Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 111: Beginnings (Grand Finale) ✨

The aftermath of the catastrophe was difficult to mend, but nearly all those who survived felt a deep sense of gratitude. Time would eventually restore everything.

New sprouts emerged from the scorched earth, and crops destroyed by the heavy rains were replanted. The sky was clear, and everything was coming back to life.

Fortunately, the disaster hadn’t spread too far. Although Wu Zhong City was destroyed, most of its residents had already been relocated, resulting in minimal casualties. Throughout the land, the celestial sects, citing incompetence, abolished the Celestial Clan and acknowledged Wu Hui Sect as the leader of the martial world, uniting to support the people.

Everything was steadily reviving.

Wu Hui Sect was enveloped in mourning. The sect leader’s cenotaph was erected on the back mountain, quietly keeping company with those who had sacrificed for the sect. Disciples took turns kneeling by the white jade pillars at the entrance, paying their respects to the sect leader for three days.

Luo JinXiao knelt before the grave, carving the words “Bei Sang” onto the tombstone with Wu Jue.

She had been loyal to her duties as sect leader throughout her life, and in death, she finally reclaimed her name.

The people nominated Luo JinXiao as the new sect leader, but she declined. Knowing she wasn’t suited for such a prominent role, she preferred to guard her own small domain. Thus, the title temporarily fell to Elder Liu.

Upon hearing the news, Elder Liu was furious and stormed up to Han Yun Pavilion to confront her, only to find the place empty.

The days quickly passed to late autumn, with the weather gradually turning cold, yet the world remained bustling. The long streets of Luyangzhou were crowded with people, all eager to enjoy the rare warmth before the chill set in, basking in the sunlight.

In the bustling city, many children held candied hawthorns, playing and singing off-key tunes.

“For over a decade, chaos plagued the Six Realms, but the night finally gave way to dawn. The Demon Lord was kind, not a calamity, and the gods descended to cleanse the sky.”

“Listen,” said a hooded woman in blue, nudging her companion with a smile.

The woman in red, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, listened intently before nodding. “Not bad.”

“Reign in your aura, lest we be recognized,” Qu WeiYin pinched Luo JinXiao’s waist, causing her to yelp softly and sidle closer.

“If we’re recognized, so be it. You’re not afraid anymore,” Luo JinXiao said, feeling aggrieved.

“They’ll start worshipping us,” Qu WeiYin replied, even more aggrieved.

Luo JinXiao sighed, coughing twice to disguise herself as a commoner.

The two continued wandering with the crowd until QiongQi caught the scent of meat and started toward a nearby tavern. Luo JinXiao quickly grabbed her by the neck. “Are you hungry again?”

QiongQi nodded vigorously while struggling.

“No eating!” Luo JinXiao insisted, refusing to let go. QiongQi turned, eyes brimming with tears, and burrowed into her arms. Luo JinXiao dodged, and they began wrestling in the street.

Qu WeiYin, exasperated by the noise, pulled them apart, grabbing Luo JinXiao with one hand and QiongQi with the other.

“Enough. If she wants to eat, let her eat. Why argue with her?” Qu WeiYin shook her head, striding into the tavern. The server eagerly led her upstairs, seeing new customers.

QiongQi, triumphant, followed smugly behind Qu WeiYin.

Luo JinXiao sighed deeply, conceding as she mumbled and followed them inside, taking a seat upstairs.

The tavern was large, with an open middle area. Guests could sit on the first floor or upstairs, looking down from the balcony. A storytelling session was set to begin, and the place was already lively before the storyteller even took the stage.

Luo JinXiao and Qu WeiYin didn’t need to eat, so they simply watched QiongQi feast, sipping tea leisurely.

“Little Martial Aunt, if she keeps eating like this, I’ll have to find someone rich to take her in if I can’t afford her,” Luo JinXiao said, her eyelid twitching as she watched QiongQi swallow a chunk of beef.

“Who would be so foolish?” Qu WeiYin raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed, it’s difficult. They’d need to be quite wealthy,” Luo JinXiao mused, resting her chin in her hand.

“Then why haven’t you prepared more wealth for us?” Qu WeiYin finished her tea and took Luo JinXiao’s cup, leaning in to gaze at her with her captivating phoenix eyes.

Under her gaze, Luo JinXiao felt hot all over, stammering.

“I—I have. The entire Divine Realm will be yours, filled with treasures.”

“That will do,” Qu WeiYin smirked, sipping the rest of Luo JinXiao’s tea.

Luo JinXiao swallowed hard.

She forcibly averted her eyes, changing the subject. “Why hasn’t the show started?”

Just as she spoke, drums sounded below. The storyteller, dressed in a long robe, took the stage to cheers, and Luo JinXiao joined in the shouting.

“Today, we’ll hear the tale of Wu Hui Sect!” the storyteller began, spitting as he spoke, “Let’s start with the sect leader. Her cultivation surpassed the Mahayana stage, reaching perfection. No one knows how long she’s lived, but ever since Wu Hui Sect appeared in the martial world, her legend has existed.”

He spoke passionately, but Luo JinXiao felt a pang in her heart.

“They don’t know, after coming down from Nantou Peak, the sect leader was already at her limit. Her age and old injuries weighed on her, but she persevered.”

Luo JinXiao seemed to look through the storyteller into the distance.

Seeing this, Qu WeiYin’s eyes showed tenderness. She knew how deeply Luo JinXiao had grieved after the sect leader’s passing, how it took time for her to regain her spirits.

Reaching out, she gently grasped Luo JinXiao’s hand, softly kneading it.

Luo JinXiao had nearly exhausted all her strength to restore the world. In the final moment, the sect leader’s spiritual power saved her, sparing her life.

At first, she couldn’t even walk without Qu WeiYin’s help. It was only after a long recovery that her divine power gradually returned.

Qu WeiYin understood how hard it was for her.

“The Netherworld is a mysterious place. Maybe Zhao Zhao is waiting for her there, and they’re reunited, waiting for their next life,” Qu WeiYin said softly.

“Just like you and me; no matter how we change, they’ll recognize each other.”

Luo JinXiao blinked, wiping away the moisture in her eyes, smiling. “That must be it. I remember the sect leader saying I resembled Zhao Zhao. Maybe that’s why she helped me save you.”

Qu WeiYin smiled too, her eyes bright and clear.

Downstairs, the chatter was like a boiling pot.

“Next, let’s talk about the Demon Lord and our ancient god,” the storyteller continued, clearing his throat with a sip of tea. “The Demon Lord hid among the rebellious demons, enduring humiliation for three years before killing the troublemakers and preventing greater disaster…”

“Bah, what nonsense is this? When did I ever endure humiliation?” Qu WeiYin protested, scolding the storyteller.

Luo JinXiao laughed, patting Qu WeiYin’s head. “Storytellers are like this. Each story has at least five versions. Maybe the next one will have you worshipped by the stars.”

Qu WeiYin shook off her hand, nibbling her lip in displeasure.

Luo JinXiao ordered a plate of peanuts, popping one into her mouth with a grin.

“…Heavenly God Luo JinXiao was deeply devoted to Qu WeiYin. Their bond moved the heavens. Although two women can’t have children, Luo JinXiao couldn’t fulfill her wish to bear a divine child, but she still served Qu WeiYin with utmost devotion, setting aside her divine arrogance to willingly play the role of a wife.”

Luo JinXiao crushed the peanut in her fingers to powder.

She stood up in outrage, ready to leap over the railing, but Qu WeiYin held her back, pulling her into an embrace. “JinXiao, don’t be rash!”

“What nonsense is he spewing? Who told him I want to bear divine children? Who said I was submissive?” Luo JinXiao fumed, gripping the railing, eager to storm down and beat the storyteller.

Qu WeiYin quickly wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her back, exasperated. “You can’t lay hands on mortals, especially since you said it yourself. Storytellers have multiple versions of a story. Don’t take it seriously.”

“No!” Luo JinXiao pushed her away, face flushed with anger. “This is intolerable! How can they say such things? Playing the role of a submissive wife? I can’t accept this indignity!”

“Hush, keep your voice down!” Qu WeiYin hastily calmed her, holding her firmly. But the commotion was already too great, and they had long since removed their hats and cloaks, revealing their faces.

As the crowd looked up, they saw Qu WeiYin pinning Luo JinXiao against the railing, one hand around her waist, the other covering her mouth.

Red over blue, the closeness implied an unspoken intimacy.

Luo JinXiao’s mind went blank, realizing her reputation was about to be destroyed.

“Who are they? They look familiar.”

“Seems to have a demonic aura. Look at her eyes—is that the Demon Lord?”

“And below her is the Heavenly God Luo JinXiao?”

The crowd erupted in excitement, standing and cheering. Luo JinXiao blushed furiously, quickly pulling Qu WeiYin and QiongQi, making a hasty retreat.

Hearing the commotion, two more people rushed in from outside, both in Wu Hui Sect’s white robes, one with a flamboyant peacock perched on their shoulder.

“Uh-oh, it’s Luo Ning!” Luo JinXiao picked up the pace, and the trio’s figures vanished, leaving behind a lively crowd.

“Sister?” Luo Ning frowned, striding after them, with Yan Ying breathlessly following, a look of helplessness on her face.

“Still chasing? Stop, I’m exhausted, Ning’er!” she called out.

Luo JinXiao held onto Qu WeiYin, flying on her sword across the sky toward the Divine Realm, finally losing Luo Ning and Yan Ying.

“They didn’t catch up,” Qu WeiYin glanced back, smiling. “She’s just worried about you.”

Luo JinXiao sighed deeply. “Now that she’s seen me, she won’t worry anymore. Those two are persistent, chasing me all this time.”

“Why are you avoiding Luo Ning?” Qu WeiYin teased with a sly smile. “She’s your sister.”

“It’s not that I want to avoid her. I just wanted some time alone with you,” Luo JinXiao admitted, squeezing her hand shyly.

Qu WeiYin shook her head, smiling secretly.

The barrier to the Divine Realm appeared before them, the massive island stretching endlessly, with the Divine Palace towering at one corner, seemingly capable of piercing the sky.

The gleaming stone walls shone even brighter in the sunlight, their grandeur clear.

Even someone as composed as Qu WeiYin couldn’t help but be impressed.

Everything on the island was magnificent. Beyond the Divine Palace, snow covered the ground, yet it wasn’t cold. Holding Qu WeiYin’s hand, Luo JinXiao strode across the snowy ground toward the palace.

In this vast world, only the two of them, though empty, their hearts were full.

Suddenly, Luo JinXiao scooped up a handful of snow, stuffing it down Qu WeiYin’s collar. Qu WeiYin let out a small cry, playfully scolding, “JinXiao!”

Watching Luo JinXiao frolic away, Qu WeiYin kicked the snow, then grabbed a snowball, chasing after her. The two laughed and played in the snow, carefree and happy.

Qu WeiYin laughed freely, spinning in the snow, her red clothes creating arcs like petals, scattering frost.

Watching her, Luo JinXiao felt her heart warm like a hot spring. Suddenly, she embraced Qu WeiYin from behind, both tumbling into the soft snow. Qu WeiYin breathed softly, her eyes bright and clear like melting snow.

She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around Luo JinXiao’s neck, planting a kiss on her lips.

“Little Martial Aunt,” Luo JinXiao murmured, pressing down on her, pinning Qu WeiYin to prevent her escape, then kissing the mark on her forehead.

Qu WeiYin shivered, forgetting her anger, letting out a small moan.

She breathed lightly, chest heaving, frowning. “Why are you upset again?”

Lately, she’d learned Luo JinXiao’s quirks—unhappy, she’d target her forehead.

“Those storytellers talking nonsense,” Luo JinXiao pouted, leaning in for a kiss.

Qu WeiYin chuckled, pushing her away. “Aren’t you childish, getting upset over mortals?”

“I don’t care. You’re famous, and I can’t kiss you?” Luo JinXiao whined, resting her face on Qu WeiYin’s chest, her hands restless.

“Hiss…” Qu WeiYin gasped, suddenly flipping over, pinning Luo JinXiao beneath her, lifting her chin with slender fingers, her phoenix eyes glittering. “I think they’re not entirely wrong. I’ve never seen you blushing and panting.”

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“How haven’t you? Isn’t it every time?” Luo JinXiao asked.

“It’s different. I want you to blush and pant like me,” Qu WeiYin frowned.

“What’s that like?” Luo JinXiao blinked, wide-eyed and innocent.

“You!”

Qu WeiYin knew she’d been led into a trap. She averted her gaze, huffing coldly, rolling away, ignoring Luo JinXiao.

“Little Martial Aunt, I don’t understand. Teach me!” Luo JinXiao laughed, jumping up to catch up.

The divine palace was grand, with columns and walls carved with ancient totems, echoing when looking up at the high ceiling.

Holding hands, they walked into the inner hall, everything spotless as if recently inhabited.

Luo JinXiao looked around, memories faded over time, many things she could hardly recall.

The floor was covered with thick furs, soft underfoot.

“Do you like it, Little Martial Aunt? In the coming centuries, we can spend them together, go wherever we want, carefree.” Luo JinXiao lay spread-eagle on the furs.

Qu WeiYin nodded, lying down, resting on Luo JinXiao.

“It’s surreal, such wonderful days falling upon me,” Qu WeiYin laughed, much more open than before.

“You deserve it. More than anyone in the world,” Luo JinXiao turned, gazing into her eyes.

Qu WeiYin smiled, her lips meeting Luo JinXiao’s cheek.

“JinXiao…” she whispered, voice soft and tender, rare and endearing, akin to a gentle plea.

Her fragrant breath caressed Luo JinXiao, making her heart race.

“Mm,” Luo JinXiao steadied herself, speaking gently.

In her eyes, Qu WeiYin was divine, enchanting, captivating—any word that could ensnare the soul, shedding her shyness, blooming in beauty where no one else could see.

Luo JinXiao held her hand, kneading it softly, marveling at its surprising softness, unable to get enough of its touch.

“Little Martial Aunt, comforting me?” Luo JinXiao teased.

“As you wish,” Qu WeiYin whispered, nestling into her embrace, lifting her elegant neck, inviting Luo JinXiao to kiss her.

Luo JinXiao’s heart melted, responding with utmost tenderness, pushing her along the soft furs with trembling hands, moving herself back.

Qu WeiYin bit her lip, eyes closed, letting her have her way.

“Hiss…” she whimpered softly.

“No one’s here, Little Martial Aunt,” Luo JinXiao said, eyes shining, “No need to hold back.”

“Be quiet,” Qu WeiYin scolded, covering her mouth.

Luo JinXiao chuckled, complying, falling silent. Yet Qu WeiYin couldn’t resist, taking her words to heart, completely letting go.

Some things, when done with love, bring unparalleled joy and mutual understanding.

From daylight until the golden sunset, they stayed entwined, whispering sweetly, until the last golden ray slanted through the window, finally letting go, lying side by side.

Exhausted, Qu WeiYin gave Luo JinXiao a light slap, scolding, “Don’t forget you’re a god. I’m not, can’t handle your antics.”

“Alright, I’ll remember next time,” Luo JinXiao couldn’t suppress her laughter.

Golden light filled the grand hall, bringing life to the once-dim place.

“Our days have just begun. For a thousand years and every life after, I’ll love you,” Luo JinXiao said softly after a while.

Qu WeiYin murmured in agreement, gazing at the golden clouds rolling in the distance, her phoenix eyes moist.

Their shadows stretched long, perfectly aligned on the ground.

Though alone, they’d never be lonely for eternity.

(The End)

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