Every Day I’m Reforming My Disciple [Transmigration into a Book] - Chapter 12

“No.”

Han Le spat out one word. She had come to take Liyuan Hong, not to compete with the male lead for the immortal grass.

The old tree seemed not to have expected her to refuse so decisively. It was somewhat displeased and looked at the female lead.

“What about you, little girl?”

“How fun is this place?”

Han Le looked at her in confusion and saw that the other woman seemed quite interested.

“Very fun. It can make you live in drunken bliss and dreamlike pleasure, unwilling to ever leave,” the old tree said somewhat excitedly.

The surrounding smaller trees all let out strange, trembling laughter, their branches shaking nonstop.

Han Le quietly moved a little closer to the female lead, considering how likely it was that they could simply charge out.

“Master, what should we do?” the female lead tilted her head and asked her.

“Will you go, little girl?” The old tree leaned its trunk forward and asked eagerly.

Spiritual energy gathered in Han Qu’s hand. Suddenly, a warm palm held hers and pulled her behind.

“Stay close to me.”

After saying this, Han Le immediately ran to one side. Holding the female lead’s hand, she circulated all the spiritual energy in her body and struck at a tree spirit ahead that looked slightly weaker.

With a bang, the tree spirit was completely unharmed, while Han Le was knocked to the ground by the backlash of her own spiritual energy and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This… was utterly humiliating.

Han Qu had not seemed to expect this outcome either. Her hand was tightly held as she was pulled behind the other woman. Her mind lagged for a few seconds before she was also shaken to the ground. She got up and patted her clothes, her expression somewhat ugly.

“This old man sincerely invited you, yet you refused to appreciate my kindness. Since drunken bliss and dreamlike pleasure have no fate with you, this old man will let you experience what is called hell on earth!”

As the old tree’s furious voice faded, the surrounding sky suddenly turned black. In just a few seconds, her vision was filled with darkness, so dark she could not see her own hand in front of her face.

Han Le endured the pain and climbed up. She felt around her surroundings but touched nothing.

“Disciple?” she called.

No one responded.

“Han Qu?”

Still no response.

The female lead was not beside her?

Before Han Le could think carefully, a burst of dazzling light suddenly appeared. Han Le immediately closed her eyes. In the silent space, the splashing sound of water rang out, followed by slippers lifting and falling into water, whispered conversations, and the sound of lockers being shut.

She slowly opened her eyes. Steaming water vapor filled the air, and the surrounding sounds became clear. She was holding a bath basket in her hands. Ahead of her was a white expanse of skin. A woman who had just changed out of her clothes pushed her from behind, and only then did Han Le react.

She was standing at the entrance leading from the changing room to the bathing area.

Black hair was gathered to one side, revealing jade-white shoulders. A fair back stood straight and graceful, with prominent shoulder blades on either side, full of slender, bony beauty. Her raised hips were round and lustrous, and her straight legs were long and alluring. Water flowed down from the top of her head. Her long, well-defined fingers slipped into her hair, then suddenly stopped.

Han Le had some difficulty breathing. Her eyes were fixed on the other woman’s naked body. All the surrounding sounds vanished from her ears. She took a step forward and tentatively said, “Han Qu?”

A low laugh sounded.

“Master.”

An incomparably beautiful face suddenly enlarged before her eyes. Long fingers gripped her neck tightly, and eerie laughter rang out continuously.

Han Le grabbed her wrist, desperately trying to catch her breath. Her gaze accidentally fell on the other woman’s soft, pale chest. Heat rose in her nose, and blood unexpectedly flowed out.

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Han Le’s eyes suddenly widened, and she struck out with one palm.

The scene around her rapidly changed.

The female lead’s voice rang out. “Han Le?”

She immediately opened her eyes and found herself standing on a stretch of grass. The female lead, Han Qu, stood in front of her, clothed and looking at her.

Han Le immediately touched her own neck. Realizing something, she instantly retreated and put distance between them.

“What did you see?” Han Qu was not surprised by her actions. Instead, she seemed somewhat curious.

Han Le pursed her lips and did not answer. She could not very well say that she had seen the other woman naked and trying to strangle her.

“So that was the hell on earth the tree spirit mentioned?”

Han Qu smiled. “Do you know what an appetizer is?”

“What?”

As soon as the word left Han Le’s mouth, the ground beneath them suddenly collapsed. This time, before Han Le’s mind could react, her legs had already rushed toward the female lead. She grabbed her, and the two of them fell along with the collapsing ground.

Han Qu looked at the other woman running toward her without the slightest hesitation. Her expression was briefly dazed.

It was like a bottomless pit. They kept falling endlessly. Han Le glanced downward. She had originally only been pulling the female lead, but she immediately pressed her whole body against her instead and wrapped both arms tightly around the other woman’s neck.

Han Qu’s entire body instantly tensed. She reached out, wanting to push the other woman away, but a muffled voice sounded from her shoulder.

“Don’t.”

Han Le paused, then said somewhat embarrassingly, “Master’s legs seem a little weak.”

Han Qu: “……”

Was this still the Han Le she knew? Han Qu’s gaze deepened.

The fall continued for more than ten seconds before finally stopping.

Han Le was immediately pushed away by the female lead. Somewhat dazed, she looked around. The world was covered in ice and snow, a vast stretch of white. Tch. She trembled from the cold.

“System, where is this?”

System: “Hell on earth.”

It might as well have said it was temporarily unable to answer.

She looked up and saw the female lead standing on the snow, her expression cold, as if everything around her had no effect on her at all.

But Han Le was not fine. She was shivering from the cold. The wound on her back went from bone-piercing pain to being so frozen that she could not feel it at all. She lifted her eyelids.

“Disciple, come here.”

Han Qu immediately looked at her, her eyes wary. “What does Master need?”

“Come here.”

Her expression was as cold as usual, but from her trembling lips, one could tell that she was probably feeling very unwell right now.

Han Qu walked forward step by step.

The place they were in was an illusory realm. That old tree spirit’s cultivation should be over five thousand years old, allowing it to repeatedly switch the scenes.

If they died here, the old tree spirit could absorb all their essence. Whether it was drunken bliss and dreamlike pleasure or hell on earth, they were all merely methods used to drive people to death.

Looking at Han Le curled up on the ground, Han Qu thought: why not just let her die here?

No. That kind of death would be far too cheap for her!

Han Le watched her slowly approach, then reached out and grabbed her.

Holy crap. Why was the female lead’s body so warm?

She had been frozen miserably, yet the other woman was completely fine. Was this the so-called female lead halo?

“Let go.” She actually dared to repeatedly use opportunities like this to humiliate her. Han Qu’s eyes were filled with displeasure.

Han Le had one hand clenched tightly into a fist, supporting herself on the snow, while her other hand clutched the female lead’s hand. This bit of warmth was not enough—far from enough…

She shakily raised her other hand and pointed at Han Qu.

“You. Take off your clothes and give them to me…”

For warmth.

Before she could say the final two words, the female lead angrily flung her away.

“Han Le, open your eyes and look clearly. I am not Shi Yingying. If you use another excuse to humiliate me again, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

By the end, her eyes were full of icy sharpness.

Han Le pursed her lips. Thinking back to what she had just said, it did seem somewhat inappropriate. Forget it. At a time like this, it was better not to anger the other woman further and invite suffering upon herself.

She closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, and circulated the little spiritual energy remaining in her body to drive away the cold.

Seeing that she made no further move, Han Qu unexpectedly felt a strange sense of disappointment.

She looked away and surveyed the surroundings. Everything was a vast expanse of white. To leave the illusory realm alive, they had to find the guardian spirit inside it that was continuously supplying spiritual energy to maintain the illusion and kill it.

Her master, Han Le, should know this.

Her gaze became hazy. Why did she keep feeling that the other woman was becoming more and more different from the one in her memories? Was it truly because of her rebirth that the people and things around her had changed?

The cold in Han Le’s body faded somewhat. When she opened her eyes, she happened to meet the female lead’s gaze.

“Don’t be afraid. Master knows how to get out.”

Thinking the other woman was worried, Han Le deliberately comforted her.

Han Qu turned her face away and no longer looked at her. She walked a few steps forward, then stopped.

“I am not afraid.”

She turned her head. “But Master, how should we get out?”

Han Le stood. In the original novel, after the female lead died from having her heart dug out by the original owner, the male lead went alone to the snowy mountain to search for an item that could revive her. The first ordeal he encountered was this illusory realm.

However, his experience in the illusory realm was far worse than theirs.

In the end, he escaped by accidentally killing the guardian spirit inside the illusory realm.

Han Le walked toward the female lead.

All guardian spirits inside illusory realms shared one common hobby: they liked watching prey struggle in their final moments before death.

And also…

Han Qu’s pupils widened. In disbelief, she lowered her eyes and looked at the hand gripping her neck.

“Han Qu, my disciple. Master has long found you unpleasant.”

Companions killing each other.