it a box.” Lian Xuehe waved his hand, not taking it to heart, then instructed Tao Xiao, “After you take Ge Ci to diagnose and treat Yin Cai, come to me. Remember, don’t let him get too close to Yin Cai.”

“Yes.” Tao Xiao handed the remaining box of candy to Yin Cai, then turned and left.

The false soul stayed close to Yin Cai, head lowered as it stared directly at the candy box in Yin Cai’s hand. Black words full of resentment even began appearing over its head as it muttered softly, 【Want to eat, want to eat, want to eat…】

Yin Cai: “…”

Yin Cai sneered and deliberately took the candy, eating one piece after another. Watching the false soul’s resentment grow deeper and deeper, the frustration he had bottled up for two days finally eased somewhat.

A sanctimonious hypocrite.

Since he could not kill Lian Xingsong for now, deliberately disgusting him was good too.

Lian Xuehe had not especially wanted to eat that piece of candy. His tongue had simply been too bitter. But an overbearing CEO being afraid of bitterness was not dignified, so he had merely thought about it inwardly and let it go.

Before long, Tao Xiao brought Ge Ci over from the side courtyard.

Ge Ci stayed far away from that lotus pond and lowered his head in salute. “Your Third Highness.”

Yin Cai raised a brow and saw Lian Xuehe’s false soul suddenly dart in front of Ge Ci with great enthusiasm.

That look did not resemble someone being coerced into giving medicinal blood at all.

Lian Xuehe’s expression darkened slightly. “This is bad.”

024 also grew nervous. 【What is it? What is it?!】

Yin Cai was just watching these two low mountains and foul waters meet noise with ridicule when he saw the false soul stretch out a claw and viciously slap Ge Ci across the face, then drift back while muttering.

【Want to hit him. Want to hit him…】

Yin Cai: “?”

Lian Xuehe clasped his right wrist with his left hand. “I don’t know if it’s because I’m affected by the original owner’s remaining vicious consciousness, but the moment I see Ge Ci, I subconsciously want to slap him.”

024 was shocked and hurriedly tried to help its host solve his worries. 【You’re too modest. Is there any chance this is simply your true nature?】

Lian Xuehe: “…………”

Lian Xuehe beckoned to Ge Ci and said mildly, “Physician Ge, why are you standing so far away? Are you planning to diagnose my pulse through a suspended thread? Don’t worry. I’ve always been generous. I won’t take back what I’ve already given away.”

Ge Ci: “…”

Ge Ci ground his teeth, then came forward to check Lian Xuehe’s pulse.

Lian Xingsong had a strange temper, and the newly transmigrated Lian Xuehe was no easy target either. Ge Ci resentfully cursed this person to hurry up and die, die, die. His spiritual thread circled through the meridians, and suddenly he raised a brow in surprise.

A poison curse?

Although it was concealed by Ziwei aura, Ge Ci spotted that strange “Flowers Born from Bone” at a glance.

Hahaha. Retribution.

Seeing Ge Ci’s mood improve greatly, Lian Xuehe knew he did not have long to live and said with a smile, “Look how happy our Physician Ge is. Anyone who didn’t know better would think Zhiji Tower was holding a funeral feast tonight.”

Ge Ci: “…………”

Ge Ci restrained his smile. “Those words are unlucky. There is nothing seriously wrong with Your Highness’s body.”

Lian Xuehe raised a brow. “Of course I’ll live a long life of a hundred years. I was talking about that medicinal human whose life won’t last much longer. What did Physician Ge hear instead?”

“Nothing.” Ge Ci felt that this person had been strange since yesterday. His elder brother had reminded him not to offend him, so he could only hold back his anger and say, “That medicinal human suffered severe injuries. His spine is broken, and five of his nine spiritual bones are destroyed. Although his skin looks perfectly intact, his divine soul is gone, and only one breath is supporting him. No medicine or stone can cure him.”

Lian Xuehe had spent years immersed in the business world, matching wits and courage with a group of old foxes. Naturally, he could hear that Ge Ci had another motive behind these words. “He really can’t be saved?”

“Yes.”

Lian Xuehe looked thoughtful. “That’s troublesome. I was still waiting to use his blood as medicine.”

Ge Ci indeed took the bait. “How about this? I’ll take this medicinal human away first, then ask my elder brother to find a new medicinal human and send it over for Your Highness to use in medicine. What do you think?”

“If this medicinal human is already not long for this world, wouldn’t the Manor Lord be losing out in this exchange?”

“Your Highness’s health is what matters.”

Lian Xuehe laughed loudly. Purple-gold true essence transformed into an invisible hand and grabbed Ge Ci by the lapels, forcibly dragging him forward. Because of his smile, his brows and eyes showed an aggressive, dazzling beauty.

Ge Ci froze, actually forgetting to struggle for a moment.

Lian Xuehe lazily patted the side of Ge Ci’s face with the back of his hand. Looking down from above, he said with a smile, “Ge Shaorang, you want to exchange a treasure capable of bringing someone back from the dead for a medicinal human Shuncheng Manor can find anywhere? Do you take me for a fool?”

Ge Ci’s heart jumped. He lowered his eyes and did not look at him. “I have no such intention.”

Lian Xuehe had no intention of tearing all pretenses apart with him right now. Smiling, he released his hand. Before Ge Ci could smooth the wrinkles in his lapels, the medicinal fragrance on Lian Xuehe’s body, mixed with lotus scent, rushed over him.

“I said just now that I won’t take back what I’ve already given away. But if anyone dares covet what belongs to me, I’ll make him kneel, beg, and offer it up with both hands.”

Such a short sentence made Lian Xuehe’s breathing break into several fragments. Clearly, he would not live much longer.

Ge Ci inhaled silently, feeling immense tolerance toward a dying man. “Your Highness’s fate is noble, and you will live a long life. Naturally, there is nothing you cannot do.”

Lian Xuehe smiled. “There’s no need for Physician Ge to worry about that. I don’t even ask to live to a hundred. Seven days is enough. That’s enough time for the idiot coveting my things to kneel before me, kowtow a thousand times, and then die to atone for his crimes. I can just happen to die smiling on the seventh day after my enemy’s death. That would be a joyous funeral, and we’d even save on firecrackers.”

Ge Ci: “…………”

Ge Ci secretly sneered.

This person was no longer that glorious, infinitely brilliant Lord Zhiji of the past. His parents, relatives, teachers, and classmates had all severed ties with him, and even his twin younger brother no longer cared about him. Who would help him?

Who didn’t know how to make threats?

Ge Ci was too lazy to argue with a dying man. After casually flattering him a few times, he presented a gilded invitation from his sleeve. On it were the words “Obeying Heaven, Fulfilling Its Will.”

“I came today specifically to deliver an invitation to Your Highness. Tomorrow is Shuncheng Manor’s Heavenly Dao Festival. The Manor Lord invites Your Highness to honor him with your presence at Butian Tower.”

After having dragged Ge Ci through the mud, Lian Xuehe finally picked up the dignity that had been swept onto the ground and slapped it back onto his own face. Once again, he was the dignified and elegant Third Highness.

“All right. I accept.”

Ge Ci turned to leave. After thinking it over, he was still too angry to let it go. “Judging from Your Highness’s pulse, you did not take medicine last night. Let me offer you one piece of advice: if you wish to live longer, you had best not stop taking that superior medicinal blood.”

Lian Xuehe held the invitation between two fingers and looked at it carelessly without raising his head. “Let me advise you too. Don’t casually advise others, and don’t take yourself too seriously.”

Ge Ci: “…”

Ge Ci suffered another round of anger and left with a sweep of his sleeve.

Lian Xuehe held the heavy invitation, his fingertip brushing over the three characters “Heavenly Dao Festival” written in golden ink. Thoughtfully, he said, “I remember that the first dungeon at the start of Legend of Changfeng was called 【Disaster Festival】?”

024: 【Yes.】

In the background setting of Legend of Changfeng, the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Heavens had shattered, and natural disasters occurred frequently throughout the Three Realms. Only the Heaven-Mending Stone could repair the Heavenly Dao and end the disasters and heavenly punishment.

Unfortunately, the Heaven-Mending Stone had shattered and scattered everywhere.

In the lands of Hongpan, the Saint was supreme. Every prefecture had a Ziwei aura barrier from the royal family guarding it, blocking natural disasters and protecting the common people.

On the ninth day of the sixth month, Shuntian Prefecture held a Heavenly Dao sacrifice, praying for the Heavenly Dao’s protection and the dissolution of disasters.

Just as the entire city was offering sacrifice to the Heavenly Dao, heavenly fire capable of destroying heaven and earth descended. For some unknown reason, the supposedly indestructible Ziwei barrier was actually shattered by the first meteorite.

Heavenly fire blanketed the sky and turned the entire Shuntian Prefecture into a sea of flames. More than a thousand ordinary people died unnatural deaths.

Among them was Ling Changfeng’s younger sister, Ling Fuyao.

When Ling Changfeng was young, his parents had died tragically in a natural disaster. Even though he was mistreated by his clan relatives, he always kept a pure heart, thinking only of making something of himself and letting his younger sister live a good life.

During this Heavenly Dao Festival, the last blood relative he had in the world was burned alive by heavenly fire. From then on, Ling Changfeng set foot on the path of saving the world and mending the heavens.

Lian Xuehe said, “The heavenly fire comes tomorrow at midnight?”

024: 【Correct.】

Tao Xiao frowned as he looked at the invitation. “Your Highness, Ge Yu is gravely ill. Eight or nine times out of ten, he has his eyes on our medicinal human. Tomorrow’s Heavenly Dao Festival probably won’t be simple. Are you really going?”

Lian Xuehe closed the invitation and said mildly, “I’m going.”

How else would he know what grand performance those two brothers were putting on?

Yin Cai watched coldly from the side, lowering his eyes to look at Lian Xuehe’s unconsciously trembling hand. As if he had thought of something, the corner of his lips curled slightly.

At first, Lian Xuehe did not understand what Ge Ci meant by, “If you wish to live longer, you had best not stop taking that superior medicinal blood.”

Until that afternoon, when Lian Xuehe was lying drowsily on the couch. A blazing wave of soreness and numbness slowly climbed up from his waist and abdomen, rising to his heart like fireworks, then exploding into a sharp, tingling pleasure that spread through all his limbs and bones.

…Lian Xuehe was forcefully pleasured awake.

His entire body was slick with sweat, and his thin inner robe was soaked through.

The world spun before his eyes. The size of everything in existence went out of control. The jade pendant hanging from the bed curtain was bigger than the sky, while the brocade quilt seemed so small it could only cover the backs of his feet.

The corners of Lian Xuehe’s eyes were faintly red as he gasped with difficulty. “What… is happening to me?”

024 explained: 【Yin Cai’s constitution is special. Lian Xingsong used his blood in medicine and took it for an entire month. Today, you suddenly stopped drinking it. This is your body’s withdrawal reaction.】

Lian Xuehe: “…”

What kind of broken side effect was this? In a cultivation fantasy world where people could fly through the sky and escape into the earth, shouldn’t it keep up with the times?

In the original novel, Yin Cai’s blood contained spiritual power and life force, and it was extremely overbearing. Only by slowly reducing the amount could dependence on it be eased. It would take a month to completely stop the medicine.

Now that the medicinal blood had been cut off so abruptly, Lian Xuehe’s meridians shook violently, and his head felt as if it were splitting apart. With 95% of the pain blocked, what remained was an indescribable soreness, swelling, and faint prickling.

…It was like scratching the skin on one’s calf until it had broken but not yet bled, then getting hit with 45-degree hot water during a bath—the kind of sensation only a masochist could enjoy.

That pleasure came flooding overwhelmingly, but once pleasure went too far and could not be relieved, it became unbearable torture.

Lian Xuehe curled up, barely alive as he waited for the wave to pass.

Seeing him suffer so much, 024 chose the method that would solve the problem best. 【Why not go take medicinal blood again? Anyway, you’ve already offended Yin Cai. One more time won’t make a difference. When the time comes, his memory will be erased, and the villain won’t remember.】

Lian Xuehe shook his head weakly. “No.”

024: 【Then you’ll have to suffer the entire night.】

Lian Xuehe closed his eyes and still said, “No. Unless I die.”

024 knew its host had the temper of a donkey, so it could only consume another bit of energy and block 97% of his pain.

This time, Lian Xuehe nearly moaned out loud. Trembling, he cursed, “If you’re going to block it, then block all of it. Can you not leave a tiny bit? Are you treating me like a masochist you’re training?!”

024 hurriedly stopped moving.

Lian Xuehe did not even have the strength to curse anymore. His whole body was trembling in fine, dense waves as he lay on the couch, weakly gasping.

Just as he was being tortured into a daze, a medicinal fragrance drifted faintly at the tip of his nose.

Lian Xuehe’s body stiffened. Instinctively attracted by that scent, he turned his head hazily to look.

The medicine attendant puppet was placed in the bedroom and was no different from a large piece of furniture, silent and utterly lacking presence. At this moment, it was standing by the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of medicinal blood in its hands.

The medicinal blood seemed to have just been taken. It was thick and fishy. Usually, Lian Xuehe would have vomited just from smelling it, but now he felt that the blood carried threads of sweetness, tempting him to drink it down at once.

The “false soul” suddenly sprang out, staring at the blood in Yin Cai’s hands with reddened eyes.

【Want to eat, want to eat, want to eat…】

Yet Lian Xuehe was the complete opposite of the false soul’s urgency. Frowning, he asked, “Where did you get that?”

Tao Xiao had always been obedient and would not pretend to comply while doing the opposite.

The corner of Yin Cai’s lips curled. “Freshly taken from the medicinal human.”

Lian Xuehe’s breath was thread-thin, but his misty eyes were ice-cold. “Who gave you that order?”

Yin Cai’s gaze swept over the false soul.

Its urgency and craving were not hidden at all. This was what Lian Xuehe longed for most deep in his heart.

Beneath the mask, Yin Cai’s face carried a mocking smile, but his tone was gentler than it had ever been as he presented the medicinal blood again. “Master, drinking the medicine will make you feel better. Why be so particular over whether it’s human blood or spirit plants?”

In the Nine Wild Realms, there were many evildoers who drank his blood in an attempt to defy heaven and change their fate. Naturally, Yin Cai knew what those people became once they no longer had his blood—how hideous and ugly they were, abandoning dignity for a single drop of blood, kneeling and begging, even slaughtering each other.

Yin Cai’s gaze fixed on Lian Xuehe’s face, unwilling to miss even the slightest subtle change in his expression.

…Waiting for him to reveal his ugly true colors.