I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 42

Perhaps because her social distance had been invaded far too many times in succession, Yan Yu had actually begun to get used to the fact that there was another person lying in her bed.

Or perhaps it was because she was truly too tired today. After confirming that Yin Beiqing would not do anything excessive, she exhaustedly lay down and fell asleep.

When she woke again, it was already morning.

The feeling of being full of strength after a good sleep made Yan Yu feel incomparably comfortable. She very much wanted to stretch long and hard, throwing off the exhaustion of the past several days.

But as soon as her arm moved, she sensed something wrong. It seemed something heavy was pressing down on her shoulder, and it was very heavy.

She lifted her eyelids in confusion, wanting to push away whatever was pressing on her arm, only to discover… it was not that she had been pressed down. Rather, she was holding a certain “thing” in her arms.

Half a beat later, Yan Yu raised her head and unexpectedly met those silver eyes that had long since awakened. From the reflection in the other party’s eyes, she saw her own somewhat panicked face.

Silly and stupid.

“Morning, sickly weakling.” A certain person had a satisfied smile on her face, sounding as if she was in a very good mood.

Yan Yu’s mood, however, was very average.

“You’re still here?”

Yin Beiqing’s eyes signaled her to look down. “With you hugging me like this, how was I supposed to leave?”

“I…” The temperature of her ears burned from shame. Knowing she was in the wrong, Yan Yu chose to shut up.

“Then you can leave now.” She released her hand.

“Chasing me away?” Yin Beiqing sat up and tugged at the collar that had loosened in her sleep, covering her shoulder. Her tone carried feigned grievance. “That’s not what you said last night.”

Yan Yu secretly gritted her teeth. Her temples throbbed painfully. “Last night, you were the one who barged in without even greeting me.”

That account had not even been settled yet, and now Yin Beiqing was already acting like this with her.

“Is that so?” Yin Beiqing smiled. “I forgot. Maybe.”

“Get down.” Yan Yu pointed beneath the bed, unable to endure it anymore.

After getting up, Yin Beiqing did not leave immediately. She stared at Yan Yu until she ate her breakfast cleanly, then finally left.

Lin Baizhu, who had been stood up yesterday, had long since been waiting outside the door. She looked even uglier than Yan Yu.

Yan Yu sat by the window and watched them exchange a few words before walking outside together.

They were probably going to discuss enrollment matters. After all, it was not an easy thing to stuff a living person with a forged identity and background into Yuling Academy. Moreover, Lin Baizhu had to stuff in more than just Yin Beiqing alone.

Among the people, there were two major Beast Arts academies. One was Yuling Academy, which had already been established for nearly three thousand years and had originally been jointly founded by more than a dozen Special-rank Beast Arts Masters. The other was Weiying Academy, founded by the first empress and belonging to the imperial family.

Every ten years, the two academies would hold an exchange competition, deciding the winner through arena battles. This was the true candidate for empress selected from among the people through strength.

But this competition had extremely strict restrictions on eligibility. Only those who first entered the spirit-hunting teams organized by the two schools for internships and obtained enough points could sign up.

Since points were involved, naturally, more work meant more gain. Therefore, Yin Beiqing needed more manpower to invest in this matter.

This also meant that those ancestors in Langdie Valley who spent three days fishing and two days drying their nets all had to get moving.

When it came to enrollment, no one could escape.

Yan Yu did not need to think to know what kind of chaotic scene the meeting room would be right now, but that no longer had much to do with her.

In any case, no matter what happened in the end, this group of people still could not refuse Yin Beiqing’s orders. What Yan Yu needed to worry about was how to do her own matters well.

After breakfast, Yan Yu took out the books Lin Hegui had given her and began reading.

This was a book teaching methods for raising Beast Souls. However, the notes Lin Hegui had tucked inside were even thicker than the book itself.

All the notes recorded various habits of Healing Arts-type Beast Souls.

For example, the Beast Souls of Healing Masters were generally more docile in nature. Compared with ordinary Beast Souls, they lacked aggression, but their compatibility with their masters was very high, giving them a great advantage in thought transmission and combined beast form.

Yan Yu nodded and marked this line.

So that was why, when she combined beast form with Panpan, it felt completely different from combining with Jiwu.

Because the original book rarely described anything about the Healing Arts specialty, Yan Yu read with great immersion. This unmastered knowledge was like a whirlpool with gravitational pull, continuously drawing her to keep reading.

Only after she had finished the whole book did she realize she had missed lunch again.

Seeing that she had finally finished reading, the two little ones dared to speak.

“Master… hungry…”

“Sorry.” Yan Yu patted their heads. “Next time you’re hungry, just call me directly.”

She picked up a basket and went out, plucking several Lotus Bead Fruits from the medicinal field outside to feed the two of them.

Aside from quickly restoring soul power, this fruit was also a good thing for filling hunger. Although doing this was very extravagant, Yan Yu truly did not have anything else edible on hand.

Fortunately, the two also liked eating them, and they happily gnawed away.

“Next time you’re hungry, pick some yourself.” Yan Yu took a handkerchief and wiped the fruit juice from Panpan’s mouth.

“But last time…” Panpan hesitated.

It had not forgotten how Yan Yu had scolded it the last time it ate the fruit.

“That time, I punished you because you lied.” Yan Yu knocked its head. “And the Lotus Bead Grass before wasn’t grown by us. Now that you’re eating something you planted yourself, how would I blame you?”

“Really? Yay!”

Yan Yu smiled and pinched its face, then lifted the basket and entered her Soul Domain.

Lin Hegui’s notes had mentioned that the principle behind soul power growth for Healing Arts-type Beast Souls was somewhat different from ordinary ones. Ordinary Beast Souls mainly derived their soul power from their master’s Beast Soul Pearl. In other words, the stronger the master’s soul power, the stronger theirs became. The more abundant their soul power, the larger the Beast Soul’s body would grow.

But Healing Arts-type Beast Souls paid more attention to their own absorption, whether of pills or the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, this absorption method was extremely slow. Especially if the master’s own level progression stagnated, it would indirectly affect the Beast Soul’s evolution speed as well.

For example, Yan Yu. She was the useless one dragging down her family’s Beast Soul. Fortunately, she had Lin Hegui, this famous teacher, to guide her. Lin Hegui had specially marked a prescription for Yan Yu, one that could improve the Beast Soul’s own absorption.

Yan Yu had now come to the Soul Domain to gather medicinal herbs. Later, she would decoct them into medicine for Panpan to supplement itself.

Most of the medicinal herbs in the prescription were relatively common and could be found in Langdie Valley’s stores. Only one ingredient, Jadewood Grass, was rather rare.

However, she remembered that the packet of seeds Yin Beiqing had given her before contained these seeds. In addition, back when she had panicked and scattered every type of medicinal herb seed in the Soul Domain…

“Found it.” Yan Yu lifted a purple medicinal herb that looked very much like houttuynia root, her face full of excitement.

Jadewood Grass’s original color was red, but the pharmacopoeia introduced that the better the quality, the darker its outer color. If it was red to the point of turning purple, then it was a top-grade specimen rarely seen in a thousand years, with an excellent effect when used in medicine.

It seemed that this soil in the Soul Domain was indeed extraordinary. Not only could it grow Lotus Bead Flowers taller than a person, it could also grow Jadewood Grass of such rare quality.

Yan Yu carefully gathered all the Jadewood Grass into the basket. Then she took out the cloth pouch, scattered new seeds, and filled the empty patch left after harvesting.

Lowering her head to check the seeds in the pouch, Yan Yu discovered that she had already squandered almost one-third of them. Her heart ached a little as she tied the pouch shut, somewhat reluctant to use them all up.

Clang—

Already used to this sound, Yan Yu straightened and walked beneath the prophecy tree, picking up the golden leaf.

Turning it over to the back, the words this time were:

“To turn an enemy into a friend is the only way to break the disaster.”

Enemy?

…

Yan Yu, weighed down with thoughts, carried the basket out of the Soul Domain. Outside, the two little ones had already eaten and drunk their fill and were asleep on the bed.

She pulled over the quilt and covered their bellies as they slept with all four limbs in the air. Then she quietly locked the door and carried a basket of Jadewood Grass toward the medicine room.

The more uneasy her heart was, the more she wanted to quickly finish the work in her hands. Only this way would she feel that she had more confidence in handling whatever situations were about to come.

She crossed the long corridor and took the small path through the garden.

There were many twists and turns in Langdie Valley, but what she remembered best was the path from her room to the medicine room. She had walked this small path dozens of times and even remembered what tree was planted after how many steps.

Today, there seemed to be maidservants cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground. She could hear their quiet conversation.

“It’s such a pity so many peaches fell on the ground.”

“Why don’t you take a few back to eat? Anyway, the Valley Master only ordered us to clean up the ones on the ground. She didn’t say we couldn’t take them ourselves.”

“That works… but I can’t eat this many either. Soft peaches don’t keep for long.”

Hearing this, Yan Yu changed direction and walked toward them.

“In that case, why not give some to me?”

“G-Goddess!” Seeing her, the two were about to bow, but Yan Yu stopped them.

“No need. I was the one who suddenly appeared and startled you.”

“You want to eat peaches?” The shorter maidservant opened her mouth with a red face. “The Valley Master had people specially pick out some well-grown peaches. They should be sent to your place later. You don’t need to pick up these rotten peaches to eat.”

Yan Yu crouched and picked up a peach, pinching it. It was indeed a very good honey peach, full of juice with very thin skin. They said it was rotten, but actually, it had only been bruised from falling off the tree.

“I happen to need them for peach soup. These overripe peaches are what make it taste good.”

What Yan Yu was actually thinking was that Jadewood Grass was bitter. If she directly made Panpan eat it, it would definitely be unwilling. But if she tempted it with sweet peach soup, it should be willing to open its mouth.

And the softer and more overripe the peaches were, the smoother the peach soup would be. It also saved a great deal of effort in mashing them, so when she heard the maidservant’s words, she walked over.

“Th-then… even so, you can’t eat rotten peaches!” The other maidservant also came over to stop her.

The matter at Yaochi Mountain had already spread throughout the valley in only one day. This goddess’s deeds of holding the divine sword and saving several valley elders and the You tribespeople had been mythologized in all kinds of ways. Add to that the blood contract on Yan Yu’s hand with Yin Beiqing, who would still dare look down on her in the slightest?

“If you’re in a hurry to eat them, I’ll climb up and pick some for you now.” After saying this, the maidservant was about to lift her skirt and climb the tree.

Yan Yu quickly stopped her with one hand. “I said there’s no need, so there’s no need. Do your own work. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Although her tone was gentle, her attitude was firm. The two maidservants hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly retreated to the side.

Yan Yu crouched down and picked a few peaches so ripe they were almost turning into water. She placed them into the basket and carried them together toward the medicine room.

…

On this side, after Yin Beiqing finished handling matters and came out, she found Yan Yu’s room empty. She asked around and learned that Yan Yu had once again drilled into the medicine room.

Following the smoke rising from the medicine room, she walked to the doorway. She did not make a sound, merely leaning against the doorframe and watching, waiting to see when Yan Yu would notice her presence.

But she had probably overestimated her own presence. Yan Yu kept her head lowered and carefully finished decocting the medicine without raising her head to look at her even once.

“Seems all right.” Yan Yu leaned closer and smelled it, feeling that the medicine did not seem as bitter as she had imagined after boiling.

Then Panpan should be able to swallow it.

She got up to carry the medicine. Because she had been burned last time, she had specifically been careful and wrapped a handkerchief around the medicine pot’s handle before carrying it. But ultimately, human calculations could not compare to heaven’s. She had only taken a few steps when the medicinal liquid in the pot began to sway with her footsteps. The splashed juice landed on the back of her hand, instantly scalding that patch of skin red.

Amid her suppressed cry of pain, a hand reached over and steadily supported the medicine pot, taking it away.

“Clumsy.” A leisurely voice sounded afterward, carrying that person’s unique lazy tone.