Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 109: Don’t Be Afraid ✨

The room was engulfed in silence for a long time before the sect leader finally spoke, breaking the stillness. 
“What kind of joke is this?” Her voice trembled slightly.

“It’s no joke,” Luo JinXiao replied, looking up at her with clear, dark eyes, wiping away the moisture. “Otherwise, why would he say such things?”

She glanced at the somber faces opposite her and suddenly smiled, “Alright, let’s just treat this as a joke. What if this isn’t some so-called catastrophe, but just an unprecedented storm that will clear by tomorrow?”

Everyone could feel the dissipation of spiritual energy in the world; everyone knew this was not ordinary.

But they all remained silent.

“She’s still waiting for me. I’ll go back to her,” Luo JinXiao said, standing up to leave, only to be stopped by the sect leader.

“Are you going to tell her?” the sect leader asked.

Luo JinXiao’s slender silhouette paused in the rain-soaked night. She stood silently for a moment, then shook her head and disappeared into the rain.

Luo Ning swayed, collapsing into a chair. Yan Ying hurriedly knelt beside her, holding her hands with concern, looking up.

“How useless I am, possessing half divine blood, yet almost no divine power, unable to help at all.”

“I’m the real waste,” she murmured.

“You’ve done so much already. You brought her back on your own, found a way to restore her divine form. You’ve borne so much,” Yan Ying reassured her gently.

“I thought I’d done enough, but did I do all this just to bring my sister back only to send her to her death?” Luo Ning said, burying her head in her knees.

Her shoulders shook with sobs.

She had never imagined that after everything, her sister and Qu WeiYin would still be denied the peace they sought.

“Why is it like this? What did they do wrong? What did the living beings of this world do wrong? Why won’t the heavens spare us?” she cried through gritted teeth. “Why doesn’t it see the good and evil in the world? Why is it indifferent?”

Yan Ying, at a loss for words, was also in tears, holding Luo Ning in her arms, looking up at the dark sky, hoping for mercy.

At this moment, there was nothing else they could do but hope.

The sect leader turned her gaze away, moving to the doorway, silently watching the rain-filled night sky, her hand tightly gripping her sleeve.

The mountain remained calm, but below, chaos reigned. Wu Zhong City was flooded, and the heavy rains spread across the land, showing no sign of stopping.

Fields nearing harvest were washed away, rivers surged, mudslides crashed into towns, and houses collapsed.

The heavens’ punishment was vengeful and destructive, indifferent to age or morality, treating all as ants, equally.

In such chaos, the celestial sects stopped their pursuit of the demon clans, focusing on saving the people, trying to quell the storm.

Yet, faced with the damage wrought by the heavens, even the once-mighty sects were powerless.

Luo JinXiao walked through the rain, the penetrating cold enveloping her. She thought of nothing, her mind a muddled haze, images flashing by, reliving events from her three lifetimes.

Most vividly, the days with Qu WeiYin.

She had died twice before, never feeling much reluctance, realizing now it was because she had nothing to hold onto.

But this time, the reluctance gnawed at her.

Neither she nor Qu WeiYin seemed able to change their destined fate. Yet, their meeting had brought change, at least adding warmth.

She quickened her pace.

Returning to Han Yun Pavilion, she was already dry. The flickering candlelight cast shadows, and the figure on the bed breathed steadily, deep in sleep.

Luo JinXiao approached, sitting down, carefully observing Qu WeiYin’s face.

Suddenly, she understood Qu WeiYin’s earlier resolve—to face death without a word.

If she spoke, Qu WeiYin would surely follow, but she didn’t want that.

Yet, if she didn’t speak, after her death, how would Qu WeiYin live in this dull, endless world alone? No matter what, it was cruel.

As she watched, her vision blurred, and hot tears fell, soaking Qu WeiYin’s collar.

Unable to hold back, she climbed onto the bed, clutching Qu WeiYin’s waist, burying her face in her neck.

Only Qu WeiYin’s scent brought her any peace.

After an unknown time, a soft hand moved, patting Luo JinXiao’s back gently, once, twice.

Qu WeiYin had woken at some point, saying nothing, simply holding Luo JinXiao, soothing her, letting her tears soak her clothes.

Outside, the thunder grew more frequent, rain pounding the rocks with a roaring sound.

Qu WeiYin whispered, “I know everything.”

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

The rain continued for three days before gradually lessening. Wu Hui Sect disciples braved the weather, going to Wu Zhong City to rescue people from the floods.

Low-lying areas were uninhabitable, and while draining the water, they relocated people to the mountainside to save lives. Some, unwilling to leave their homes, held fast within.

Luo JinXiao flew over the streets on her sword, helping those unable to move onto QiongQi’s back, bringing them to Wu Hui Sect.

After a long day of work, she finally finished most of it. Looking back, she saw Qu WeiYin crouching in the mud, petting a drenched little black dog.

The puppy wagged its tail, shaking water onto Qu WeiYin, then licked her palm with a pink tongue, wagging joyfully.

Qu WeiYin smiled, picking up the puppy without concern for dirtying her clothes.

A muddy child ran over from afar, seemingly a toddler, slowing on seeing Qu WeiYin, then retreating.

Qu WeiYin instinctively wanted to cover her fiery eyes, but it was futile. Instead, she extended a hand, offering the puppy to the child, gently asking, “Is this yours?”

The child nodded timidly.

Qu WeiYin was unsure, producing a candy from somewhere, offering it with the puppy.

The child hesitated before accepting, then thanked her with a “Thank you, sister,” before turning to run off.

Though his figure soon disappeared, Qu WeiYin continued to watch, her gaze revealing happiness.

Luo JinXiao descended from Wu Jue, standing by her side.

“JinXiao, how wonderful it would be if I were no longer feared,” she suddenly said.

A dull ache spread in Luo JinXiao’s heart as she took Qu WeiYin’s hand, promising it would be so.

“If our story becomes a legend, future generations will only remember the romance, not that you were the Demon Lord,” Luo JinXiao smiled.

“Smooth talker,” Qu WeiYin shook her head.

“Mortals have storytellers. Once everything calms, I’ll seek them out, have them write our story, show them how wonderful the Demon Lord truly is,” Luo JinXiao said, smiling slyly.

“That’s a good idea. But where will you get the money?” Qu WeiYin laughed, walking toward Wu Hui Sect.

“Well, what’s yours is mine, so I won’t lack for anything.”

“Pfft.”

Wu Hui Sect was bustling with activity, leaving Luo JinXiao and Qu WeiYin with little to do. They wandered side by side, occasionally catching curious glances from passing disciples.

Some familiar faces smiled, pointing at their clasped hands, laughing as they ran off.

“JinXiao.” Qu WeiYin tried to pull away but was held tight, unable to move. After a moment, she turned her head away to ignore it.

Thanks to the Water Avoidance Technique, the rain slid off them, leaving their clothes untouched.

“JinXiao, the skies seem to be clearing. Perhaps there won’t be a catastrophe after all?” Qu WeiYin asked, looking up.

The fine rain fell from the grey sky, creating a sense of traversing between heaven and earth when watched for too long.

Luo JinXiao shook her head, unsure herself.

“You never said how you knew,” Luo JinXiao pressed.

“How could I not know your scheming mind?” Qu WeiYin snorted.

Suddenly, she grabbed Luo JinXiao’s hand, biting down hard on her wrist. Luo JinXiao gasped in pain, tears springing to her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she protested, trying to reclaim her hand.

Qu WeiYin lowered her gaze, seeing the uneven bite marks, and added another, satisfied before releasing her hand.

“Leaving a mark. They say you might forget faces in the underworld. You look for my writing; I’ll look for your bite mark, and we won’t lose each other.”

Luo JinXiao rubbed her hand, looking up. “You’ve thought this through.”

“You must find me. If you don’t, I’ll wait forever, no matter how many ghost messengers try to take me. Remember that,” Qu WeiYin said, her tone harsh but her eyes red.

“Don’t make me wait too long.”

“JinXiao! JinXiao! The Celestial Clan and several sect leaders just arrived. The sect leader wants you there!” Lu FanZhi shouted, running from afar.

Qu WeiYin quickly wiped her tears.

“The Celestial Clan? With the disaster, they come in the rain to trouble Wu Hui Sect?” Luo JinXiao frowned.

“I don’t know, but they didn’t seem friendly. The sect leader’s face turned green. It might be about Little Martial Aunt,” Lu FanZhi said, pursing her lips.

Hearing this, Luo JinXiao’s aura darkened instinctively.

“I won’t go,” Qu WeiYin said.

“You must appear openly. I’m not long for this world, so I fear nothing,” she summoned Wu Jue, pulling Qu WeiYin’s hand, striding toward Wu Hui Palace.

Just as Lu FanZhi described, the sect leader’s usually pale face was tinged with green. Her long eyes were narrowed, a white hand partially covering her face, hiding her expression.

Wu Hui Sect’s disciples stood on either side, glaring at the Celestial Clan.

As Luo JinXiao and Qu WeiYin entered, the hall erupted in noise. She saw the leader was the same middle-aged man from before, now with skilled fighters and familiar sect leaders.

The Life and Death Sect’s leader wore a black fur cloak, his gaunt face sullen and conspicuous.

Luo JinXiao glared back, her feud with this sect was longstanding.

“Sect Leader, see, we weren’t lying. Wu Hui Sect, as the top sect, harbors demon creatures. Please hand over this Demon Lord to us, to sacrifice to the heavens, seeking divine protection.”

“Yes, Sect Leader, with the continuous storms and disasters, the spiritual energy collapse must be linked to this demon,” others chimed in.

The sect leader lowered her hand, glancing at them with such pressure that silence fell immediately.

“Gui Jiu, bring them in,” the sect leader ordered.

Gui Jiu approached, whispering to Luo JinXiao, “Go on, it’s alright.”

Luo JinXiao held Qu WeiYin’s hand, striding through the crowd without a glance, as if they were mere straw men.

The piercing stares didn’t faze her.

“What do you mean by this, protecting a demon at such a time?” the Life and Death Sect leader suddenly shouted.

The sect leader ignored him, saying instead, “JinXiao, Qu WeiYin, come closer.”

Luo JinXiao was puzzled, exchanging a glance with Qu WeiYin as they obeyed, stepping forward until beside the sect leader.

Below, the murmurs grew louder, some trying to rush forward but were stopped by Wu Hui Sect disciples.

The sect leader then straightened, her ethereal voice echoing in the hall, “Gui Jiu, close the doors, guard them well, and let no one leave.”