Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 67: Jealousy

Qu Weiyin pulled her hand out of Luo Jinxiao’s grasp and asked in a low voice, “How did you find your way here?”

“I inquired at Wuhui Sect and learned you were here,” Luo Jinxiao replied with a beaming smile. Just looking at Qu Weiyin standing before her made her heart soar, and no matter what, she couldn’t hide the joy radiating from her face.

“Master Uncle, let’s find a place to sit down. I have so much to tell you. These years, I’ve almost gone mad thinking about you,” Luo Jinxiao said, taking Qu Weiyin’s hand and striding toward the teahouse.

As Qu Weiyin was pulled along, she stole glances at Luo Jinxiao’s back and then at the hand being held. Rejection was impossible to utter, so she turned her gaze elsewhere to conceal the redness creeping onto her cheeks.

The teahouse Luo Jinxiao chose was the same one Wuhui Sect had visited before. It was now quiet and empty. Luo Jinxiao ordered a pot of nice tea from the owner and promptly seated Qu Weiyin at a table, eagerly pouring tea into her cup.

With a cheerful smile, she fixed her gaze on Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin felt uncomfortable under her unwavering attention and reached out to cover Luo Jinxiao’s eyes, exclaiming in irritation, “Aren’t you supposed to be talking? Why are you just staring at me?”

Luo Jinxiao tilted her head away but did not break her gaze. Her dark eyes were profound, and in them, the long shadow of her lashes was reflected.

“I just want to see my Master Uncle more,” Luo Jinxiao replied, her tone suddenly serious and gentle.

Qu Weiyin’s eyes widened, and then she lowered her head to sip from the clear green tea in her cup, almost choking on it.

Ever since she had seen Luo Jinxiao, her heart had been unable to settle, beating wildly in her chest.

How could it be that after five years, everything about Luo Jinxiao seemed different? Even her gaze carried an inexplicable warmth.

Maybe it was simply that she had grown up, Qu Weiyin told herself as a means of consolation.

Luo Jinxiao recounted all her experiences on South Dipper Peak, even enthusiastically describing to Qu Weiyin the little ice figurines she had carved, emphasizing how lifelike they were.

“However, I didn’t bring them down with me, fearing they’d melt,” she said, her lips forming a thin line of regret.

After listening to her, Qu Weiyin suddenly asked, “So, the Sect Master came down the mountain with you?”

“Yes, she’s been increasingly unwell, and I was worried about her staying alone in that cold, harsh place. I found a way to persuade her to come down. But the Sect Master made no grand announcement; she simply returned to the long-sealed Tianluo Pavilion, which has been deserted for a long time. So, no one should discover her presence there.”

“She also asked me to retrieve an item for her,” Luo Jinxiao revealed as she pulled out the silk cloth and placed it in front of Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin examined it closely, observing the slightly hasty sketches on it, one of which depicted a sun, resembling a small-scale map.

“Luyang Prefecture,” Qu Weiyin said, her brow furrowing slightly.

Luo Jinxiao nodded and pointed to the map. “I noticed that the terrain closely resembles Luyang Prefecture, which is where my Master Uncle is currently. But upon arriving here, I have no idea what to do next. When I tried to inquire further, the Sect Master wouldn’t say a word and remained mysterious.” Luo Jinxiao shook her head as she spoke.

Qu Weiyin contemplated silently for a moment before returning the piece of cloth to Luo Jinxiao.

“She must be worried about this item falling into the hands of others, which is why she hasn’t revealed its exact location to you,” Qu Weiyin speculated thoughtfully.

“Do you think it’s because the Sect Master doesn’t trust me?” Luo Jinxiao propped her chin up with a resigned expression.

Qu Weiyin shot her a reproachful glance and shook her head. “If the Sect Master trusts you enough to ask you to retrieve the item, then she certainly believes in your abilities. Perhaps this item is just too important, and there are too many people who want it; that’s why she’s being so secretive.”

Luo Jinxiao responded with a thoughtful “Oh,” fixating on the silk cloth as she fell deep into contemplation.

After a while, she tucked the cloth away and suddenly lowered her voice, leaning closer to Qu Weiyin. “Master Uncle, has the dark aura around you continued to grow?”

When Luo Jinxiao suddenly leaned close, Qu Weiyin felt a jolt of anxiety and instinctively leaned back to avoid her gaze, not responding to the question.

Noticing Qu Weiyin’s flustered expression, Luo Jinxiao stared at her for a moment before deciding not to press further. She quickly shifted the topic to the treasure exchange. After a while, she made an excuse to leave temporarily.

Once Luo Jinxiao’s figure disappeared, Qu Weiyin finally allowed the sorrow that had been hidden in her eyes to surface. Her pale hands gripped the teacup tightly, enough to create cracks in the porcelain.

Just now, she had simply not wanted to speak up, not wanting to worry Luo Jinxiao.

In recent days, she could feel the dark energy within her becoming increasingly difficult to control, like destiny itself relentlessly pursuing her, unwilling to let go.

Five years ago, after killing Qu Chengzhou, the poison within her erupted, allowing the dark energy to surge into her body, quickly invading her limbs and bones. Fortunately, she had been gravely injured and on the verge of death, which prevented the energy from fully consuming her.

However, in these years, it seemed she could no longer control the spread of that dark energy.

If she didn’t wait for Luo Jinxiao much longer, she feared…

Qu Weiyin bit down on her lip, drawing blood as her anxiety flared up. Meanwhile, her gaze shifted towards the window, searching for the figure of Luo Jinxiao.

A flicker of panic remained in her eyes, as if she feared that Luo Jinxiao might not return.

Outside, the noise gradually returned, and the treasure exchange had come to an unknown conclusion. Crowds flooded back onto Liuguang Street, making the wide thoroughfare feel nearly impassable.

The teahouse quickly filled with voices again as the disciples of Wuhui Sect returned to their seats, cautiously sitting at the table next to Qu Weiyin, stealing glances at her.

“Who was that person just now? They must have some significant capability for Qu Master Uncle to cry like that,” one girl asked.

“I heard from my brother; it seems she was a senior sister who went missing a few years ago, called Luo Jinxiao,” Baili Xiao answered quietly.

Just then, Chang Suyu walked in. His distinct, knobby hands were clenched, knuckles appearing more bluish-white. Seeing that Qu Weiyin was alone, he finally felt relief and strode over to her, gathering the courage to sit opposite her for the first time.

Qu Weiyin met his gaze before turning away, a hint of irritation flickering in her eyes.

“Qu Master Uncle, did she leave?” Chang Suyu asked cautiously.

Qu Weiyin did not answer.

“Um, I came to discuss when we’ll depart to return to Wuhui Sect,” Chang Suyu ventured, noticing Qu Weiyin’s displeased expression and trying not to overstep.

“At any time,” Qu Weiyin replied.

Just as Chang Suyu was about to continue speaking, a sword radiating chilling energy was slammed down in front of him with a loud crash, startling him into silence.

Standing before them was a woman in black, her face devoid of expression but her eyes fierce enough to send a shiver down one’s spine.

With her dark brows raised, she glanced at Chang Suyu and then at Qu Weiyin before suddenly smiling. She reached for the sandalwood chair beside Qu Weiyin and gracefully seated herself.

“Senior Brother Suyu, long time no see,” Luo Jinxiao said, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling as her long fingers lightly tapped on the ice-cold sword.

The smile on Chang Suyu’s face promptly faltered. His facial muscles twitched for a moment before he managed to respond, “Long time no see.”

“Qu Master Uncle, how about we depart tomorrow?” Chang Suyu turned to Qu Weiyin.

Seeing that Luo Jinxiao had returned, the expression on Qu Weiyin’s face softened slightly, and she opened her mouth to respond when her line of sight was suddenly obstructed by Luo Jinxiao.

Luo Jinxiao had long deemed Chang Suyu unsatisfactory and was not afraid of him now. With her elbow resting on the table and her forehead propped up by her hand, she turned her gaze to Qu Weiyin while effectively blocking Chang Suyu’s view.

Qu Weiyin met Luo Jinxiao’s gaze, the corners of her lips lifting playfully, as she restrained a smile and said, “What are you doing?”

“Luo Jinxiao!” Chang Suyu’s temper flared up, and he reached out to push her aside, but felt his arm stiffen unexpectedly. When he looked up, he found Qu Weiyin refusing to give him a glance.

Determined, he tried to forcefully shove her aside again, but once more, his hand couldn’t reach Luo Jinxiao.

Only then did he realize that Qu Weiyin was the one blocking him.

“Master Uncle, I rushed over to see you, can’t you stay with me for a few more days?” Luo Jinxiao spoke in a charming tone, her voice softening as she bit her pink lip, looking genuinely aggrieved.

“Luo Jinxiao, we have matters to attend to at the sect; don’t create chaos!” Chang Suyu exclaimed angrily.

The commotion caught the attention of others around, with Wuhui Sect’s disciples glancing nervously at the scene. They were intimidated by someone daring to challenge Qu Weiyin’s presence, which silenced their whispers.

“Senior Brother Suyu,” Luo Jinxiao’s tone turned icy this time. She subtly moved her hand, and the blade of Nu Jue began to hum, the scabbard popping open as though in the next moment, the sword tip would be pressed against Chang Suyu’s throat.

“I came to find my Master Uncle, and I have urgent matters to discuss as well,” Luo Jinxiao said, her smile fading and her words measured, her eyes glinting with a threatening aura.

Chang Suyu was truly enraged this time. He sprang up, unleashing an aura of pressure that aimed straight at Luo Jinxiao. Qu Weiyin’s expression shifted suddenly; she prepared to intervene, but Luo Jinxiao discreetly grasped her arm, soothingly squeezing it.

In the next instant, a far stronger pressure filled the room; it was as if Chang Suyu was rendered motionless without the use of any spiritual energy.

He glared at Luo Jinxiao in disbelief. In just five short years, she had somehow gained the ability to suppress him completely.

What kind of…

Before he could think any further, Luo Jinxiao didn’t afford him any time to recover. Chang Suyu suddenly let out a groan and nearly toppled over the tea table, losing his balance.

In front of everyone, his face turned a deep shade of crimson, a mixture of humiliation overwhelmed him, but he found himself utterly unable to break free.

The disciples of Wuhui Sect exchanged glances, none daring to step in and intervene.

“Luo Jinxiao,” Qu Weiyin finally could no longer watch and called out to stop the confrontation.

Recognizing that Luo Jinxiao was unresponsive, Qu Weiyin reached out, tugging at her sleeve gently and saying, “Luo Jinxiao, stop it.”

Qu Weiyin wasn’t angry; instead, there was a mix of playful annoyance and helplessness in her tone, a stark difference from her usual demeanor.

“Jinxiao!” When Qu Weiyin saw Luo Jinxiao still didn’t react, her brows furrowed as she spoke more firmly.

Luo Jinxiao paused, taken aback by Qu Weiyin’s tone, and finally let go. Chang Suyu, however, had already rolled his eyes back and collapsed under the table, unconscious.

“What’s wrong with you? You were too harsh,” Qu Weiyin stood up, furrowing her brow as she scolded.

Luo Jinxiao scratched her head, realizing she couldn’t stand Chang Suyu’s attention around Qu Weiyin and had lost control of herself. She glanced at the unconscious Chang Suyu on the floor, swallowing hard in a moment of guilt. “Master Uncle, I didn’t mean to…” she said softly.

“You think that wasn’t deliberate?” Qu Weiyin shot her a sideways glance with her sharp phoenix eyes.

“Alright, fine, it was intentional. Can’t you see that he doesn’t mean well towards you?” Luo Jinxiao replied with drooping eyelids, feeling downcast.

Qu Weiyin began to respond, but before she could finish, Luo Jinxiao interrupted her, pulling her over and dragging her to the table where the Wuhui Sect disciples were seated, firmly pushing her into an empty chair.

With Qu Weiyin sitting beside them, the disciples immediately sat up straight, eyes fixed on the table, not daring to look around.

“Anyone who harbors ill intentions toward my Master Uncle, I absolutely cannot tolerate,” Luo Jinxiao said in a low voice, leaning down to look into Qu Weiyin’s eyes, her gaze deep and gentle like the ocean.

“I’ll go clean up,” she added before Qu Weiyin could react, turning on her heel and dragging Chang Suyu toward the exit, where nobody dared to stop her.

Qu Weiyin remained frozen in place, letting out a long sigh. She bit her rosy lip tightly, her emotions swirling chaotically in her eyes.

The nearby disciples stood still for a while before Ke Tao finally spoke up, “Qu Master Uncle, your face is so red!”

Qu Weiyin looked up, shooting him a fierce glare while grinding her teeth, “Be quiet!”

Startled, the others immediately bowed their heads, not daring to say another word.

Once they were quiet again, Qu Weiyin extended her delicate white fingers to gently touch her heated cheeks, her phoenix eyes momentarily closing.