I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 20

Early the next morning, Yan Yu, who was severely sleep-deprived, was woken by a burst of noise.

Perhaps because it had been raining continuously these past two days and dampness had entered her body, combined with too little sleep, when she got up, she felt that all four limbs were terribly heavy. She had only sat up a little too quickly, yet she started coughing nonstop again.

She took a handkerchief, covered her mouth, and coughed for a while. Only after the symptoms eased a little did she turn over and get out of bed.

By the time she got up, washed, and finished tidying herself, more than ten minutes had passed, yet no one had come to knock and urge her. Thinking about it, Yan Yu felt something was not quite right.

She opened the door and happened to run into a maidservant hurriedly walking outside, so she quickly called out to her.

“Did something happen?” Yan Yu looked around. “Where are they? Aren’t we setting off today?”

“Something did happen, but we aren’t clear on the details either.” The maidservant answered her. “I only heard from the sisters who woke early that today, the sun rose from the west.”

“The west?”

“Yes. A strange phenomenon has descended from heaven. We don’t know whether it is fortune or disaster. The Valley Master is currently holding a meeting with the elders in the Starwatching Pavilion.” The maidservant seemed to suddenly remember something. “Right, please come with me quickly. The Valley Master said that once you woke up, I should bring you over as soon as possible.”

Yan Yu nodded, closed the door behind her, and quickly followed the maidservant.

As they passed a locust tree with withered yellow leaves, she suddenly remembered the words on the golden leaf that had fallen from the unknown tree in her Soul Domain.

When the sun rises in the west, the demon blade descends into the world. The goddess shall wield the blade and eliminate the scourge.

It seemed that tree was a prophecy tree.

The sun rising in the west should be referring to today.

As for the so-called “demon blade”…

Yan Yu remembered that in the original book, the male lead seemed to have had a weapon called the Demon-Slaying Blade. Its main function was to slay evil spirits, which also matched the word “scourge.”

Evil-spirit transformation generally occurred in two situations. The first was when someone cultivated forbidden spiritual arts or mental sutras and voluntarily fell into demonic corruption. This type of evil spirit generally possessed the ability to think, usually had a higher Beast Arts rank, and was highly dangerous. The second was when someone, during the process of cultivating spiritual arts, advanced too recklessly, causing their own soul power to break free of control and forcing them into demonic corruption. Most of this type of evil spirit lacked self-awareness and emotional control. They would only follow instinct, like zombies, and continuously launch indiscriminate attacks on those around them.

Evil-spirit transformation could occur in both Beast Arts Masters and Beast Souls. Most of them did not move in groups. They preferred traveling alone, fed on the soul power of Beast Souls and Beast Arts Masters, lay dormant during the day, and appeared at night.

The greatest characteristic of evil spirits was that the miasma on their bodies was poisonous. If ordinary people inhaled high concentrations of miasma for a long time, there was a chance their soul power would run wild and they would be assimilated into evil spirits.

Another characteristic was their extremely powerful self-regeneration ability. Even if their heads were cut off, they could immediately grow a new one. If ordinary Beast Arts Masters wanted to completely eliminate them, they needed to use high-level fire spiritual arts and burn the heart where their crystal core was hidden into ashes.

At times like this, the advantages of the Demon-Slaying Blade became clear.

Wounds cut by the Demon-Slaying Blade would continuously burn the nearby skin and tissue, causing the body’s owner to uncontrollably leak soul power. So if it were used to sever an evil spirit’s limbs, it could delay or even prevent their self-regeneration.

Moreover, it could also cut through non-physical spiritual arts, including the miasma around evil spirits. In summary, this blade was practically the bane of evil spirits.

Since the original author had set it up to be such a “golden finger,” it was clearly prepared specifically for the male lead.

However, after Guo Lu successfully escaped from prison last time, Yan Yu temporarily still did not know where exactly he had fled. But one thing was certain: his next move would not stray too far from the original plot.

The final task assigned to him by the system was to become this world’s…

There were less than two years until the empress’s succession. Although Yan Yu’s previous actions had caused the original plotline to deviate, the goals of the male lead and the system would not change.

If he wanted to become empress, he had to get rid of his useless constitution. But without Jiwu and the Soul Domain, those two golden fingers that had played decisive roles in the early stage, what would he do…

Yan Yu was so absorbed in thought that she did not even notice they had arrived. Her ears completely ignored the maidservant’s warning, and she walked straight toward the door pillar.

“Sister.” One second before she hit the pillar, an icy hand pulled her back.

Yan Yu lowered her head to find the owner of the voice. The girl was wrapped in a white dress. Her short white hair was fluffy and soft, cut straight to the corners of her mouth, with thick blunt bangs that just pressed above her eyebrows. Beneath the short hair, two small braids as thick as little fingers were left longer, like jellyfish tentacles, hanging all the way to her waist.

She was only as tall as Yan Yu’s chest, with a very small frame. Her neck was probably about as thick as a human ankle. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were a clean white, and her clear blue eyes were wide open, like glass beads one could play with in the palm of the hand, carrying an unreal, hollow feeling.

Yan Yu immediately matched her to a character from the book based on her features: Xueji, one of the Five Lesser Guardians.

On the outside, she looked like a delicate, harmless porcelain doll. In reality, she was the one among the five with the greatest destructive power and highest danger rating.

“Thank you.” Yan Yu could tell that Xueji had pulled her back to stop her from blindly crashing into the pillar.

Xueji’s eyes were very large, about the same as an exaggeratedly designed doll’s, taking up a large proportion of her face. At this moment, she was looking at Yan Yu with those eyes, innocent and pure, curving them into a sweet smile.

“No need to thank me, Sister.”

She looked like an obedient girl who knew nothing of the world, with an adorable face and a sweet smile. But the more she was like this, the more Yan Yu panicked.

One had to know that this person’s smile was not exactly an auspicious sign.

“Xueji, go inside.” Ruan Yuemin, wearing a white robe, came out from the inner room and knocked Xueji on the head, her tone strict. “I already warned you in advance about the things you shouldn’t do.”

Yan Yu did not know what they had discussed beforehand, but at least Xueji still listened to Ruan Yuemin.

She somewhat unwillingly released Yan Yu’s hand. “I know, Sister Ruan.”

“Go in.” Ruan Yuemin moved aside and waited until she had watched Xueji obediently enter before glancing sideways at Yan Yu.

Yan Yu raised her head and met her eyes, lightly nodding as a greeting. “The maidservant said the Valley Master wanted me to come over?”

Ruan Yuemin’s gaze swept over the Red Stone pendant at her waist, her expression clear with understanding. “Come in. We were only waiting for you.”

…

Today’s strange events were not limited to the sun rising from the west. Just after seven o’clock, a maidservant discovered something glowing orange circling back and forth in the sky.

Miutan in the valley understood a little astrology. When she got up in the morning, she divined a hexagram, but the astrolabe was strange, and she could not analyze the specifics. She only knew that a great change was indeed about to happen soon, and that this change might be related to Yin Beiqing.

“Is that the legendary falling star?” Teng Jingjie had the air of someone who would not care even if the sky collapsed. She leaned lazily against the railing of the starwatching platform, eating a piece of pastry in her hand at leisure.

This platform was built eighteen floors high. Around the edges were railings that only reached about waist height. Although it was called a starwatching platform, aside from its high geographical position, it was no different from an ordinary rooftop. Its main feature was the open view.

Yin Beiqing glanced at Yan Yu, who had just entered, and crooked a finger at her, signaling her to come over.

Yan Yu nodded and walked over to stand beside her.

“Can the goddess tell what that thing is?”

She really was treating Yan Yu like an encyclopedia now. Yan Yu smiled bitterly. “How could I see it clearly?”

The orange light was flying in the sky, with a long tail trailing behind it. Aside from its strange flight path, it did indeed look similar to a meteor.

In other words, the “falling star” Teng Jingjie mentioned.

“Teng Jingjie.” Yin Beiqing called her name.

The bandaged person who had been called was frowning as she wiped pastry crumbs from her body. She answered absentmindedly, “Little goddess, wait. I’ll make you a starwatching instrument.”

She unwrapped the bandages on her right hand, exposing an arm covered in scars. With her left thumb hooked against her ring finger, she formed a hand seal. The spiritual art was cast with extreme casualness.

Then Yan Yu saw the bones beneath Teng Jingjie’s skin begin twisting at bizarre angles. It was clearly flesh and blood, yet it made crisp mechanical clicking sounds. With a bang, the part from Teng Jingjie’s elbow to her fingertips expanded open. The place where her forearm had originally grown turned into a section of yellow-bronze axe. The axe handle was even thicker than Yan Yu’s thigh, and the sharp axe blade stopped about two centimeters from her neck.

The wind blew open the long hair scattered over Yan Yu’s shoulder. The instant the black strands touched the sharp axe blade, they were cut into two.

It could be said that as long as Teng Jingjie’s hand “slipped” slightly, Yan Yu’s head would separate from her body in the next second.

Yan Yu: Your family’s starwatching instruments look like this?

Author’s Note:

As everyone knows, the relationships between colleagues in our Langdie Valley have always been very harmonious. thumbs up