Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 26: A Vow

After returning to the No Regrets Sect from the Celestial Realm, life returned to its calm and normal state. Just as Qu Weiyin had advised, Luo Jinxiao did not mention the sword she possessed to anyone. The divine sword appeared unremarkable, and thus it attracted no attention.

Only Elder Liu noticed it once and, despite a slight change in his expression, did not inquire further.

The disciple named Wei Ziran, however, seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed. For quite a while, everyone lived in apprehension, with some even claiming he had died in the Celestial Realm. A few elders sent people to search for him, but they met with no success.

Only Luo Jinxiao understood the truth—the disciple had indeed disappeared from the No Regrets Sect.

Qu Weiyin had not been seen for several days, causing Luo Jinxiao to worry. She specifically asked Lu Fanzhi to inquire with her master, Gui Jiu. The response she received was that Master Qu had entered seclusion for cultivation since returning from the Celestial Realm and likely wouldn’t appear for a while.

Upon hearing this news, Luo Jinxiao breathed a sigh of relief while also feeling a touch of melancholy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Qu Weiyin’s current seclusion was tied to the illusion she had seen.

Could it be that she was truly angered to the point of retreating like this? Each time Luo Jinxiao thought about it, her heart filled with guilt. She worried Qu Weiyin had misunderstood something and thought it best to wait for an opportunity to explain herself and express her apologies.

However, finding a way to apologize to a demoness was indeed challenging. Luo Jinxiao pondered for a long time, realizing she didn’t have anything suitable to offer as a token of goodwill. Suddenly, she had an idea and pulled over the sleepy Qiongqi at her side.

“Sweetie, I’m counting on you this time,” Luo Jinxiao said, kneeling on the ground, reaching out a hand, trying to shake claws with the Qiongqi.

The Qiongqi retracted its head, ignoring her entirely.

“Just bear with it; the demoness likes you. Don’t be deceived by her fierce demeanor; she’s actually quite easy to coax. If you just act a little cutesy, she surely won’t stay angry,” Luo Jinxiao said earnestly. “Although I didn’t mean any harm, this time, I truly feel guilty toward her. As practitioners of the righteous path, we must be upright and cannot let misunderstandings linger.”

Hearing this, the Qiongqi opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs.

“Oh, you’re not a practitioner of the righteous path; you’re a fierce beast,” Luo Jinxiao replied awkwardly, patting her face. “Just help me this time; I’m counting on you!”

She held up two fingers.

The Qiongqi still snarled, showing its teeth.

“Ten heads, and that’s my final offer,” Luo Jinxiao said through clenched teeth.

Only then did the Qiongqi finally retract its fangs and extend its paw, indicating a deal had been struck.

—

Meanwhile, in the Han Yun Pavilion.

The fragrant incense spiraled through the air, dissipating as it was swept by the breeze streaming in from the window, mingling with the sheer curtains. The coldness of the white jade permeated the room, filling it with an icy atmosphere.

Qu Weiyin sat at a desk, a book laid open before her, its pages fluttering wildly in the breeze, uncertain of where they would settle.

As the wind tousled her loose hair, her phoenix eyes stared blankly ahead, projecting a sense of tranquility.

“Hey, you’ve been dazed for the entire day; are you done yet?” the spirit of the sword said, sitting cross-legged across from her, showing a face full of impatience.

Qu Weiyin lazily pulled her gaze back to the sword spirit, glancing at her.

“I think you’re not quite right since returning from the Celestial Realm. You either sit here like a stone statue or enter into a trance like a monk, hardly looking at any books or practicing any techniques,” the sword spirit continued, her tone exasperated.

“Could it be that you’re unwilling to accept not obtaining the divine sword? That’s easy to solve; I can take care of it myself. Let’s go right now and scatter that yellow-haired girl’s soul!” the sword spirit declared, standing up. However, she was met with a swift slap from Qu Weiyin, sending her back down onto the table.

“Enough noise,” Qu Weiyin said coldly.

Once her hand was removed, the sword spirit puffed up like a balloon. While she smoothed out her messy hair, she said aggrievedly, “Fine, I won’t go. No need to be so fierce.”

“Seriously, are you really going to protect that yellow-haired girl at all costs? Be careful not to raise a white-eyed wolf; look at her, acting all righteous and noble. If she turns against you someday, what will you do?”

“Moreover, considering she managed to obtain the divine sword, it shows her potential isn’t low. It means she’s hiding something; there are many mysteries surrounding her. Even if you can’t bring yourself to eliminate a future threat, you should at least keep your distance from her.”

Qu Weiyin half-heartedly listened, idly flipping through the pages of the book in front of her.

Indeed, there were too many mysteries, and the illusions from that day—what did they signify? Why on earth did her own past life appear in that girl’s illusion?

She originally wanted to give her a little guidance simply because they shared similar traits of dual yin and yang, hoping to spare her from experiencing the same pain she had suffered.

But if this small act of kindness would result in trouble for herself, then it was best to keep her distance from the girl.

As Qu Weiyin lost herself in her thoughts, the image of her former self from the illusion appeared in her mind. She inadvertently shook her hand, tearing a corner off the once pristine book.

Frustrated, she attempted to fix the page, but just then, a ceramic jar on the table shattered with a loud bang, startling the sword spirit.

The sword spirit dared not speak again; when Qu Weiyin was angry, something always ended up breaking. If she provoked her again, it would be akin to courting death.

“Someone’s coming,” Qu Weiyin said, lifting her gaze and gesturing for the sword spirit to open the door.

With a resigned bounce, the sword spirit jumped off the table and opened the door, only to be met with the sight of the Qiongqi flapping its wings, dangling all four legs in the air.

The sword spirit blinked and promptly slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

“Who is it?” Qu Weiyin frowned and asked. The sword spirit shook its head, indicating that no one was outside.

Just as she was shaking her head, the Qiongqi flew in through the window, landing smoothly on the table and shaking its fur.

“It’s…” Qu Weiyin’s eyes flickered slightly, but she couldn’t bring herself to utter the name “Sweetie.” Instead, she settled on, “Qiongqi?”

The Qiongqi, having taken Luo Jinxiao’s instructions to heart, dove into Qu Weiyin’s embrace without hesitation, rubbing its fluffy head against her. Often rejecting contact, Qu Weiyin found herself unexpectedly smiling at the gesture.

When she smiled, she looked incredibly beautiful, her phoenix eyes narrowing into graceful crescent shapes, her red lips pressed together, the sharpness of her demeanor fading to reveal a gentler aura.

However, the smile was fleeting. She quickly returned to her distant self, raising her gaze to the door and saying, “Come in; hiding like that is absurd.”

Luo Jinxiao pushed open the door, a sheepish smile on her face as she stepped inside. But before she could fully enter, the door slammed shut with a loud “bang,” nearly sending her flying.

“Master Uncle, I came to check on you,” she said with a bright grin, striding toward Qu Weiyin. However, upon meeting her icy gaze, she involuntarily slowed her pace.

“Not practicing? What are you doing here?” Qu Weiyin asked, her fingers gently stroking the Qiongqi’s fur, her demeanor contrasting sharply with the fleeting smile she had just shown.

“I was worried you’d be lonely by yourself, so I brought Sweetie to keep you company,” Luo Jinxiao replied, her smile radiant, her bright, innocent eyes appearing harmless.

“I can be alone for as long as I want; I don’t need company. You can leave now,” Qu Weiyin said, placing the Qiongqi down and waving her hand dismissively. Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao quickly exchanged a knowing look with the Qiongqi.

The Qiongqi complied, suddenly letting out an “auuu” as it charged back into Qu Weiyin’s embrace, clinging to her clothing with its claws and staring with round eyes, producing two streams of tears.

The sight was so heart-melting that Qu Weiyin momentarily froze, then let out a sigh and lifted the creature back into her arms.

Seeing her plan succeed, Luo Jinxiao finally felt relieved. She thought about rewarding the Qiongqi for its heartfelt performance by bringing it an extra cow when she got back.

“What is it? Speak,” Qu Weiyin said. She raised her gaze, momentarily locking eyes with Luo Jinxiao, causing her heart to skip a beat before she coolly looked away.

“I wanted to clarify about the events from a while ago. I truly, genuinely have never harbored any improper thoughts about you, Master Uncle. I swear, if I, Luo Jinxiao, am lying, let heaven strike me down with five bolts of lightning!” She declared earnestly, standing tall with three fingers raised toward the sky.

At that moment, what had been pleasant weather suddenly darkened. The sky became overcast, and a flash of blue light appeared on the horizon, followed by a loud clap of thunder.

Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but shrink her neck in response; turning back, she met Qu Weiyin’s knowing gaze.

In that instant, she felt as if she wanted to die. Just a moment ago, it had been sunny; how could it go dark so suddenly? Was it possible Qu Weiyin had a hand in this?

“That’s not what I meant, Master Uncle. This is just a coincidence! As long as the lightning doesn’t strike me, it proves I’m telling the truth…” Luo Jinxiao was cut off mid-sentence by Qu Weiyin.

“Alright, no need,” Qu Weiyin said, waving her delicate fingers. The window that had been opened on its own shut tight, blocking the wind and rain outside.

Continued to pet the Qiongqi, she added, “What you think in your heart is your business; it has nothing to do with me, and I won’t be angry because of it.”

“Really?” Luo Jinxiao asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

Qu Weiyin nodded, “However, you must promise me that you will not tell a soul about what you saw in that illusion. If you do…”

As she spoke, her fingers tapped lightly against the table, and another loud thunderclap resonated from outside.

Luo Jinxiao jumped in surprise, standing straight and nodding repeatedly.

“Since there’s nothing more, you can leave now.” Qu Weiyin waved her hand, her expression as cold as ice.

Luo Jinxiao obediently thanked Qu Weiyin, pulled open the door, and was immediately drenched by the wind and rain splattering her face. Quickly wiping the water off her face, she turned back to Qu Weiyin with a silly grin before soaring off into the sky on her sword.

Qu Weiyin exhaled deeply, shaking her head slightly, her eyes filled with a mix of resignation and amusement. She glanced down at the Qiongqi nestled in her arms, lost in thought, yet the sword spirit could clearly see that her mood had elevated considerably.

“Why do you smile so much when that yellow-haired girl is around?” the sword spirit climbed up onto the desk, her small face filled with curiosity. “What did you see in that illusion?”

“From now on, don’t bring it up again,” Qu Weiyin said sternly, her expression darkening. One look from her made the sword spirit fall silent.

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, why be so fierce?” the sword spirit covered her mouth, grinning. “You’re blushing from anger!”

With growing impatience, Qu Weiyin used her sleeve to cover her cheeks. Raising her free hand, she lifted the Moonlight Star Sword into the air. The sword spirit shouted in surprise as she was forced back into the sword.

—

The next day, Luo Jinxiao rose early again. As the sky began to brighten, she practiced the new technique in the courtyard—one that Elder Liu had taught her just a few days prior when she returned to the No Regrets Sect.

According to Elder Liu, it was a secret technique of his, a killing art. Initially, he hadn’t intended to share it so soon, but after the recent incident, he felt that if he didn’t teach it soon, with Luo Jinxiao’s luck, she might meet her end one day without having the opportunity to learn it.

Though the words sounded harsh, the technique was indeed effective, and Luo Jinxiao accepted it with enthusiasm.

Currently, she was still practicing the first level. In just a few short days, she had already grasped about 80 to 90 percent of it.

As the morning light gradually brightened, the sky took on a golden-red hue, spreading like a layer of ink across the clouds. In no time, it illuminated half of the sky. The rising sun cast a warm glow over everything, as if a soft blanket had been draped over the world.

Luo Jinxiao stretched comfortably, deciding to head to the No Regrets Palace to find Lu Fanzhi. As expected for a sect of cultivators, the palace had been restored to its pristine condition in just a few short days.

“Why are you up so early?” Lu Fanzhi yawned as she walked through the door. At this hour, there weren’t many people around—only a few disciples gathered in small groups chatting amiably.

“Since I had nothing else to do, I thought I might as well come early. Which teacher is giving a lecture today?” Luo Jinxiao inquired.

“It seems it’s Elder He.”

Luo Jinxiao nodded, but before she could say anything else, a disciple in a yellow robe approached her. He looked her up and down and said, “You are Luo Jinxiao, right?”

“Yes,” she replied, surprised at his sudden appearance. She glanced back at Lu Fanzhi and asked, “What does Senior Brother want?”

“Elder He is looking for you. He said it’s urgent and that you must meet him in the library—something about the Pure Yang vein,” the disciple informed her.

Elder He? Just as Luo Jinxiao was about to ask more questions, the disciple disappeared from her line of sight.

“What is the Pure Yang vein?” Lu Fanzhi asked, looking puzzled and somewhat concerned. “There are many in the sect who look down on you. It could be a trap. I should come with you.”

Luo Jinxiao frowned, glancing around the empty hall before shaking her head, her gaze sharpening as she considered the situation. It certainly sounded suspicious, but since it concerned her celestial vein… it was highly tempting.

“Even if it’s a trap, having you come along wouldn’t help. Just stay here. If I’m not back by the time the lecture starts, go look for…”

She halted, a wave of realization washing over her. The No Regrets Sect was vast, filled with masters at every turn. If anything were to happen to her, whom could she turn to for help?

Elder Liu? He was notoriously reclusive, often disappearing without a trace. Even if she managed to find him, would he be willing to intervene on her behalf?

Luo Ning was just a young girl; it was best not to drag her into any trouble.

“Only if it becomes absolutely necessary will I go to Master Uncle. Tell her I’m willing to offer anything as gratitude,” Luo Jinxiao said, uncertain of why she felt that Qu Weiyin would surely help her.

But perhaps, she was just overthinking it.

With a reassuring smile at Lu Fanzhi, Luo Jinxiao turned and stepped out, bracing herself for whatever awaited her in the library.