Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 10: Assistance ✨

Luo Jinxiao blinked in surprise, momentarily at a loss for words.

Qu Weiyin, however, was distracted by the sight of Luo Jinxiao’s fluttering eyelashes, thinking how soft they might feel if she tugged on them.

Never one to hesitate, Qu Weiyin reached out and gave them a firm tug.

“Ouch!” Luo Jinxiao yelped, quickly stepping back to distance herself from Qu Weiyin’s mischievous grasp.

“Uh, it’s nothing,” she stammered, feeling a wave of relief. She was grateful the “demoness” didn’t hold her actions against her, or she would have been in even deeper trouble.

Qu Weiyin glanced at her own fingertips, then steadied herself and looked at Luo Jinxiao with a probing gaze.

Luo Jinxiao sat rigidly, feeling like she was on pins and needles under Qu Weiyin’s scrutiny, wishing the moment would pass quickly. She just wanted to return to her sweeping duties.

“It seems you already knew about the gu in my body,” Qu Weiyin said, tilting her head slightly. She extended a cool hand, a result of her unwell state, and gently lifted Luo Jinxiao’s chin.

“Look up,” Qu Weiyin commanded, her tone indifferent.

Luo Jinxiao, hearing this, gritted her teeth and raised her head, her gaze evasive but not denying anything.

“How could someone considered useless for over a decade detect such a complex gu technique? Could it be that you were pretending all along?” Qu Weiyin continued.

“I couldn’t cultivate, so I had to study other things to pass the time,” Luo Jinxiao replied with a slight smile, trying to sound matter-of-fact.

“Even I can’t always predict when it will flare up or how to stabilize it. You’ve used your time quite well,” Qu Weiyin mused, nodding thoughtfully.

Luo Jinxiao feigned a nod, maintaining her smile.

Inwardly, she was filled with questions. How could someone from the renowned Qu family have been implanted with a gu since childhood, and yet no one noticed for so long?

But she was too timid to ask.

“Enough. You can go now.” Qu Weiyin seemed to have grown tired of the conversation. She withdrew her hand, turning to walk back to the window, slowly leaning against the elegant couch.

Noble, graceful, her dark hair cascading down, adding a touch of allure.

Luo Jinxiao quickly averted her gaze, bowed, then rushed to the door.

A gust of wind struck her face, causing the loose strands of hair on her forehead to flutter. Quick as a flash, Luo Jinxiao grabbed the door frame, barely saving herself from being thrown out as half of her body almost flew out.

Stunned, she looked down, her temper flaring. Who in their right mind would build a house on the edge of a cliff?

Even if they sought a beautiful view, there was no need to place the door at the cliff’s edge!

Luo Jinxiao took a deep breath, pulling herself back with all her strength. She turned to look at Qu Weiyin and found her with her eyes closed, completely still; she appeared to have fallen asleep.

However, her brows were tightly knitted, as if troubled by nightmares.

Luo Jinxiao couldn’t bring herself to disturb her, so she turned back to figure out a way down herself.

If it were her past self, she could have casually recited a teleportation spell, or summoned her sword to ride down in no time at all. But with her current level of cultivation, climbing down seemed to offer more possibility than anything else.

A hundred-foot precipice was indeed quite daunting.

As she hesitated, she suddenly heard a voice behind her. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered, “What’s the matter? Can’t you get down?”

Without needing to look back, the familiar scent told her it was the demoness.

Feeling awkward, she nodded.

“Though your cultivation is low, you might still try flying with a sword,” Qu Weiyin suggested, glancing downward. “There’s a river below; you won’t die from a fall.”

“But the river has rocks…” Luo Jinxiao lamented her current self; as she spoke, she almost wished she could hide her head in shame.

Seeing her flustered expression remarkably pleased Qu Weiyin, who smirked slightly. She cleared her throat and asked, “Do you have a sword?”

Luo Jinxiao shook her head.

“Truly useless,” Qu Weiyin remarked, raising an eyebrow. She suddenly grabbed Luo Jinxiao’s collar, and with a dizzying spin, Luo Jinxiao found herself standing behind Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin’s sword was narrow, and caught off guard, Luo Jinxiao nearly slipped. Instinctively, she grabbed Qu Weiyin’s waist to steady herself.

Qu Weiyin had a remarkably good figure, and her waist was slender and soft. Holding her like this, Luo Jinxiao inexplicably blushed. She averted her gaze, focusing on the back of Qu Weiyin’s head, and tried to distract herself by counting the hairpins she thought she saw.

After a while, she realized that Qu Weiyin didn’t have any hairpins at all.

“Have you touched enough?” Qu Weiyin’s cold voice came from ahead, with a hint of threat. Luo Jinxiao quickly withdrew her hands and placed them behind her back.

Sword-flying should have been quick, but Qu Weiyin intentionally slowed down.

Perhaps to help her adjust? Luo Jinxiao dared to speculate but quickly dismissed her shameless thought. This was the “demoness,” after all. The fact that she hadn’t thrown Luo Jinxiao off was already a huge mercy.

A gentle breeze rustled past, and a thin mist settled on her shoulders. Luo Jinxiao finally had a moment to look around. The green mountains and blue waters blended seamlessly with the sky, with a light mist embracing the mountain top and small boats drifting below.

On one of these boats, a few disciples in white robes were sneaking out of the sect to catch fish in the river.

Such leisure was something she hadn’t seen in a long time, and now it felt incredibly familiar and comforting.

Qu Weiyin glanced down as well and, with a flick of her hand, overturned the disciples’ boat, sending them and their catch into the water, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Violating sect rules,” Qu Weiyin stated seriously.

When they arrived at Elder Xie’s courtyard, Luo Jinxiao was about to express her gratitude, but Qu Weiyin pushed her aside and walked into the courtyard as if she owned the place.

Luo Jinxiao hurriedly followed, watching as Qu Weiyin effortlessly froze the small puppet that came to block her way. She then made her way to the stone table and stools in the center of the courtyard, sweeping her robes as she sat down.

“Where is Mr. Liu Zhi?” she asked.

Luo Jinxiao glanced inside the door and replied, “He might be inside. He never comes out.”

“Never comes out,” Qu Weiyin mused, tapping her fingers lightly on the table.

Before Luo Jinxiao could fully comprehend her movements, a loud crash erupted, sending dust and debris tumbling everywhere. Instinctively, Luo Jinxiao raised her hand to shield Qu Weiyin from a piece of flying wall plaster.

She quickly realized, though, that Qu Weiyin remained spotless, needing no protection, and she awkwardly lowered her hand.

A flicker of surprise crossed Qu Weiyin’s eyes as she looked up at Luo Jinxiao, but she said nothing.

The door swung open, and Elder Xie stormed out, anger etched on his face. However, upon seeing Qu Weiyin, his fury immediately turned to resignation.

“Why are you here again, girl? I’ve repaired this wall dozens of times, and soon there won’t be any bricks left!” he complained.

“An old man like you, pretending to be aloof and secluded, yet you can’t even use puppet techniques properly,” Qu Weiyin retorted sarcastically.

Elder Xie opened his mouth but was at a loss for words.

“Fine, fine. I can’t argue with you. What do you want this time?” Elder Xie sighed, clearly worn out.

“Her,” Qu Weiyin said, nodding toward Luo Jinxiao.

Elder Xie glanced at Luo Jinxiao, frowning. “I already took her in. What more do you want?”

“Teach her.”

“Her celestial veins may be unique, but her spiritual power is weak. How am I supposed to teach her? I haven’t taken a disciple in 800 years, and if I were to take one, it would be someone who could bring me glory, not someone like her,” Elder Xie protested, shaking his head vigorously.

Luo Jinxiao blushed, feeling embarrassed that they were discussing her so openly. After all, she was just a young girl with thin skin.

“You must not only teach her, but make her the strongest in Wuhui Sect,” Qu Weiyin stated firmly, her expression serious, leaving no room for doubt.

“Otherwise, not only will I have you rebuild the wall, but this entire house…” Qu Weiyin glanced around, lifting her hand as if to demonstrate.

“Wait!” Elder Xie rushed forward, trying to protect his beloved courtyard.

“Good, I’ll take that as your agreement,” Qu Weiyin said cheerfully. She stood up and headed for the door, leaving Luo Jinxiao bewildered.

Why was Qu Weiyin helping her?

A Benevolent person? She didn’t seem like someone who would go out of her way for a stranger.

Before Luo Jinxiao could speak, Qu Weiyin suddenly turned back, lightly tapping her on the back of the neck.

“If you can’t achieve what I said, be careful,” she warned, her words filled with menace.

Luo Jinxiao quickly stepped back, but by the time she regained her composure, Qu Weiyin had vanished.

She touched her neck, surprised to find that the injury caused by Yan Ying had already healed completely.