I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 7

“LU VA KA!”

This is a basic incantation that every beginner must learn. Many Beast Masters start out not knowing which branch of spiritual arts they excel in, so instructors teach them this line first. Its only function is to amplify the Beast Master’s own soul power and give it physical form.

Yan Yu had recited it out of desperation, but she forgot that with her meager strength, this incantation was like a cub’s cry before a flood—utterly meaningless.

Yin Beiqing froze at the sound, but the expected attack did not descend. Instead, the burning pain in her body diminished significantly. The red beast marks seemed to touch a fearful energy and began to slowly retreat.

However, they only receded to the level of her neck before getting stuck, refusing to move further.

Yan Yu was stunned. Her intention was to repel Yin Beiqing and maintain a distance from this dangerous entity, but she had accidentally ended up “healing” her?

“Continue,” Yin Beiqing commanded.

Yan Yu’s right middle finger and thumb met; feeling a bit guilty, she formed the hand seal again. “LU VA KA…”

The beast marks sensed the energy again and receded a few more centimeters, but as soon as Yan Yu stopped, they crawled back up sluggishly.

Yin Beiqing clicked her tongue, grabbed Yan Yu’s hand, and pressed it against her own heart. “Did your instructor never teach you how to recite an incantation? What use is that tiny voice?”

Yan Yu: “…”

Actually, no one has ever taught me.

“Hurry up, continue.”

“LU VA KA.”

“Louder!”

“LU VA KA!”

“If it’s not working, recite it multiple times.”

“LU VA KA! LU VA KA! LU VA KA!”

However, no matter how many times she recited it, Yan Yu was like a lighter out of fuel—she couldn’t produce a spark to save her life. All this flickering back and forth only served to make Yin Beiqing more agitated.

“Are you playing with me?” The hand gripping Yan Yu’s wrist tightened, nearly snapping the bone. “I was wondering… if you have the ability to save that beast pet, why are you unwilling to heal me directly, insisting on using Lin Hegui as a trade?”

Yan Yu’s heart was full of bitterness.

This was like a failing student who accidentally guessed the right answer on a multiple-choice question, only to fail the second exam. The teacher and parents then criticized her for failing on purpose.

But Heaven knew, she only had this much ability to begin with!

“It’s not that…”

“Not what? Speak,” Yin Beiqing said, her face essentially saying, “Let’s see how you fabricate this.”

“I have only just descended into this mortal flesh. I haven’t fully adapted yet, so my magic is incomplete. Healing a small beast pet is fine, but healing you… is a bit taxing.”

Yin Beiqing’s instinct was to disbelieve her, but she suddenly remembered the preface to the “Goddess Descends” prophecy in the ancient book:

‘If an anomaly appears in the heavens, the Goddess is born; the golden rings of the sun and moon shall manifest as she attaches to a mortal shell.’

The Goddess described in the ancient books did indeed possess the bodies of others. And as for the “golden rings of the sun and moon”…

It seemed that a few days ago, servants had reported that commoners in the Black Radiance Forest to the southwest had seen a sun enclosed in a golden halo. Once they left the forest, it returned to normal. Since more than one person saw this anomaly, it likely wasn’t a solitary hallucination.

“So, you are not the original owner of this body?” Yin Beiqing’s eyes turned inquisitive.

No wonder. The devoted woman who was once willing to offend a Princess for Guo Lu—leading to the execution of her entire clan—had betrayed the man to her without blinking that day.

“If I said I really wasn’t, would you believe me?” Yan Yu didn’t expect anyone to believe in transmigration.

But Yin Beiqing’s logic could never be understood through normal means. Hearing Yan Yu’s question, she didn’t answer; instead, her lips curled into a shallow smirk. Surprisingly, that smile contained a rare hint of tenderness.

Then, Yan Yu saw her take her trembling right hand and lower her head.

The pressure of Yin Beiqing’s lips was gentle and cautious. This kiss was like a devout believer offering their most saturated faith.

Having suffered before, Yan Yu didn’t let down her guard just because of this anomaly. As it turned out, having a high survival instinct was the right move.

The next second, the grip on her wrist tightened. Yan Yu was yanked toward her without warning. Those soul-stealing blood-red eyes drew close to her face. When the ancient, mysterious Polai language emerged from those thin lips, it sounded deep and heavy.

“VA FONG LA WA WU DI, DA ZI MENG DU.”

Thinking Yan Yu couldn’t understand, Yin Beiqing spoke with the reckless abandon of a confession. However, Yan Yu had browsed the Polai dictionary in her Soul Domain and had memorized over 90% of it with her photographic memory.

She translated the tones one by one in her head. The literal meaning of what Yin Beiqing said was likely…

[Only by becoming the Goddess’s believer can one experience the pleasure of profaning a God.]

According to Yan Yu’s perfect reading comprehension, this sentence could be translated as: She’s doomed.

In this world, aside from the protagonist, the more you know, the faster you die—that was an ironclad rule. Yan Yu decided it was best to pretend she knew nothing.

She moved her gaze away from Yin Beiqing’s lips and put on an innocent expression. “What did you say?”

Yin Beiqing found no flaw in her face. Bored, she released her hand. “Regardless of whether you are the true Goddess, from this day forth, you must be.”

After saying this, Yin Beiqing leaned down and pressed toward her.

Yan Yu’s pupils shrank in fear, but Yin Beiqing stopped just an inch away. They were nose-to-nose, sensing the warmth of each other’s breath.

Honestly, it was a bit too intimate.

If this person hadn’t been planning to feed her to the wolves the day before, Yan Yu might have actually thought the other was trying to make a move.

“Open your mouth.”

“Huh?”

Yin Beiqing had no patience to explain. Seeing Yan Yu didn’t move, she manually pried open the girl’s chin.

The pain forced Yan Yu’s mouth open, and then she saw Yin Beiqing snap her fingers loudly.

Before Yan Yu could grasp what was happening, a familiar scorching heat erupted in her chest. This heat source rose slowly, flowing through her throat and floating out of her open mouth.

It was a red orb glowing with a blinding light. Squinting through the light, one could see a butterfly inside the sphere, its wings fluttering violently.

Yan Yu realized: this was the Beast Soul Bead containing the Emperor Moth, Ji Wu. Yin Beiqing was taking it back to hatch and molt.

The Soul Bead hovered in the air for a moment, acting somewhat reluctant before finally burrowing into Yin Beiqing’s body.

The moment the two merged, an oppressed low groan escaped Yin Beiqing’s lips. The beast marks on her skin seemed to come alive, wandering over her fair flesh like parasites sucking out her essence. The worse Yin Beiqing’s complexion became, the darker the color of the marks grew.

“Aah—!”

Yin Beiqing’s sudden roar startled Yan Yu. She instinctively backed away until her body was pressed tightly against the wall of the hot spring.

She knew Yin Beiqing was currently enduring immense pain. Driven by professional instinct, Yan Yu’s mind raced to find a way to make her more comfortable.

In the original book, the male lead had also encountered the female lead during her “incubation” period. However, the author’s plot involved him taking advantage of her weakness for physical gain—which was zero help to Yan Yu as a reference.

“Now, get out,” Yin Beiqing said with bloodshot eyes, her voice incredibly hoarse. “Are you staying here to wait for death?”

She had seen fools, but never one this dense. Most people knew to flee if she so much as frowned. This sickly girl, on the other hand, just stood there dazed while Yin Beiqing was in this state. Was she really not afraid that Yin Beiqing would lose control and kill her?

Yan Yu, lost in thought, clearly didn’t hear the warning. She recalled the pharmacopeia from that afternoon; there had been an illustration of a spirit art for clearing soul power and soothing “heart fire.” Although it noted the effect was best when paired with medicine, she had to try something.

Following the hand seals in the diagram, Yan Yu extended her right index and middle fingers. The index was vertical, the middle was horizontal, forming a 90-degree angle, with the thumb pressed against the middle finger. Finally, she recited the incantation: “DI SA NUO.”

The Polai people were a complete mystery to Yan Yu, but her incantation was more standard than anyone Yin Beiqing had ever heard. Her clear, steady voice actually projected a bit of authority.

“What are you doing?” Yin Beiqing was reaching her limit, her words forced through gritted teeth.

“Trying to make you feel better.” Yan Yu lowered her hand. “Did it work?”

Actually, it did, but this tiny bit of Imperial Art was a mere drop in the bucket for Yin Beiqing right now.

Yin Beiqing shook her head. Her soul power was becoming so sparse she didn’t even have the strength to glare and scare Yan Yu away. Ji Wu, however, would not show mercy. Although she and Yin Beiqing shared a symbiotic relationship, they were also antithetical.

When Yin Beiqing was weak, Ji Wu was strong. To maintain this strength, the moth demanded more energy. The pain of having soul power stripped away was unbearable for any Beast Master, and the stronger the beast soul, the greater the torture.

Yin Beiqing felt as if countless insects were gnawing through her body—her blood, her flesh, even her bones were destined to become a meal.

“Aaaah!” She shook her head violently, her eyes bloodshot, her throat emitting deep, heavy sounds.

The snapping of her sanity brought a loss of motor control. She began to recklessly scratch her own skin with her nails. Arms, neck, cheeks—there wasn’t a patch of healthy skin left, yet she seemed not to feel the pain, mechanically repeating the action.

For some reason, Yan Yu felt that Yin Beiqing looked inexplicably helpless and lonely like this.

When her father was executed, no one was there to comfort her. When she was hunted, no one was there to protect her. When she was slandered, no one spoke a word for her.

Consequently, she had developed a morbid, unhealthy method of emotional self-regulation, which only made her more sensitive and paranoid.

Yan Yu felt that, at the very least, she should stay with her now.

“Stop.” She walked over and grabbed Yin Beiqing’s hands. “Doing this won’t relieve the pain; it only hurts you.”

“Get away!” In her current state, Yin Beiqing couldn’t listen to reason. She roared at Yan Yu and pushed her away with force.

Yan Yu braced herself and managed to stay upright. Fortunately, Yin Beiqing’s soul power was low; if she had her full strength, that push would have put Yan Yu in bed for days.

“No.” She leaned back in, and this time, she just hugged her.

Yin Beiqing’s body was scorching hot, reaching temperatures a human body shouldn’t be able to survive. She was trembling from pain, and Yan Yu, who had summoned immense courage to hold her, was trembling too.

They were like two fallen leaves huddled together in the wind, relying on each other’s strength to stay upright.

“Don’t think I really won’t kill you!” With blood-red eyes, Yin Beiqing raised her palm to strike Yan Yu’s back.

Yan Yu’s body stiffened. Yin Beiqing, being held by her, obviously felt it. She thought the girl would finally let go, but instead, Yan Yu hugged her tighter and buried her head in Yin Beiqing’s shoulder.

Yan Yu held her in silence, prepared to accept the strike as fate. But as Yin Beiqing’s hand was about to hit, she stopped.

“Let go.” Her voice was devoid of emotion, a final ultimatum that made Yan Yu’s heart race.

Yan Yu shook her head firmly, looking up at the woman with crimson eyes. “Don’t you think I have a good temper either. Try self-mutilating in front of me again if you’re so capable.”

Yin Beiqing felt as if her heart had been squeezed by a hand, making her ache so much she couldn’t breathe.

“You asked for this.”

The moment the words fell, a sharp pain erupted on Yan Yu’s shoulder. Yin Beiqing’s white teeth bit down on her delicate skin with brutal force, each bite feeling like she was trying to tear the flesh away.

Yan Yu was nearly fuming. I told you not to hurt yourself, not to bite me!

The molting reached its final stage. Yin Beiqing was covered in cold sweat, her face purple and her lips bloodless. She looked as if she might drop dead at any moment. She stubbornly hooked one arm around Yan Yu’s waist, pressing her into her chest with enough force to crush bones, as if determined to take Yan Yu with her if she died.

“Ngh—” Yin Beiqing suddenly groaned and turned her head away. “Leave!”

Red blood began to seep from between her fingers as she covered her eyes, staining the back of her hand. Seeing this, Yan Yu immediately became alert.

This was the “Blood Pupils.”

The “Blood Pupils” were a self-defense mechanism of Ji Wu. Because Ji Wu would perish if Yin Beiqing died, whenever Yin Beiqing’s soul power dropped to a dangerous threshold, the moth would activate the Blood Pupils. At this moment, anyone who made eye contact with Yin Beiqing would have their soul power forcibly siphoned away.

Yin Beiqing had very little self-control when the Blood Pupils were draining others. But for a powerhouse like her, it was usually impossible for her soul power to fail so badly that she needed them. In the original book, this only happened twice—once being after her total “blackening.”

The reason it terrified Yan Yu the most was: once the Blood Pupils appear, blood must be shed.

Yan Yu wanted to run, but her eyes were uncontrollably drawn to Yin Beiqing. The moment she met those man-eating red pupils, the familiar dizziness from the day before returned. The soul power in her body surged, and the spring water began to swirl into a rapid vortex centered around her.

Yan Yu felt the restless soul power gather into a mass at her heart, then surge out from the beast mark on her forehead. The more soul power she lost, the lighter her body felt. She wanted to look away, but her body wouldn’t obey.

Am I going to die?

Again?

“pan pan!”

Accompanied by a rapidly expanding transparent shield, the familiar voice rang out—but Yan Yu could no longer hear it. Her eyes closed, and she fell. After dropping into the water, she seemed to be held up by something, floating.

The beast soul had sensed its master’s danger and appeared without being summoned. The shield it manifested was massive, firmly enclosing both Yin Beiqing and Yan Yu inside.

Yin Beiqing felt a cool, comfortable stream of water injected into her body. In a few short seconds, it washed away all her pain; even the smell of blood in her breath vanished.

The restless Ji Wu seemed to be soothed as well, peacefully completing the final stage of the molting. Then, it heartlessly flew out and burrowed back into Yan Yu’s forehead.

The blood-red color in Yin Beiqing’s eyes faded with the moth’s departure. Only then could she catch her breath and look up. Seeing the chubby, furry black-and-white bear beast, she froze.

“A Divine Beast?”

That ancient prophecy book had long since been destroyed; only two short chapters about the Goddess and the Twin-Soul Disaster remained in the world. But Yin Beiqing had seen the full version before then. She remembered the description of the Goddess’s beast soul:

[Round paws with sharp claws, black and white fur mixed; resembling both a cat and a bear. Fierce in nature, born with brutality, fond of fighting and war, invincible.]

Noticing the beast soul’s row of sharp white teeth and paws thick enough to crush a skull with a single tap, Yin Beiqing took a step back to maintain distance. Guilian also coiled around her, lowering its head in a defensive posture.

To her surprise, the creature wiggled its butt and leaned its round body toward her. “pan?”

“It hasn’t passed its spiritual awareness yet?” Yin Beiqing could sense that this beast soul’s power was not shallow; it shouldn’t lack awareness.

This was a rare situation, usually occurring in souls that leveled up too quickly, causing confusion due to soul power congestion.

Yin Beiqing raised her hand to clear its awareness. Now, she could finally understand what it was saying.

“Are you okay?” The little meatball’s voice was milky and sweet.

Yin Beiqing looked at it warily. It seemed this beast soul, whose combat power was supposed to be significant, had no intention of attacking her.

“I’m fine,” Yin Beiqing answered coldly, maintaining a conservative attitude. “The Imperial Art just now—did you do it?”

“Mm-hmm!” The little meatball blinked, raising its two paws high toward her. “Is Panpan super amazing?”

Yin Beiqing frowned. She found the scent on this beast soul familiar—it smelled exactly like the same choking pollen scent as the untamable Ji Wu.

“Hug from Big Sister.” Seeing she didn’t react, Panpan’s little ears twitched. She added, “I want a hug from the pretty Big Sister.”

Yin Beiqing still didn’t move. She was recalling the prophecy in the ancient book.

Fierce in nature.

Born with brutality.

…This thing?