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

This was a basic incantation all beginners must learn. Many Animal Art Masters initially didn’t know which aspect of Spiritual Technique they excelled in, so their mentors would teach them this phrase. Its only function was to amplify the Animal Art Master’s own Spirit Power and give it tangible form.

Yan Yu had recited this in a moment of desperation, but she forgot that with her current strength, this incantation was as meaningless as a cub’s cry before a raging beast.

Yin Beiqing froze at the sound, but the expected attack never came. Instead, the burning pain on her body lessened considerably. The red beast mark seemed to encounter some dreaded energy and began slowly receding.

However, it only retreated to around her neck before getting stuck.

Yan Yu was also stunned. Her intention had been to repel Yin Beiqing and maintain distance from this dangerous entity, but instead she had somehow healed her?

“Continue,” Yin Beiqing commanded.

Yan Yu pressed her right middle finger and thumb together, somewhat guiltily forming the hand seal again. “LU VA KA…”

The beast mark once again sensed the energy, receding a few centimeters downward, but after Yan Yu stopped, it slowly crept back up.

Yin Beiqing clicked her tongue in annoyance, grabbing Yan Yu’s hand and pressing it against her own chest. “Didn’t your mentor teach you how to chant? What use is such a weak voice?”

Yan Yu: “”

No one really taught me.

“Hurry up and continue.”

“LU VA KA.”

“Louder!”

“LU VA KA!”

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

“LU VA KA! LU VA KA! LU VA KA!”

But no matter how many times she recited it, Yan Yu was like a lighter that had run out of fuel—completely unable to ignite. However, this up-and-down fluctuation was making Yin Beiqing increasingly agitated.

“Are you toying with me?” Yin Beiqing tightened her grip on Yan Yu’s wrist, almost enough to break it. “I should have known. If you have the ability to revive that beast pet, why wouldn’t you just heal me directly? Why insist on using Lin Hegui as an exchange?”

Yan Yu felt utterly miserable.

This was like a poor student who somehow guessed the correct answer once, only to perform terribly on the second test, with teachers and parents accusing her of deliberately doing poorly.

But only heaven knew—this was truly all the ability she had.

“It’s not…”

“Not what? Explain.” Yin Beiqing wore an expression that said, “Let’s see how you spin this.”

“I’ve only just descended into this body and haven’t fully adapted yet, so my spiritual power isn’t complete. Healing a small beast pet is manageable, but healing you… is a bit more challenging.”

Yin Beiqing instinctively chose not to believe her, but she suddenly recalled the preface to the prophecy of the goddess’s descent in that ancient text.

‘If celestial anomalies appear, the goddess shall descend, manifesting the golden rings of sun and moon, attaching to a mortal vessel.’

The goddess mentioned in the ancient text did indeed possess another’s body, and as for the so-called golden rings of sun and moon…

It seemed that some days ago, servants had reported commoners seeing the sun surrounded by a golden halo from the Heizhao Forest in the southwest, though it returned to normal once they left the forest. This golden halo phenomenon had been witnessed by more than one person, so it couldn’t have been merely an individual’s hallucination.

“So, you’re not the original owner of this body?” Yin Beiqing’s gaze turned probing.

No wonder. The devoted woman who once risked her entire clan’s execution by offending the princess for Guo Lu now betrayed him to me without batting an eye that day.

“Do you believe me if I say I really am not?” Yan Yu didn’t hold much hope that anyone would believe in something like transmigration.

But Yin Beiqing’s thought process could never be understood through normal logic. Hearing Yan Yu’s retort, she didn’t answer but instead curled the corners of her lips into a faint smile—one that surprisingly held a trace of rare tenderness.

Then Yan Yu saw her take hold of her own still-trembling right hand and lower her head.

The pressure of Yin Beiqing’s lips was gentle and cautious, this kiss like the fullest devotion offered by a devout believer.

Having learned her lesson, Yan Yu wouldn’t let her guard down because of this unusual behavior. It proved right to have a strong survival instinct.

The next second, the grip on her wrist tightened. Yan Yu, caught off guard, was pulled forward as those captivating blood-red eyes drew close to her face. The ancient, mysterious language of Polai sounded somewhat deep when spoken from those thin lips.

“VA FONG LA WA WU DI, DA ZI MENG DU.”

Probably thinking Yan Yu wouldn’t understand, Yin Beiqing spoke so boldly and frankly. But Yan Yu had previously flipped through the Polai dictionary in the Spirit Domain and, with a photographic memory, remembered over ninety percent of its contents.

She somewhat clumsily translated each tone in her mind. The literal meaning of what Yin Beiqing said should be…

[Only by becoming a believer of the Goddess can one experience the pleasure of blasphemy.]

According to Yan Yu’s perfect reading comprehension, this sentence could also be interpreted as—she was done for.

Apart from the protagonist, the more one knew, the faster they died. This was an ironclad rule in the original book, so Yan Yu thought it better to pretend she didn’t know.

She shifted her gaze away from Yin Beiqing’s lips, putting on an innocent expression. “What did you say?”

Not finding any flaws she wanted to see on Yan Yu’s face, Yin Beiqing loosened her grip somewhat boredly. “Whether you’re the real Goddess or not, from today onward, you must be.”

After saying this, Yin Beiqing leaned down, pressing toward her.

Yan Yu’s pupils contracted sharply in fright, but Yin Beiqing stopped just a finger’s width away. Their noses touched, each able to feel the warmth of the other’s breath.

To be honest, it was a bit too intimate.

If this person hadn’t been thinking of feeding her to wolves just the day before, Yan Yu might have really thought she intended to do something to her.

“Open your mouth.”

“Huh?”

Yin Beiqing had no patience to explain. Seeing Yan Yu unmoving, she reached out and pried her jaw open.

Pain forced Yan Yu to part her lips, and then she saw Yin Beiqing raise her hand and snap her fingers crisply.

Before Yan Yu could understand what was happening, a familiar scorching heat suddenly arose in her chest. This heat source slowly rose, actually drifting out through her slightly open mouth.

A red mass shimmered with a piercing light. Squinting through the glow, one could see a butterfly violently flapping its wings inside the sphere.

Yan Yu understood—this was the Animal Spirit Pearl containing the Emperor Moth Jiwu. Yin Beiqing was taking it back to incubate and transform.

The Animal Spirit Pearl hovered in the air for a moment, hesitating as if reluctant, before finally burrowing into Yin Beiqing’s body.

At the moment of their fusion, Yin Beiqing let out a suppressed groan. The beast mark on her body seemed to come alive, writhing across her pale skin like a parasite that fed on her essence. The more ashen her complexion grew, the deeper its color became.

“Ah—”

Yin Beiqing’s sudden roar startled Yan Yu, who instinctively backed away, pressing herself tightly against the edge of the hot spring.

She knew Yin Beiqing was enduring immense pain at this moment. Driven by professional instinct, she began rapidly searching her mind for ways to ease her suffering.

In the original novel, the male lead had also encountered the female lead’s hatching process. However, the author’s plot had him taking advantage of her weakened state—utterly useless as a reference for Yan Yu, who was seeking a solution.

“You can leave now,” Yin Beiqing said to her with bloodshot eyes, her voice unbearably hoarse. “Or are you staying here waiting to die?”

She had seen foolish people before, but never one this foolish. Ordinary people would flee at the sight of her furrowed brow, yet this sickly woman remained standing there dumbly even as she was in such a state—truly unafraid that she might lose control and harm her.

Deep in thought, Yan Yu clearly hadn’t taken Yin Beiqing’s warning to heart. After racking her memory, she finally recalled an illustration in the herbal compendium from that afternoon, which mentioned a Spiritual Technique for channeling Spirit Power and calming the heart’s fire. Although it stated that combining it with a medicinal formula would yield the best results, desperate times called for desperate measures.

Following the hand seal in the illustration, Yan Yu extended the index and middle fingers of her right hand, keeping the index finger upright and flattening the middle finger. Once the two fingers formed a ninety-degree angle, she pressed her thumb against the middle finger and chanted the incantation, “DI SA NUO.”

The Polai tribe was entirely unfamiliar to Yan Yu, yet her Polai incantation was more precise than anyone Yin Beiqing had ever heard. Her clear, steady voice carried an air of authority.

“What are you doing?” Yin Beiqing asked through gritted teeth, her endurance nearing its limit.

“Trying to make you feel better.” Yan Yu lowered her hand. “Did it not work?”

It actually did, but this minor defensive Spiritual Technique was like a drop in the bucket for Yin Beiqing in her current state.

She shook her head. The Spirit Power within her body was growing increasingly scarce, leaving her without even the strength to glare fiercely and scare Yan Yu away. Yet Ji Wu would show no mercy despite her condition. Although it and Yin Beiqing shared a symbiotic relationship, they were also mutually opposing.

When Yin Beiqing weakened, it grew stronger, and to sustain this power, it required more energy. The agony of having one’s Spirit Power stripped away was unbearable for any Animal Art Master, let alone the greater torment brought by a higher-level Animal Spirit.

At this moment, Yin Beiqing felt as though countless insects were gnawing at her from within—her blood, her flesh, even her bones, all destined to become a feast.

“Ahhh!” She shook her head rapidly, her eyes streaked with crimson blood vessels, her throat emitting low, guttural sounds.

The snapping of her rationality led to a loss of control over her actions. She began clawing at her skin recklessly with her nails—her arms, neck, cheeks—leaving almost no part of her body untouched. Yet she seemed to feel no pain, mechanically repeating these motions.

For some reason, Yan Yu felt that Yin Beiqing in this state seemed inexplicably helpless and lonely in a way that was hard to put into words.

When her father was executed by dismemberment, no one was by her side to comfort her. When she was hunted down, no one stood before her to protect her. When she was slandered and defamed, no one ever spoke a word in her defense.

So she developed a pathological, unhealthy method of coping with her emotions, which only made her more sensitive and paranoid.

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

“Stop.” She walked over and grasped Yin Beiqing’s hand, which was still scratching at her own arm. “This won’t relieve your pain in the slightest—it only hurts you.”

“Get away!” Yin Beiqing was in no state to listen. She snarled at Yan Yu and shoved her away forcefully.

Yan Yu stumbled backward, barely managing to steady herself. Fortunately, Yin Beiqing was low on Spirit Power at the moment, so the push wasn’t very strong—otherwise, Yan Yu would have been bedridden for days.

“I’m not leaving.” She moved closer again, this time wrapping her arms around Yin Beiqing.

Yan Yu’s body was burning hot, far beyond what a normal human body could reach. Trembling from pain and restraint, Yin Beiqing was shaking, and Yan Yu, who had mustered immense courage to hold her, was trembling just as much.

They were like two fallen leaves pressed tightly together in the wind, relying on each other’s strength to remain standing.

“Don’t think I won’t really hurt you!” With bloodshot eyes, Yin Beiqing raised her palm, ready to strike Yan Yu’s back.

Yan Yu stiffened, and Yin Beiqing, held in her embrace, naturally felt it. Thinking Yan Yu would finally let go, she was surprised when Yan Yu only held her tighter and buried her head against her.

Yan Yu held her silently, resigned to taking the blow, but Yin Beiqing stopped just before her palm made contact.

“Let go.” Her voice was devoid of emotion, like a final ultimatum, sending chills down one’s spine.

Yan Yu shook her head firmly, lifting her gaze to meet the woman’s crimson eyes. “And don’t you think I’m all that easygoing either. If you dare, keep hurting yourself in front of me and see what happens.”

Yin Beiqing felt as if her heart had been squeezed, a sour ache stealing her breath.

“You asked for it.”

As soon as the words left her lips, a sharp pain shot through Yan Yu’s shoulder. Yin Beiqing’s pale teeth sank into her delicate skin, biting down with vicious force, each bite as if trying to tear her flesh away.

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

As the transformation entered its final stage, cold sweat poured down Yin Beiqing’s forehead. Her face turned ashen, her lips devoid of color, looking as though she might stop breathing and die on the spot at any moment. With one arm stubbornly wrapped around Yan Yu’s waist, she pressed her tightly against her chest, the force so great it felt as if she were trying to crush her bones—as if determined to drag her along even in death.

“Ugh—” Yin Beiqing suddenly groaned, turning her head away. “Go!”

Soon, crimson blood seeped from between the fingers she held over her eyes, staining her entire hand. Seeing this, Yan Yu immediately grew alert.

This was the “Blood Pupil.”

“Blood Pupil” was a self-defense mechanism of Ji Wu, because if Yin Beiqing, who provided the energy, died, it would also perish. So whenever the Spirit Power within Yin Beiqing dropped to a dangerous critical value, it would activate “Blood Pupil.” At this moment, anyone who made eye contact with Yin Beiqing would have their Spirit Power forcibly drained.

When Blood Pupil stole others’ Spirit Power, Yin Beiqing found it extremely difficult to control herself. However, someone as formidable as her was generally unlikely to experience Spirit Power exhaustion to the point of being forced to activate Blood Pupil to sustain her life. In the original book, such a situation only occurred twice, one of which happened after she had turned dark.

The reason it terrified Yan Yu the most was that once Blood Pupil manifested, bloodshed was inevitable.

Yan Yu wanted to run, but her eyes uncontrollably turned toward Yin Beiqing. The moment she met those devouring blood-red pupils, the familiar dizziness from yesterday returned. The Spirit Power within her body surged rapidly, and the surrounding spring water began to swirl, forming a turbulent vortex centered around her.

Yan Yu felt the restless Spirit Power quickly gather into a ball in her chest, then rush out from the Animal Spirit mark on her forehead. The more Spirit Power dissipated, the lighter her body felt. She wanted to look away, but her body refused to obey.

Was she going to die?

Again?

“Panpan!”

Along with the rapidly expanding transparent protective barrier, a familiar voice rang out, but Yan Yu could no longer hear it. Her eyes tightly shut as she collapsed backward into the water, yet she seemed to be lifted by something and floated upward.

The Animal Spirit must have sensed its master’s danger, emerging without being summoned. Its protective barrier was vast, firmly enclosing both Yin Beiqing and Yan Yu within it.

Yin Beiqing felt as if a cool, soothing stream of water had been injected into her body, washing away all her pain in just a few seconds. Even the scent of blood in her breath vanished.

The restless Ji Wu also seemed to be soothed, calmly and steadily completing the final stage of its transformation. Then, it heartlessly flew out and retreated back into Yan Yu’s body through the Animal Spirit mark on her forehead.

As it disappeared, the blood-red hue in Yin Beiqing’s eyes gradually faded, allowing her to finally catch her breath and look up. At the sight of the plump, furry, black-and-white bear-like Animal Spirit, she froze in place.

“A Divine Beast?”

That ancient prophecy book had long been destroyed, with only two short legends about the Goddess and the twin Animal Spirits bringing calamity circulating in the world. However, Yin Beiqing had read the entire book long before. She remembered the description of the Goddess’s Animal Spirit in the book:

【Round paws with sharp claws, black and white fur intermingled, resembling both a cat and a bear. Fierce in temperament, inherently cruel, fond of fighting and battle, invincible wherever it goes.】

Noticing the row of gleaming white fangs and the thick bear paws that seemed capable of crushing a human skull with a gentle tap, Yin Beiqing took a step back to keep her distance. Beside her, Gui Lian also circled close, lowering its head in a guarded stance.

Unexpectedly, the creature wiggled its bottom, its round body sticking close. “Pan?”

“Has it not yet awakened its spiritual consciousness?” Yin Beiqing could sense that this Animal Spirit possessed considerable Spirit Power, unlikely to lack spiritual awareness.

Such a situation was rare, typically occurring only in Animal Spirits that had advanced too quickly, caused by blocked Spirit Power leading to confused spiritual consciousness.

Yin Beiqing reached out and awakened its spiritual consciousness, finally able to understand what it was saying.

“Are you okay?” the little meatball asked in a soft, milky voice.

Yin Beiqing watched it warily. It seemed this legendary Animal Spirit, whose combat prowess was not to be underestimated, had no intention of attacking her.

“It’s fine,” Yin Beiqing replied coldly, maintaining a cautious attitude toward it. “Was it you who performed that defensive Spiritual Technique just now?”

“Mm-hmm!” The little meatball blinked, raising both paws high in her direction. “Is Panpan super amazing?”

Yin Beiqing furrowed her brows. She found the scent on this Animal Spirit somewhat familiar—no matter how she sniffed, it carried the same irritating floral fragrance as that unruly Ji Wu.

“Sister, hug,” Panpan said, seeing her lack of response. Its little ears twitched, and it added, “Want pretty sister to hug.”

Yin Beiqing still didn’t move. She was recalling the prophecies from ancient texts.

Ferocious temperament.

Inherently cruel.

This thing?

Author’s Note:

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