When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 80

Volume Four: Those Years When I Was a Master

[Rough and not set in stone: Foundation Establishment → Enlightenment → Integration → Temptation → Golden Core → Nascent Soul → Soul Division → Body Integration → Void Glimpse → Mahayana → Void Shattering → Tribulation Transcendence → Supreme Immortal]

My Turn

A clear fragrance, like a fine mist, gently coiled around her nose.

Yu Wan Zhao slowly opened her eyes. Her hazy vision fell upon the slender figure by her bed.

The person turned, revealing an exquisite side profile, just like the person she often met in her dreams.

“…Master?” she murmured softly.

She was afraid that startling the ethereal figure would cause it to dissipate before her eyes, vanishing into nothingness.

She had tried to reach out before, only to grasp at empty air, unable to hold onto anything.

Wen Nuan heard an extremely faint whisper. If the room hadn’t been so quiet, she might have missed it entirely.

“Hm?” Wen Nuan looked over and saw Yu Wan Zhao’s eyes half-closed, as if she were still not fully awake. “What is it? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Yesterday, Yu Wan Zhao’s emotions had seemed a bit turbulent, and she had actually fainted.

Wen Nuan had immediately checked the state of the demonic spiritual power inside Yu Wan Zhao’s body. It was relatively balanced, with no signs of rampaging.

And the reason Yu Wan Zhao had fainted was because she had been angered to the point of passing out?!

She and Liu Qingsui had exchanged a look, both silently agreeing that Yu Wan Zhao had definitely been knocked out by the other’s anger, and shot each other looks of contempt and blame.

Once Liu Qingsui learned that Yu Wan Zhao’s demonic spiritual power hadn’t gone berserk, he had left, relieved. He left Yu Wan Zhao in Wen Nuan’s room, hoping Wen Nuan could use some pillow talk to talk Yu Wan Zhao out of her reckless idea.

The hand resting by the bed lifted, its fingertips toying with the corner of Wen Nuan’s clothes as if playing.

“Master, my… my chest hurts?” Yu Wan Zhao’s voice was low and hoarse, full of grievance.

“Your chest hurts?” Wen Nuan looked at Yu Wan Zhao’s chest, wanting to pull open her clothes to see if there was an injury. “Shall Master take a look for you?”

Yu Wan Zhao said nothing, just stared at her blankly.

Wen Nuan was genuinely worried she was injured. After all, the ancient battlefield here at the Cangshan Blood Sea had attracted many human cultivators. Although the relationship between the human and demon races had a strangely bizarre harmony, if a conflict did break out, it would be a fight to the death, with everyone striking ruthlessly and without mercy.

Just as she untied the sash and was about to pull open the collar, her wrist was seized in a fierce grip.

Wen Nuan looked up into a pair of eyes filled with shame, anger, and hostility.

Yu Wan Zhao looked down at the hand on her chest and said coldly, “What are you doing?!”

“…”

Clearly, Yu Wan Zhao had misunderstood.

Wen Nuan tried to break free from her grasp, but her grip was too tight to pull away. “You just said your chest hurt. I thought you were injured.”

Yu Wan Zhao’s brow furrowed as she said mockingly, “What? You want to take advantage of my injury to kill me so you can escape?”

Wen Nuan felt mentally exhausted. “…No.”

“Hmph, it’s best that you don’t,” Yu Wan Zhao said, shoving her hand away and retying her clothes. “If I find out you have any thoughts of running, I’ll kill you.”

“Kill me?” Wen Nuan was threatened by the female lead[ every day, but she never saw her actually make a move. It was a classic empty threat.

She grabbed Yu Wan Zhao’s hand and placed it on her own neck. “If you’re worried I’ll run, why not just kill me now?”

The system cried out in alarm: 【Are you crazy! If she really kills you, I have no way to resurrect you, ahhh….】

“You want to die?” Yu Wan Zhao’s five fingers tightened.

Wen Nuan gave a faint smile. “Rather than you worrying I’ll escape, and me worrying my life is in danger, why don’t we be more direct? How about you just kill me?”

“Do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?” Yu Wan Zhao’s eyes flickered several times, her tone vicious.

Wen Nuan didn’t answer, instead closing her eyes with a relaxed expression.

Seeing her calm appearance, Yu Wan Zhao felt as if she wasn’t the least bit afraid of being killed.

Her knuckles turned white. Yu Wan Zhao stared at the slender neck in her palm, her fingers already pressing bluish-purple marks onto the skin.

If she just used a little more force, she could snap Wen Nuan’s neck completely.

The system was roaring incessantly in Wen Nuan’s mind: 【Ahhh, we’re going to die, we’re going to die, ahhh…】

Wen Nuan could feel the powerful force on her neck, but she could also feel an imperceptible tremor in it.

Wen Nuan was making a bet.

She was betting that Yu Wan Zhao couldn’t bring herself to do it.

The pressure on her neck loosened. Wen Nuan took a deep breath and looked at the Yu Wan Zhao before her.

The corner of her lips curled up slightly, a flash of triumph in her eyes.

See? She won the bet.

Yu Wan Zhao might not like her, might even hate her, but she couldn’t bring herself to deliver a killing blow.

The little crybaby was still easy to read. For instance, she was actually very soft-hearted. If you showed her a bit of weakness, she couldn’t bring herself to be fierce anymore.

“If you don’t kill me this time, I’ll fight back next time,” Wen Nuan said, rubbing her neck.

“The only reason I’m not killing you is because you’re still useful to me,” Yu Wan Zhao said, her tone stiff. She glanced at the chains on Wen Nuan’s limbs and sneered, “You’re at a dead end. How could you possibly fight back against me?”

The moment her words fell, Yu Wan Zhao’s vision blurred.

When she came to her senses, she found herself pinned beneath Wen Nuan. Her hands were bound above her head by the chains, and Wen Nuan had forcefully wedged herself between her legs, rendering her unable to move.

Yu Wan Zhao could feel their bodies pressed tightly together, a delicate fragrance filling the air and a soft warmth in her arms.

Her cheeks instantly flushed red. Furious out of embarrassment, she cried, “Yu Wen Nuan, what are you doing?!”

Wen Nuan leaned in close to her earlobe, which was already completely red, and whispered, “Resisting you.”

As she spoke, her lips brushed against the crimson earlobe, causing a series of shivers.

Just as Yu Wan Zhao was about to struggle up, a hand on her waist gave a sharp pinch. Her entire body went soft in an instant, and she lay limply on the bed, completely at Wen Nuan’s mercy.

“Let go of me.”

The words came out soft, breathy, and hoarse, not like a threat or intimidation, but more like a shy, hesitant plea.

Wen Nuan knew when to stop. She got up and sat to the side, watching as Yu Wan Zhao scrambled back again and again until she was huddled in a corner of the bed, watching her warily.

“You’re planning to absorb the demonic soul inheritance?” Wen Nuan stopped teasing her, intending to discuss something important.

Yu Wan Zhao guessed immediately that Liu Qingsui must have told Wen Nuan. “What’s it to you?”

“He asked me to persuade you.”

“Asked you to persuade me?” Yu Wan Zhao let out a mocking laugh. “Has Liu Qingsui lost his mind?”

Her eyes shifted. “How did Liu Qingsui plan for you to persuade me?”

“He told me to use some pillow talk,” Wen Nuan said, looking at Yu Wan Zhao with leisurely confidence. “He said you like me, and if I were the one to persuade you, you’d definitely listen.”

Yu Wan Zhao: “…”

She vehemently denied it. “Who likes you!? You’d believe the words of a member of the demon race? In your eyes, aren’t all demons devious and full of lies?”

Yu Wan Zhao saw Wen Nuan fall silent, as if deep in thought.

She grew nervous and flustered. “You… you don’t actually believe Liu Qingsui’s nonsense, do you?”

Wen Nuan’s eyes were calm, her thin lips slightly parted. “Should I believe it?”

Yu Wan Zhao, should I believe what Liu Qingsui said? That you actually like me, right?

“Th-this… is this even a question of ‘should’?” Yu Wan Zhao’s voice immediately rose. “To think… to think you believe such obvious nonsense, and you’re an elder of the Qianyuan Upper Palace. Can’t you even tell the difference between lies and the truth?”

Wen Nuan feigned ignorance and asked, “That you hate me and want to kill me is true? That you like me and want to possess me is false? Is that right?”

Yu Wan Zhao: “…”

Seeing her silence, Wen Nuan deliberately leaned closer, her eyes filled with confusion. “Is it right for me to think that way?”

Yu Wan Zhao swallowed hard. “…..”

Wen Nuan’s words were obviously correct, so why… why couldn’t she give a decisive answer?!

It was as if her throat had been poisoned mute. No words could come out, stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, leaving her feeling unbearably suffocated.

Yu Wan Zhao abruptly pushed Wen Nuan away, jumped off the bed, and hurried out.

Wen Nuan watched her fleeing back and the shoes she had forgotten to put on, and she chuckled softly.

【Hey? The blackening value has dropped!】 the system said in surprise. 【The female lead’s blackening value has already dropped to 7.5! How did you do that?】

Wen Nuan looked at the chains on her wrists. Their suppression on her wasn’t actually that strong. She could break them with ease. There would be a backlash, but it was within a range she could endure.

“Loving without knowing.”

【Loving without knowing?】 The system didn’t understand. 【What does that mean?】

Wen Nuan circulated her spiritual power and forcibly snapped the chains. Her Primordial Spirit¹ trembled for a moment from the backlash, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out by the bedside, staining the otherwise pure white hem of her dress.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. “She likes me, but she doesn’t know what ‘like’ is.”

The system was bewildered: 【Isn’t that you? Didn’t you also not know what ‘like’ was at the beginning?】

“That’s right, isn’t that just like me?” Wen Nuan picked up the pair of shoes and walked out of the room. “This time, it’s my turn.”

【Your turn for what?】

Wen Nuan didn’t have to walk far before she saw Yu Wan Zhao standing by the edge of the blood-sea cliff.

Barefoot, her slender back exuded helplessness and confusion.

She heard footsteps and, assuming it was Liu Qingsui, didn’t turn around.

“You’re back?”

After waiting a moment with no reply, she noted the footsteps were still there.

Yu Wan Zhao realized something was wrong. The weight of the footsteps wasn’t heavy like a man’s, but rather light and drifting.

She was certain that if that person wanted to hide their steps, she wouldn’t have been able to detect them at all.

But this Blood Control Pavilion was within a barrier. Unless it was a cultivator at the Mahayana Realm, no one should be able to find this place.

Yu Wan Zhao secretly circulated her demonic spiritual power, remaining ever vigilant of the footsteps behind her, looking for the right moment to strike.

One step… one step…

As the footsteps drew closer, Yu Wan Zhao’s nose twitched. She caught a whiff of a familiar, clear fragrance.

This scent?!

Yu Wan Zhao spun around abruptly and stared at the person standing before her—Yu Wen Nuan. “How did you get here?!” she exclaimed in shock.

She looked at her limbs. The chains were gone?

The bloodstain on the hem of her dress instantly entered her vision.

Yu Wan Zhao’s pupils trembled. “You actually shattered the ‘Soul-Locking Chains’?” she cried out.

So those chains were called ‘Soul-Locking Chains.’

Wen Nuan nodded. “Those chains couldn’t hold me.”

Yu Wan Zhao took a deep breath. Her current state was terrible; her demonic and spiritual powers frequently rampaged. At her current level of Late-stage Body Integration, she was no match for Wen Nuan.

Liu Qingsui had already returned to the Demon Realm. Only the two of them were left in the Blood Control Pavilion. No one could help her.

If Wen Nuan wanted to escape, she couldn’t possibly stop her.

If Wen Nuan wanted to kill her, she could only surrender without a fight.

“Whether you want to leave or kill me, do as you please!” Yu Wan Zhao closed her eyes, offering no resistance.

She had thought about it before. If one day she had to die at the hands of a human cultivator, dying by Yu Wen Nuan’s hand would be alright.

“Lift your foot.”

Yu Wan Zhao paused, opened her eyes, and looked at Yu Wen Nuan, who was crouching in front of her. “What?” she asked, confused.

Wen Nuan placed the shoes in front of her and repeated, “Lift your foot.”

Yu Wan Zhao tentatively lifted her foot, wanting to see what on earth she was up to. She watched in astonishment as Wen Nuan took hold of her ankle, gently wiped the sole of her foot with her hand, and then put her sock and shoe on for her.

“The other one.”

Yu Wan Zhao’s mind was in a daze. She did whatever Wen Nuan said.

After Wen Nuan finished putting on her shoes and socks, she was about to stand up when a dull pain erupted in her chest, as if she had been heavily punched.

Forcibly breaking the Soul-Locking Chains earlier had triggered the old internal injuries in her foundation.

She twisted her wrist inside her wide sleeve, suppressing the blood rising in her throat and adjusting her spiritual energy fluctuations until the tightness in her chest subsided.

“What are you doing this for?”

Yu Wan Zhao came back to her senses. Her shoes and socks were on, and the warmth from Wen Nuan’s palm seemed to linger on her feet, making her heart stir restlessly.

Wen Nuan straightened up. “Don’t go barefoot. It’s not good for your health.”

“I don’t need your fake kindness.”

The words were spoken through gritted teeth.

Yu Wan Zhao suddenly felt aggrieved and heartbroken. The resentment that had been bottled up in her heart for so long erupted at this moment.

She tore off her shoes, threw them fiercely to the ground, and roared, “What does my health have to do with you? Wouldn’t my death be a cause for celebration, just what you wanted? Is there any point in you being so fake and hypocritical? You want to kill me, so what are you doing now, pretending we have some deep master-disciple bond?”

“Wan Zhao?”

Wen Nuan raised her hand and cupped her cheek, her warm fingertips brushing past her eyelashes.

“Don’t cry.”

This time, it’s my turn to love you.

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The author has something to say:

Wen Nuan: This habit of yours of crying all the time has never changed. It really makes one’s heart ache.

Female Lead: You don’t seem to feel any heartache when I’m crying in bed.

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