Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 9: Embarrassment ✨

With no choice, Luo Jinxiao lifted her head, meeting Qu Weiyin’s gaze.

Her heart cried out in despair. Why was it that their twisted fate continued? In this large Wuhui Sect, was there no one else qualified to teach besides her?

Qu Weiyin, however, appeared unfazed. She looked Luo Jinxiao up and down, taking in the young girl who still wore her old clothes, which looked a bit shabby and made her appear even slimmer. Aside from her pale complexion, her eyes and hair shone darkly, and when she widened her eyes, she resembled a wild but clear-eyed animal.

“Where’s your uniform?” Qu Weiyin asked, her expression indifferent.

“I don’t have one, Shi Shu,” Luo Jinxiao replied, deciding to face her directly.

Qu Weiyin frowned, then nodded. “See me after class.”

“Today’s lesson is on summoning spirit beasts. They asked me to teach because I’m skilled in formations. However, the summoning array is the simplest formation that every disciple of Wuhui Sect should already know.”

As she spoke, Qu Weiyin’s intense gaze swept over the gathered disciples, making each one shrink back and avoid eye contact.

“Who wants to give it a try?” she asked.

“Hey, loser, want to give it a go?” someone whispered behind Luo Jinxiao, poking her back.

Luo Jinxiao frowned, trying to ignore them, but a sharp pain in her neck made her lean forward, catching Qu Weiyin’s attention.

“Shi Shu Qu, she wants to try!” Yan Ying shouted from behind, and Luo Jinxiao turned just in time to see her gloating smile.

Luo Jinxiao’s expression turned cold. She stood up, ignoring the mocking laughter around her. Only Lu Fanzhi looked worried, tugging at her sleeve.

“It’s fine,” Luo Jinxiao reassured her with a look before walking towards Qu Weiyin and standing beside her.

Qu Weiyin realized that despite the girl’s young age, she was taller than her. She stepped back, giving Luo Jinxiao space, and found herself unexpectedly tense, her eyes following Luo Jinxiao’s every move.

In truth, formations were second nature to Luo Jinxiao, especially a basic summoning array. Her only concern was whether her current body could summon anything at all.

Taking a brush from the table, she knelt and quickly drew the array with fluid movements. Soon, a complete summoning array took shape.

“Is that a summoning array?” someone nearby asked.

“It looks like it, and it’s a high-level one. But hasn’t she been without celestial veins? How did she learn such advanced formations?”

Ignoring the whispers, Luo Jinxiao focused on perfecting the array. Beside her, Qu Weiyin watched with a hint of surprise.

Qu Weiyin tilted her head slightly, seeing only the back of Luo Jinxiao’s neck. The girl’s neck was slender and pale, with hair cascading down each side, revealing a faint scar on her exposed skin.

Qu Weiyin’s eyes grew cold as she glanced toward Yan Ying.

“All done,” Luo Jinxiao said cheerfully, standing up and dusting off her hands as she turned to look at Qu Weiyin.

In her eyes was a confidence that starkly contrasted with her usual timidity.

“Not bad,” Qu Weiyin replied indifferently, waving her hand for Luo Jinxiao to return to her spot before raising an eyebrow and saying, “You, come here.”

Yan Ying was already annoyed that Luo Jinxiao didn’t embarrass herself, but when she heard Qu Weiyin call her name, she jumped in fright.

“The array is ready; try using the summoning technique,” Qu Weiyin said.

“I… I don’t know…” Yan Ying stammered for a long time, finally managing to squeeze out that一句.

“To not even know something so simple-what a shame it is to call yourself a disciple of the Wuhui Sect,” Qu Weiyin replied, her expression unchanging and her voice cold. Her glance was like a knife, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Yan Ying lowered her head, both angry and ashamed, but not daring to retort a single word.

“The formation is good, but it’s not what we’re going to learn today.” Qu Weiyin waved her hand, and the array on the ground vanished, replaced by a first-level summoning formation.

“From this formation, you will all practice drawing it today to summon low-tier spirit beasts. If you succeed, you may leave. You, come with me.”

Luo Jinxiao didn’t yet realize that “you” referred to her. She was still feeling pleased that Yin Ying had been reprimanded when she noticed Lu Fanzhi next to her frantically making eyes.

Looking up in confusion, she found Qu Weiyin standing right in front of her, glaring at her with a displeased expression.

Qu Weiyin seemed to dislike when others didn’t hear her words. Suddenly, she waved her hand, and Luo Jinxiao felt as if something had bound her; her upper body froze like a brick, and she couldn’t say a word, though her legs were still able to move.

She awkwardly shuffled along, being dragged behind Qu Weiyin until, after a long while, Qu Weiyin grabbed her by the shoulders, and in an instant, the two of them vanished from the spot.

“Gasp…” Luo Jinxiao inhaled sharply as she fell onto the ground. Before she could even rub her bottom, a piece of cloth was placed over her face, instantly blocking her vision.

“This is what I wore back in the day; you can have it,” Qu Weiyin said淡淡地 as she handed it over.

Luo Jinxiao quickly lifted the blindfold away, only to discover that it was a fine-quality light green deep robe, identical to what the other disciples wore but appearing even more luxurious. Though it was summer, the fabric felt cool and smooth-as refreshing as water from a deep well.

“Stop looking. It won’t harm you; it’s just me returning a favor,” Qu Weiyin said, reclining on a beautiful couch, her long legs crossed and extended outward. If one looked carefully, they could glimpse the bare skin and delicate white feet.

Luo Jinxiao didn’t dare to glance any longer. Instead, she focused her gaze downward, observing the robe in her hands.

“I made some modifications to the clothes; they’ll keep you warm in winter and cool in summer,” Qu Weiyin continued. As she spoke, a cup of tea appeared in her hand seemingly out of nowhere, steaming hot.

She sipped from the light-colored tea, relishing it, her eyes gently narrowing in satisfaction.

“If there’s nothing else, you can go,” she added.

Holding the robe, Luo Jinxiao was at a loss for words and managed to squeeze out a “thank you” before inching toward the door. Just as she was about to step out, she paused and turned back.

“What about the spirit stone…”

“What about it, little waste?” Qu Weiyin suddenly lifted her gaze, and her eyes seemed to contain stars, bright but subtle, exuding an enticing charm as she looked at Luo Jinxiao.

For some reason, Luo Jinxiao felt her throat go dry, unsure of what to say. It was true that beauty could captivate people; she thought that even when faced with an unpredictable and ruthless demon, this reasoning held.

“With my current cultivation level, replacing a broken spirit stone is still quite easy. Don’t worry; I won’t kill you over this matter, but anything else is uncertain,” Qu Weiyin remarked, a slight smirk gracing her lips, which was at once both teasing and unsettling.

With her delicate, fair hand, Qu Weiyin reached into her sleeve and pulled out a complete spirit stone, resting it in the palm of her hand. However, upon closer inspection, one could discern faint cracks upon its surface.

To Luo Jinxiao’s surprise, she found herself letting out a breath of relief.

Luo Jinxiao realized, deep down, that she felt a tiny bit of guilt about the idea of retribution. Her cheeks flushed as she reflected on it.

“Fortunately, you’re not completely foolish,” Qu Weiyin remarked, retracting the spirit stone. She suddenly stood up, and her skirt flowed gracefully down to cover her bare ankles.

As she walked closer, Luo Jinxiao stepped back, only stopping when her back pressed against the wall, barely managing to steady herself.

“Why are you always so afraid of me?” Qu Weiyin frowned, lifting her chin slightly to meet Luo Jinxiao’s gaze, “Do you truly think I would kill you?”

With her back tightly against the wall, Luo Jinxiao felt like crying but had no tears. She thought to herself, ‘What? You wouldn’t? What about the person who slaughtered several sects in my previous life?’

Qu Weiyin seemed intrigued by her reaction. Suddenly, she extended her hand, and a completely red sword materialized in her grasp, humming ominously with each of her movements.

The Remnant Moon Star Sword-rumored to reduce even immortals to ashes with a single strike.

At that moment, Luo Jinxiao’s body tensed up instantly.

“You guessed right; I can indeed kill, especially you. If you reveal even a fraction of what you saw by the pond a few days ago, I have the means to ensure that you will suffer endlessly in the afterlife,” Qu Weiyin said in a lowered voice, her tone even more alluring and tantalizing, stirring a mix of fear and temptation within Luo Jinxiao.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Jinxiao suddenly steeled herself and reached out, gripping Qu Weiyin’s wrist firmly.

Qu Weiyin had intended to intimidate her, but she didn’t expect Luo Jinxiao to act so boldly, and for a moment, she was taken aback, instinctively recoiling slightly.

Luo Jinxiao instinctively took a step forward, and if anyone had been watching at that moment, it would have looked as though she was forcing the female demon to retreat.

“What are you doing?” Qu Weiyin suddenly dropped her teasing tone, her demeanor turning cold. The color in her eyes shifted slightly, and an aura of killing intent began to permeate the air.

Luo Jinxiao, initially intending to remain silent and act as if she knew nothing of that day’s events, suddenly sensed the turmoil within Qu Weiyin’s spiritual energy. Without thinking further, she tightened her grip on her.

“Don’t use your spiritual power,” she said softly.

Qu Weiyin frowned, her expression changing. Then, without warning, she relaxed her grip, and the Remnant Moon Star Sword clattered to the ground. The sword spirit tumbled out, its round body bouncing twice on the floor before it began to bellow angrily.

“Who the hell threw me!” the little spirit shouted from the ground.

Qu Weiyin said nothing further; she allowed Luo Jinxiao to hold her wrist, her gaze probing. “Calm your mind; don’t think of anything,” Luo Jinxiao urged, feeling the tension rise. She fixed her gaze on Qu Weiyin’s eyes, slowly relaxing her spiritual power and letting it envelop Qu Weiyin gently.

Qu Weiyin felt a warm current spreading from where their hands touched, gradually flowing throughout her body.

In her previous life, Luo Jinxiao had done extensive research on various techniques, allowing her to detect the changes in Qu Weiyin’s aura ahead of time. She couldn’t afford to hesitate; saving her was the priority.

Feeling the unusual sensation coursing through her, Qu Weiyin struggled slightly, seemingly untrusting of Luo Jinxiao, and attempted to pull her hand away.

“Every time you use your spiritual power to stabilize yourself, you only exacerbate the turmoil in your spiritual veins, but you’re unaware of it,” Luo Jinxiao said with a furrowed brow. She tightened her grip further, pulling Qu Weiyin toward her forcefully.

Qu Weiyin moved forward a few steps, closing the distance between them instantly. It felt as though something heavy had dropped into her heart.

For the first time, she meticulously observed the young girl’s features: fair and youthful, with a prominent nose that lent her an air of refinement, not at all fragile. However, her lips were slightly pale, and when silent, she appeared somewhat serious.

When had this poison been planted? It seemed that it must have been there since childhood. At this moment, Luo Jinxiao didn’t have time to ponder anything else; she was fully concentrated on analyzing Qu Weiyin’s torment.

Qu Weiyin’s body began to sway. Gritting her teeth, she was unwilling to lean toward Luo Jinxiao and attempted to retreat. But unexpectedly, Luo Jinxiao suddenly reached out, wrapping her arms around Qu Weiyin’s waist, anchoring her toward herself.

The sword spirit finally managed to get up, staring wide-eyed at the scene before her, thinking she must have slept too long and was still dreaming.

“I’m scared to death!” she exclaimed, sitting on the ground with her short legs stretched out in surprise.

Her family feared the ruthless, temperamental demon lord, and now she was being held by a yellow-haired girl.

She must still be dreaming! The sword spirit hiccuped and with a swish, darted back into the sword.

“Don’t be afraid, and don’t move,” Luo Jinxiao said, truly not thinking about anything else at that moment, focused solely on calming the turmoil within the demoness. She carefully manipulated her limited spiritual power, slowly beginning to suppress it.

Qu Weiyin rarely heard such gentle tones. Since the day her father passed away, she had been self-taught-fortunately, she was clever and grasped many things without a teacher.

Later on, she became the powerful demon lord, possessing unmatched strength, and no one dared to show concern for her or felt they had the right to.

She had grown accustomed to loneliness.

At that moment, the gentleness from this little waste left Qu Weiyin with no words of resistance.

“It’s almost done,” Luo Jinxiao said, stepping closer to her to facilitate the process. But unexpectedly, Qu Weiyin suddenly spoke up.

“Get back!” Qu Weiyin leaned back, her face slightly flushed, yet her tone was fierce.