I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 21

Beast Arts Masters who rose to A-rank all possessed spiritual arts unique to their own system. Those were their exclusive secret arts, something outsiders could not copy. But Teng Jingjie was a bug. Her function was copying. Whether spiritual arts or physical objects, as long as she had seen it before, she could replicate it by changing the tissue structure of her right hand.

“Ah, sorry, sorry.” Teng Jingjie laughed dryly twice. “My hand slipped and made the wrong thing. I’ll change it for you.”

Yan Yu could not laugh at all. She silently retreated two large steps and made a “please” gesture toward her.

Then, under everyone’s eyes, Teng Jingjie’s right arm made a series of creaking sounds, only to suddenly “draw out” a three-to-four-chi-long… rocket launcher?

Yan Yu was certain she had not seen wrong. She had once seen weapons in military documentaries that looked almost the same as the one in Teng Jingjie’s hand.

“Hahaha, truly sorry. This little cannon mouth from the Youqi family is too useful. I couldn’t resist taking it out to show off.” She narrowed her eyes and smiled, though there was not much sincerity in it. “I’ll change it again for you.”

A single-soldier rocket launcher had fast short-range firing speed and dealt area explosion damage with enormous destructive power. Calling it a “little cannon mouth” was truly excessively modest.

The Youqi family Teng Jingjie mentioned sounded very familiar to Yan Yu. The Mountain-Splitting Axe in Guo Lu’s hands earlier had also been made by them.

Most members of this family were ordinary humans. The few Beast Arts Masters they had did not possess high soul power levels either. But for them to have a place and gain high prestige in this society where soul power reigned supreme, they definitely had their own irreplaceable exclusive skill.

When most people still needed cold weapons for martial support, they had already researched a forging method that integrated fire-element and earth-element spiritual arts into weapons, creating new-century weapons that overturned people’s worldview and understanding.

For example, the cannons stationed on the walls of their family’s base. A single shot had power equal to a full-force spiritual-art attack from a Special-rank Beast Arts Master.

On the battlefield, Beast Arts Masters still had to consider physical strength, endurance, and the speed of forming hand seals when casting spiritual arts. But the Youqi family’s weapons did not need any of that. With a simple press of a switch, they could completely pulverize spiritual-art attacks that others had spent years, or even decades, studying.

After “humiliating” countless Beast Arts Masters who came to provoke them in this way, the Youqi family’s reputation thoroughly spread. But they did not open their doors because of that. Even if the empress wanted to borrow weapons, she needed to apply in advance, let alone ordinary people wanting to buy from them.

In the end, Teng Jingjie used this bug-like ability to copy weapons that others could not buy even if they wanted to, then showed them off everywhere.

Yan Yu finally understood why, despite Yin Beiqing’s terrifying legend of fighting a hundred people alone spreading outside, countless Beast Arts Masters still charged up Langdie Valley every year to assassinate her.

Mainly because there were not many people in this valley who made others feel at ease when doing things.

Teng Jingjie, who had teased Yan Yu twice, was laughing happily when she suddenly received a death stare from her boss.

“Yo, nearly delayed proper business.” She patted her head and finally changed into a reliable object.

An alloy tube body, three chi long, with high-quality Pose glass lenses. This was a starwatching instrument that was very popular on the market, but also frighteningly expensive.

Of course, no matter how expensive something was, when it came to Teng Jingjie, it could only be freeloaded.

“Come on, little goddess.” Teng Jingjie raised her “right arm” before Yan Yu’s eyes. “You’re familiar with falling stars. You look.”

Yan Yu narrowed one eye and looked through the starwatching instrument that she was more accustomed to calling a “telescope.”

Unexpectedly, the precision of this starwatching instrument was not low. By gently turning the buckle ring on the side, one could switch magnification levels and see very clearly.

It seemed that the Jin Kingdom’s manufacturing technology far exceeded her imagination.

“How is it? Is this falling star a disaster star or a fortunate star? Where is it heading?”

Under normal circumstances, Yan Yu could not possibly know the answers to these questions. She could not understand astrology at all. She had only been pushed onto the stage and forced in front of this starwatching instrument.

But the thing flying in the sky was actually the same as the unrealistic guess she had had in her mind earlier.

“It isn’t a falling star. That’s a sword.”

“What did you say?” Teng Jingjie hurriedly withdrew it and leaned in to look herself.

The mysterious sphere from earlier had, at some unknown point, shed the orange light of its outer shell, revealing its true form inside.

It really was as Yan Yu had said.

A sword?

A sword flying in the sky?

More people crowded around Teng Jingjie, seeming curious about this flying sword.

Yan Yu, silent beside them, was mentally storming through other matters.

In the original book, that Demon-Slaying Blade had been pulled out by Guo Lu. But in the current situation, there was no way she could let a golden finger delivered right before her eyes slip away.

However, according to what the prophecy tree said, aside from Guo Lu, it seemed that only the legendary goddess could pull out that sword.

Where was she supposed to find the real goddess?

Everyone was pointing at and discussing the sword enthusiastically when Miutan, who had not shown herself all morning, hurried over.

“Valley Master!” She hesitated and glanced at the person beside Yin Beiqing. “I have something to report to you.”

Yin Beiqing moved her gaze back from the sky and glanced at her, understanding immediately. “All of you go out first. Miutan and I have something to discuss.”

“Yes, Valley Master.” Everyone followed Ruan Yuemin’s steps and left.

Yin Beiqing turned around and rested her arm on the railing, her posture lazy. “Speak. What is it?”

“Previously, I told you that after the goddess appeared, your fate chart changed.”

“Mm.”

“After what happened this morning, I had a bad feeling, so I calculated it again for you.”

Yin Beiqing wound a strand of long hair that had fallen over her shoulder around her finger, looking absentminded. “What does it say? Is it good or bad?”

“Earlier, when I interpreted this fate chart, I said your change should be half joy and half worry. But now, it may be… leaning more toward the latter.” As Miutan spoke, she observed Yin Beiqing’s expression, appearing somewhat cautious.

Since ancient times, the strong had usually refused to believe in fate. They always had the confidence to defy heaven and change their destiny. But she knew Yin Beiqing was different. She believed more than anyone in things being destined, sometimes even to the point of obsession.

But this time, she did not show the loss of control or irritability Miutan had expected. She only nodded very lightly. “I understand. You may withdraw. When you go out, help me call Yan Yu in.”

“All right.”

Yin Beiqing called only Yan Yu alone. After Yan Yu entered, Miutan very “considerately” closed the door behind her.

Yan Yu walked forward two steps and saw that Yin Beiqing had actually taken off her shoes. She was stepping on the railing, her arms spread wide, eyes tightly closed, in a posture that could easily be misunderstood as wanting to seek death.

“It’s too dangerous up there. Come down.”

Yin Beiqing ignored her advice. Instead, she started a topic on her own. “You said you are the goddess, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Then what the ancient book said—that you can foresee things a hundred years into the future—is also true?” Yin Beiqing turned around. The wind swept up her long hair and clothes, making them wave in the air. She raised her chin high and looked at the sky, like a butterfly that could spread its wings and fly at any moment.

“What do you want to know?” Yan Yu kept her tone steady.

She sensed that Yin Beiqing’s emotions seemed a little off. It was a terrifying kind of calm, an extremely unhealthy suppression.

Had Miutan said something to her just now?

Miutan was skilled in astrology. Yan Yu believed in modern science and did not understand the ins and outs of this field. But Miutan had indeed accurately calculated a few minor disasters and misfortunes for Yin Beiqing before, allowing her to avoid them in advance. So Yan Yu probably still held an attitude of better safe than sorry.

“Can you see my ending?” Yin Beiqing’s gaze lowered from the heights. The depths of her eyes held a complexity Yan Yu could not see through.

For one instant, Yan Yu had the thought of saying some lucky, pleasant words to Yin Beiqing to dispel the worries in her heart.

But the moment she met those eyes, the words by her lips changed on their own.

“Yes. You have a death tribulation.”

She could not lie.

Not in front of this person.

Yan Yu saw Yin Beiqing laugh very softly and murmur, “So it’s like that.”

In the original book, after Yin Beiqing met Guo Lu, the male lead, her misfortune gradually began.

First, the trusted people around her sacrificed themselves and left one by one. Then she lost her prestige, and Langdie Valley disbanded. After that, in order to save Guo Lu, the great villain cut off her right arm, the one engraved with Guilian’s Beast Mark, causing her spiritual arts to decline greatly.

However, after Yin Beiqing had given all of this, thinking that she could finally obtain so-called true love, reality struck her heavily over the head.

She caught Guo Lu meeting a young and beautiful princess in secret beneath the moon. The sweet words that had once been familiar were now spoken to another woman.

Their tightly held hands were the final straw that crushed her.

And so, she fell into demonic corruption, becoming the evil spirit she had once despised and scorned the most. She became a slave to her emotions, like a mindless walking corpse that only knew to mechanically hunt and feed.

There were countless species in this world, yet not a single person stood on her side anymore. Near the end, Yin Beiqing finally experienced what her father, before being executed by lingchi, had gone through: what kind of despair and loneliness that had been. But the original author’s writing had stopped abruptly there.

The “Yin Beiqing” in the original book would never be able to wait for her happy ending.

But now, things were different.

“Your death tribulation is a man.” Yan Yu raised her hand, and the clinking bracelets rang softly around her wrist. Her slightly cool fingertips finally stopped on Yin Beiqing’s cheek. Although the other party happened to bend down a little, Yan Yu still had to stand on tiptoe to barely reach her. Even so, she still tried hard to lift her head so her words could be conveyed better. “But his death tribulation is me.”

Her eyes stared unblinkingly at Yin Beiqing. “I said before, I will make you become empress and receive the reverence of the people.”

What the author could not give Yin Beiqing, she could give.

She wanted to give it.

She had to give it.

She wanted to personally see Yin Beiqing, amid the cries of “Long live the empress,” put on the golden crown and sit upon the throne that should have belonged to her from the beginning.

“Yan Yu.” This was the first time Yan Yu had heard Yin Beiqing call her name in such a serious tone. “Do not casually promise me anything.”

Because if those words came from this person’s mouth, she really would believe them.

Author’s Note:

The original book and this plot are opposites! Not a single person from our “loving and harmonious” Langdie Valley will die! It won’t disband either! Sister Yin’s arm must stay! The stinky male lead won’t get the throne and will be despised by everyone! tui