Blame the Villain – Chapter 94

Villainous Master (16)

When she opened her eyes again, a different scene unfolded before her.

The surroundings were pitch dark, filled with an overwhelming demonic energy. A blood-red moon, symbolizing ominous forebodings, hung in the sky. Rustling sounds came from the corners—

The demonic energy surged from all directions, clashing with the spiritual power within Song Xuyi’s body. If a cultivator with a weak will were in such an environment, they would likely be corrupted and fall completely into demonic ways.

Song Xuyi bit her lip and looked up. In front of her were a pair of enormous blood-red eyes.

Those eyes stared intently at Ning Jingyu, filled with deep-seated hatred—

“Ning Jingyu, I never thought you would come here again! A hundred years ago, you used deceit to cause my wife to die under your sword. Over the years, I have cursed you day and night, wishing to devour your flesh and drink your blood. Today, I finally have the chance to avenge my great hatred!”

This was a demon beast as large as a mountain, its voice like a thunderclap with an obvious oppressive force. The sound made Song Xuyi’s throat feel sweet with the taste of blood, her eardrums aching. The hand holding Ning Jingyu’s sleeve loosened, and she almost fell to the ground—

Ning Jingyu turned and embraced Song Xuyi. Something soft covered Song Xuyi’s eyes, like spring rain enveloping her. The oppressive force immediately dissipated. Almost at the same time, Ning Jingyu also unleashed a powerful energy, pressing down on the demon beast!

“Stay here and don’t move.”

Ning Jingyu glanced at Song Xuyi, then gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. When she turned to face the demon beast, Ning Jingyu’s expressionless demeanor returned: “What a pity.”

Song Xuyi didn’t understand what Ning Jingyu meant by “what a pity.”

She only felt a gust of wind pass by, the demon beast howling in pain. Its cries seemed to shake the heavens, yet perhaps because of something Ning Jingyu did, Song Xuyi no longer felt dizzy or nauseous from the demon beast’s howls.

When Song Xuyi’s vision returned, she was greeted by the thunderous sound of the demon beast collapsing.

Ning Jingyu was unharmed. Her white clothes were stained with blood, but not only was she not injured, she even seemed more spirited. She stood with her sword before the massive corpse of the demon beast, the blood moon in the sky bright red. Ning Jingyu’s figure was slender like bamboo, her black hair fluttering without wind. When she turned her head, there was a streak of red blood on her pale face—

Song Xuyi’s pupils shrank.

For some reason, every time she saw Ning Jingyu slay demonic creatures, she always felt that Ning Jingyu’s aura appeared almost enchanting, terrifyingly beautiful and powerful, shaking her to the core.

When she looked again, Ning Jingyu had already nonchalantly wiped away the blood from her cheek and was pulling Song Xuyi’s hand to continue forward.

A bit of blood remained on Ning Jingyu’s cheek, the stark contrast against her jade-like skin particularly striking. Song Xuyi glanced a few times, unable to resist pulling Ning Jingyu’s sleeve to make her stop, then stood up to wipe the blood from Ning Jingyu’s cheek.

Ning Jingyu paused, carefully observing Song Xuyi’s actions. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly, the corners of her eyes curved, a hint of a smile emerging in her cold eyes.

At first, Song Xuyi didn’t notice, but being so intently watched by Ning Jingyu, she inexplicably felt a bit shy. Struggling to remain calm, Song Xuyi wiped away the blood and then pretended nothing had happened as she lowered her hand, her face uncontrollably heating up.

Song Xuyi exhaled slowly.

This was the Ning Jingyu she was familiar with: beautiful and powerful, seemingly aloof like a flower on a high peak, yet with warmth in the details, always the most dazzling presence.

The path ahead was still dark and rugged. With Ning Jingyu’s spiritual power flowing into her, Song Xuyi’s discomfort eased considerably. Though initially worried, after seeing Ning Jingyu swiftly dispatch the demon beast, Song Xuyi regained some confidence in the seemingly difficult road ahead.

Before long, they encountered another group of demons.

This time, five demons blocked their way.

Song Xuyi’s suspicions were confirmed: the demons outside had allied with those in the Black Water Pool.

Two of the demons had sullen faces, with ancient totems carved on them, while the other three were dressed incredibly provocatively, smiling seductively.

“Oh, isn’t this the famous Fairy Ning? To think you’d return to the Black Water Pool again.”

“We’ve heard of your unparalleled skills, but unfortunately, a hundred years ago, we were in seclusion and missed the chance to meet you. Today, we must have a good encounter with you!”

“Don’t kill Fairy Ning right away. We’ve been coveting her for a long time and want to have some fun…”

Relying on their numbers, the demons began to speak lewdly without restraint.

Hearing their obscene words, Song Xuyi bit her lip, gripping her sword tightly, almost unable to hold back from charging forward: How could someone as noble and proud as Ning Jingyu be humiliated like this?

However, Ning Jingyu beside her appeared indifferent, as if those vile words weren’t directed at her.

Before Song Xuyi could make a move, Ning Jingyu enveloped her in a formation, isolating her from the demonic energy and pressure. Whatever method Ning Jingyu used, Song Xuyi’s vision became hazy, unable to see the battle, only hearing the sound of the wind and the sounds of fighting around her.

Something happened that caused the demons to suddenly cry out in terror, calling Ning Jingyu a ‘monster,’ but their words were abruptly cut off—

This time, Ning Jingyu’s battle took a bit longer.

When Song Xuyi could see again, the five demons who had been jeering were now corpses. Ning Jingyu’s face looked even better, and the eerie aura around her had grown stronger.

Song Xuyi glanced at the demon corpses, feeling that they looked oddly shriveled. Just as she was about to examine them more closely, Ning Jingyu took her hand and continued forward—

“Watch your step.”

Ning Jingyu looked down at Song Xuyi, reminding her to avoid a rock underfoot. Hearing this, Song Xuyi looked up, meeting Ning Jingyu’s dark, deep eyes—

Her heart skipped a beat. Song Xuyi suddenly remembered the time Ning Jingyu had taken her to the Demon Palace: on the return journey, there had been a moment when Ning Jingyu appeared particularly enchanting, almost causing Song Xuyi to have improper thoughts. Ning Jingyu’s aura now was similar to that time, even more powerful and alluring, irresistibly drawing one’s gaze. Looking at her made Song Xuyi’s legs go weak.

Song Xuyi took a deep breath, blushing as she lowered her head. She dug her nails into her palm, forcing herself to look away, constantly reminding herself, “This is my master, I must not have impure thoughts about my master…” and stopped thinking about the oddities of the demons.

Before long, they encountered a third group of demons.

This time, there were ten demons.

These demons didn’t underestimate Ning Jingyu like the previous ones. Their eyes were filled with caution as they looked at Ning Jingyu and Song Xuyi holding hands. One of the demons seemed to realize something and exclaimed, “So that’s it!”

“No wonder the others fell to your sword! They must have believed the rumors that you were still recovering from old injuries. After all, everyone knows you’ve been healing all these years. Who would have thought you had such an excellent healing material by your side? You must have been using it a lot over the years…”

Song Xuyi’s eyes widened, shocked that this demon thought she was Ning Jingyu’s healing furnace. Before she could react, Ning Jingyu’s grip on her hand tightened, and her sword suddenly flew out, transforming into countless shadows that pierced the speaking demon—

The demon frantically tried to dodge but was still struck on the arm. As Ning Jingyu attacked, the other demons also charged at her—

Song Xuyi instinctively glanced at Ning Jingyu: Ning Jingyu’s lips were tightly pressed together, her eyes filled with killing intent as she looked at the demon.

Compared to the previous demons’ filthy words, this comment seemed harmless. Song Xuyi didn’t expect Ning Jingyu to get angry over it.

However, before she could ponder deeply, a familiar blur came over Song Xuyi’s eyes again.

Unlike the previous two times, this time Ning Jingyu also blocked Song Xuyi’s hearing.

Fortunately, it didn’t last long. Shortly afterward, Song Xuyi fell into a familiar embrace with a faint smell of blood. After walking for a while, Ning Jingyu finally lifted the blockage on Song Xuyi’s vision and hearing—

Song Xuyi glanced at Ning Jingyu with complex emotions, then lowered her head as if she hadn’t noticed anything. She held Ning Jingyu’s hand and continued walking forward, but her mind was swirling with countless thoughts:

Ning Jingyu’s actions were too deliberate. Was there something about the corpses of those demons that she didn’t want anyone to know?

Recalling the moments of interaction with Ning Jingyu over the years—from her ruthless training methods, her reclusiveness and healing, to her increasingly pale complexion in recent times, Ning Jingyu’s Demonic Dragon bloodline, and her now more enchanting and bewitching aura…

A sudden guess formed in Song Xuyi’s mind: Was Ning Jingyu unable to suppress the demonic energy within her?

Given the situation across the Three Realms, if news of Ning Jingyu failing to suppress the demonic energy spread, the consequences would be disastrous.

Worried that she might notice something unusual, Ning Jingyu didn’t want her to see her slaying demons…

The more Song Xuyi thought about it, the more she felt her guess was correct, and her heart ached even more for Ning Jingyu.

For a demon slayer to become a demon herself, what a blow that would be for Ning Jingyu?

……

Song Xuyi’s nose stung, and she couldn’t help but hold Ning Jingyu’s hand tighter. Perhaps fearing she had noticed something, Ning Jingyu’s hand suddenly stiffened, and her expression grew even colder than usual, making Song Xuyi’s heart ache more: “Master, when the situation in the Three Realms stabilizes, let’s find a place to live in seclusion!”

That way, no one would know that Ning Jingyu couldn’t suppress the demonic energy anymore.

The more Song Xuyi thought about it, the more she felt this idea was feasible, and she couldn’t help but elaborate, painting a picture of a beautiful secluded life for Ning Jingyu: “Master, there are many beautiful sceneries in the human world, different customs, all sorts of food and storybooks. At that time, we can travel every inch of the land, boating in spring, enjoying lotus in summer, viewing maple leaves in autumn, and walking in the snow in winter…”

This seemed to work.

As she listened to Song Xuyi’s words, Ning Jingyu’s rigid body gradually relaxed.

She turned to look deeply at Song Xuyi. Even though Song Xuyi prided herself on being forthright, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous when meeting Ning Jingyu’s dark, deep eyes. It was as if she was suddenly being watched by a fierce beast, and she almost instinctively wanted to avoid it—

But fearing Ning Jingyu might think she was disgusted by her, Song Xuyi forcibly restrained the urge to turn away and bravely met Ning Jingyu’s gaze.

My disciple is so smart, she must have sensed something, right?

Yet she instinctively assumes the best of me, always siding with me, which is why I can’t help but place her in my heart, wanting to see myself in her eyes every day.

But Ning Jingyu understands better than anyone—this is all stolen.

Her disciple’s goodwill towards her stems from believing she is a hero dedicated to protecting the world.

However… I’ve never wanted to protect this world, I’ve even thought of destroying it.

But…

If pretending to be righteous could bring about the beautiful life of traveling the world as described by her disciple, Ning Jingyu suddenly thought: Perhaps I could keep pretending…

“Alright!”

“You said it,” Ning Jingyu’s voice was hoarse. The bewitching, demonic aura around her quietly dissipated in that instant, reverting to the cold, familiar master that Song Xuyi knew. She looked deeply at Song Xuyi, tightened her grip on Song Xuyi’s hand, as if solemnly forming a pact with her: “I will remember!”

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Updating at the right moment.

The recent busy period is almost over, and I should be able to update daily in the coming week (hopefully, this flag won’t fall…)

Love you all, good night~

LP: Re-translated on June 07, 2024