I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 22

“I’m serious.” Yan Yu showed not the slightest intention of backing down.

“Very well.”

Yin Beiqing suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her up onto the railing as well. The sudden feeling of her body hanging in the air made Yan Yu’s face change drastically. She stretched out her arms, wanting to grab something in midair to steady herself. Just as she was about to lose her balance, a hand finally landed on her waist.

“You should know what happens if you betray me.” Yin Beiqing hugged her tightly from behind. Whether because the wind was too strong or for some other reason, her voice sounded a little trembling. “Even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I will personally cut you to pieces.”

The muscles in Yan Yu’s back tightened, but she still nodded with a sincere expression. “I know.”

“You’re not afraid?” Yin Beiqing was somewhat surprised.

“I am.” She steadied her voice, trying to make it sound as calm as possible. “But I will never betray you.”

…

“It’s falling! It’s falling!” Someone suddenly looked up at the sky and shouted.

Drawn by the voice, Yan Yu also raised her head. Only then did she know what the thing that person said was falling actually was.

“This sword is very important.” Yan Yu patted Yin Beiqing’s hand to signal her to let go, then pointed at the falling longsword. “Chase after it. Don’t let it fall into someone else’s hands.”

At first, the Demon-Slaying Blade had fallen into Guo Lu’s possession. Later, because of his carelessness, it had fallen into the hands of the great villain in the book.

Yin Beiqing’s right arm had been cut off by that great villain using this very sword.

If not for this sword, Yin Beiqing would not have lost to her. So this thing would be safest in the hands of one of their own.

“This direction… it’s heading toward the back mountain.” Yin Beiqing was not anxious.

“Go.” Yan Yu tugged at her sleeve in exasperation. “Hurry.”

“You know the origin of that sword?” Yin Beiqing flipped down from the railing, her movements still unhurried.

Yan Yu was so anxious now that she wished Yin Beiqing would do what she had done before, wordlessly throw her over her shoulder like a sandbag, and fly away.

But why did this person always like saying useless things at critical moments!

“Yes, I know. Can we go now?”

“Yes.” Yin Beiqing lightly curled her lips and wrapped an arm around Yan Yu’s waist, pulling her into her embrace. With a light tap of her bare toes, she leapt straight down from the high platform.

The feeling of weightlessness made Yan Yu’s scalp go numb. She bit her lip hard to hold back a scream. With no room to care about avoiding suspicion or maintaining distance, she gripped Yin Beiqing’s shoulders tightly with both hands, wishing she could bury her head into Yin Beiqing’s body before feeling at ease.

With a constitution that could make her vomit even on a pirate ship ride, exactly how long could she survive beside this madwoman?

Fortunately, Yin Beiqing seemed to still have a little remaining humanity. Sensing that the person in her arms had gone as stiff as a block of wood, she slowed down slightly.

Yan Yu finally managed to open her eyes and take a breath. She did not dare look beneath her feet. Her gaze followed the orange light drawn by the sword and landed on a spot in the back mountain.

“There.” She pointed it out for Yin Beiqing. After pointing, she remembered that it was not as if Yin Beiqing had no eyes. There was no need for her reminder.

Yin Beiqing nodded, changed direction, and found a place nearby to land, setting Yan Yu down.

Langdie Valley’s back mountain was rarely visited under ordinary circumstances. However, a piece of land had been specially set aside here to pile up corpses.

Yes, that was right.

Although Yin Beiqing’s terrifying reputation as the Living Yama had spread far and wide, there was still no lack of proud and arrogant people rushing over to deliver their heads.

Without exception, all challengers eventually turned into piles of white bones. This Manren Slope on the back mountain was their final destination.

Yin Beiqing had even specially erected an enormous stone monument here. Every time she killed someone, she would carve one mark into it. By now, it was already “covered in wounds.”

No, not covered in wounds.

Wounded upon wounds.

Because at this very moment, the Demon-Slaying Blade was stuck straight into the middle of the tombstone. The smoke and sparks produced by high-speed friction lingered for a long time without dispersing.

“This is… a c-curse?” A maidservant hid slightly behind her companion.

Wasn’t it? Beneath the tombstone were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of corpses and ghosts. Yet this sword had not landed earlier or later, but had instead struck precisely on top of it.

According to a normal person’s thinking, this was divine punishment for committing too many evil deeds.

“Shh, don’t talk nonsense.” Her companion immediately covered her mouth.

Yin Beiqing looked rather calm. “What profound insight does the goddess have?”

Yan Yu took a step back, avoiding the choking smoke and dust as she coughed lightly. Only after her breath finally smoothed out a little did she open her mouth and say something shocking.

“This is an auspicious omen.”

“Oh? There is such an auspicious omen?” Yin Beiqing became interested. She crossed her arms and tilted her head to look at her.

“The sun rising from the west symbolizes the beginning of a new era.” Yan Yu nodded and began spouting nonsense with a perfectly serious expression. “I wonder if you have noticed, but the direction this tombstone faces is precisely the west. And this sword landing here represents this meaning: the hardships and trials you once suffered will all become the weapon with which you cut through thorns and brambles.”

The maidservants nearby were stunned by her bluffing. At first listen, those words seemed a little unrealistic. But if one thought carefully, there really were no flaws to pick out.

“In summary, this sword is a divine sword that can help you accomplish great things.” Yan Yu felt that if she could not continue in her old profession someday, she might not necessarily starve if she became a salesperson.

Yin Beiqing nodded slightly and leisurely raised her hands to applaud. “Well said.”

The maidservants also clapped along. The applause was so enthusiastic and crackling that it almost broke Yan Yu’s composure.

Afterward, Yin Beiqing gave Ying Fan, who was standing at the front, a look. The other woman nodded and walked to the sword, preparing to pull it out.

“Hah—”

Under everyone’s gaze, she laughed dryly and rotated her arm. “My hand slipped a little.”

The sword was far heavier than she had imagined. The second time she pulled, she did not take it lightly. She stepped one foot onto the tombstone as a fulcrum, rolled up both sleeves to her arms, gripped the hilt firmly with both hands, sank her qi into her dantian, and suddenly exerted force—

“Ahhhhh!”

After several extremely awkward seconds passed, the veins on Ying Fan’s neck had bulged from shouting, yet the sword still had not moved in the slightest.

Yin Beiqing rubbed her brow in exasperation, then pointed Teng Jingjie over. “She hasn’t eaten enough. You do it.”

Teng Jingjie walked over, smiled, and patted Ying Fan’s shoulder, telling her to move aside. She twisted her neck. Her raised right arm burst with spiritual arts, forming muscle blocks three times more exaggerated than before. The clenched fist was as large as a human head.

Holding that arm, as if she had just borrowed it from Popeye, she lightly placed it on the sword hilt. “Dead fish, don’t say I didn’t tell you. You’re always slacking off and not training your body. Now…”

“Now what?” Ying Fan rubbed her nose and lifted her chin at her. “Isn’t it true that you can’t pull it out either?”

Teng Jingjie’s expression grew serious. She used strength and tried again. After confirming the result, she turned back to Yin Beiqing with a wooden face and shook her head.

Yan Yu knew that this sword could only be pulled out by the male lead, who possessed the protagonist halo. She had merely held a bit of wishful thinking, feeling that perhaps this time, some accident might happen too.

Unfortunately, where were there that many accidents?

“Hey, little goddess, why don’t you try?” Ying Fan suddenly became interested. “During the entrance ceremony, didn’t you seem quite strong?”

Yan Yu, who was suddenly cued, turned her head to look at her. Her eyes clearly wrote several large words: Are you joking with me?

Believe it or not, I can perform vomiting blood on command for you right here.

“Come on, come on. Didn’t you say it yourself? This sword is a divine sword. Now it’s delivered itself to our door, yet we’re helpless against it. How frustrating is that?” She laughed and patted Yan Yu’s back. “Go on, go on. Believe in yourself. You are the chosen one.”

Yan Yu had already been choked by the smoke and ash earlier. After being patted twice by her, she could not help coughing loudly. With a handkerchief covering her mouth, she could not speak clearly and could only wave at her nonstop, signaling that she could not do it.

“You looked better these past few days, didn’t you? Why are you coughing again?” Ying Fan leaned closer and patted her back, wanting to help smooth her breathing. “Your body is even worse than mine.”

She probably thought she was only lightly “touching” her a few times, but Yan Yu felt as though her entire back had been slapped until it was about to burn. She had finally managed to swallow down the bloody taste in her throat earlier, but after Ying Fan’s interference, she could no longer hold it back.

Pfft—

Although Yan Yu tried hard to suppress it, she could not withstand the impact of this mouthful of blood. The shocking spray range frightened the white-clad maidservants nearby so much that they all jumped back two or three chi.

“Hah!”

“Wow!”

“Good heavens!”

That mouthful of blood landed precisely on the stone monument. Quite a lot of it also splashed onto the sword. The scene was truly “spectacular.”

Yan Yu closed her eyes in despair. Just as she was waiting for the germaphobe behind her to flare up, the Demon-Slaying Blade before her suddenly reacted.

Its entire body began emitting blinding red light and shook violently. The movement grew larger and larger, making people feel as if even the ground beneath their feet had begun to tremble along with it.

Bang—

With this loud sound, the tombstone directly exploded from the middle. Stone fragments flew everywhere. Yin Beiqing immediately pulled Yan Yu, who was still stunned in place, dragging her behind herself by the arm.

“Be sharper, sickly weakling.”

Yan Yu had no attention to spare for her words right now. A voice was roaring inside her mind, and the Beast Mark on her forehead began to burn with that familiar sensation again.

“Take it! Take it!”

She took a step back, her expression pained as she covered her forehead. Jiwu’s screaming voice was tearing at her eardrums, each cry sharper than the last, sounding extremely agonized.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Yin Beiqing asked with a frown.

Yan Yu had no strength to answer. Her entire body kept convulsing. She stretched her neck and tilted her head back, suppressed, hoarse gasps spilling from her throat.

“Ugh!”

The churning soul power inside her forced her to spit out another mouthful of bright-red blood. Blood dripped from her chin and soaked her collar. Then, a scene that made everyone’s jaws drop appeared.

Yan Yu’s body steadily floated upward, and a pair of dark-red wings unfurled behind her with a crash. The wings carried black patterns and spots, and when they flapped, they gave off a shifting iridescent glow under the sunlight.

At this moment, the Demon-Slaying Blade, which had been crashing around like a headless fly, suddenly seemed to sense something. With a whoosh, it turned around and charged straight toward Yan Yu.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce into Yan Yu’s chest, Yin Beiqing was preparing to cast spiritual arts to deflect it, but then she saw Yan Yu slowly raise her own arm and aim in its direction.

The sword that had been charging fiercely a second ago immediately braked sharply and stopped in midair.

Those slender, plain hands turned over, then lightly crooked a finger toward the front. The sword automatically pressed itself into Yan Yu’s palm.

Only after ending this farce did Yan Yu weakly lower her head. As if losing consciousness, her body fell from the air like a kite with its string cut.

“Sickly weakling!”