Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 53: She Is in Danger

Luo Jinxiao felt even more embarrassed. She wanted to explain, but it only seemed to raise more suspicions.

“Of course, healing is tiring. Anyway, I can’t explain it to you; you keep being lazy. I’m going to help out,” Luo Jinxiao muttered, then abruptly transformed into a beam of light.

“Hey!” Lu Fanzhi took a few steps forward, but by then, there was no one before her.

Luo Jinxiao followed the No Regrets Sect’s seniors to exterminate demons. While she struck down one demon after another, her thoughts wandered elsewhere, often bringing Qu Weiyin’s face to the forefront of her mind.

After pushing Qu Weiyin’s visage aside for what felt like the umpteenth time, one of the seniors smacked her shoulder and said, “What are you daydreaming about, junior sister? We’re done here.”

Luo Jinxiao looked up at the sky and suddenly realized that, in her daze, the sun had begun to set, casting a soft crimson veil across the horizon, beautiful and serene.

“Oh! Thank you, senior brother,” Luo Jinxiao said politely, smiling as she sheathed her divine sword.

The senior beside her seemed very interested in her sword, staring at it for quite a while before asking, “This sword of yours is quite unusual; I’ve never seen one like it before. Does it have a name?”

Luo Jinxiao glanced down at the exquisite, translucent sword in her hand and shook her head. “No, I didn’t know its name when I received it.”

“How strange! Generally, ancient swords have names. I am a big fan of weaponry research, and this sword’s quality and power clearly indicate it’s a splendid ancient weapon. It’s a shame for it not to have a name.”

Luo Jinxiao weighed the sword in her hand, feeling that the senior’s observation was quite valid, and she mentally noted it down.

By the time Luo Jinxiao returned to the inn, the sky had completely darkened, but Qu Weiyin still hadn’t returned. Her room lay in darkness, showing no signs of having been disturbed.

With a sigh, Luo Jinxiao chose not to have dinner and instead went to her room to lie down, pondering what name to give her divine sword but remaining unsatisfied with any of her ideas.

Outside, she heard voices, which seemed to belong to Tang Lan’er and a middle-aged man. They argued their way down the staircase, and from Tang Lan’er’s tone, it was clear she still refused to go back to their sect with her father.

Once the outside quieted down again, Luo Jinxiao continued her thoughts. The well-fed Qiongqi crawled out of her pouch, joining her as they lay side by side on the bed, resting its head on her chest, rising and falling with her breath.

Time passed, and Luo Jinxiao was on the verge of dozing off when the Qiongqi suddenly lifted its head, curiously peering out the window.

“Is Master Uncle back?” Luo Jinxiao’s mind instantly cleared. She opened her eyes and, along with the Qiongqi, leaned forward to look.

The Qiongqi let out a soft “Aowu,” affirming that it was indeed so.

Luo Jinxiao sprang from the bed, kneeling by the door and listening intently through the crack. However, after a while, the outside remained eerily silent, with not a single sound; Qu Weiyin had not come upstairs.

Luo Jinxiao felt something was off. After waiting for a while longer and still seeing no sign of Qu Weiyin, her patience waned. She turned around and, with a surge of spiritual energy, transformed into a beam of silver light. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in front of the inn’s sign, the night breeze chilly against her skin.

Luo Jinxiao brushed the hair that the wind had tousled and lifted her gaze into the distance. On the tall roof of the inn sat a figure in white—a woman holding a flask of wine, deep in thought. A full moon illuminated the scene behind her, casting a soft, watery glow.

The light made her figure almost transparent, obscuring her face, while the edges of her attire fluttered, resembling a celestial being, pure and ethereal.

Luo Jinxiao looked up at her from below. The two of them were separated by the height of the building, a distance between the ground and skies.

It wasn’t until Luo Jinxiao’s neck began to ache from the strain that Qu Weiyin finally glanced down at her. She lowered the flask of wine and said, “Come up.”

With this permission granted, Luo Jinxiao beamed and leaped upwards, her robe billowing as she landed beside Qu Weiyin, sitting boldly down and tilting her head to ask, “Master Uncle, it’s dewy tonight; why haven’t you returned to your room?”

Qu Weiyin’s expression darkened slightly, as she chided, “Isn’t there a better way to sit?”

As she spoke, Qu Weiyin reached out to straighten Luo Jinxiao’s fluttering skirt. However, after a moment of doing so, her demeanor grew somber. She pulled her hand away, refusing to meet Luo Jinxiao’s eyes.

Luo Jinxiao stared intently at Qu Weiyin’s face. She looked terribly fatigued; her beautiful brows were furrowed, suggesting she was burdened by deep thoughts.

“Master Uncle, what did you do today?” Luo Jinxiao couldn’t hold back her concern and asked, her tone filled with care.

Qu Weiyin shook her head, not answering.

“My matters are none of your concern.”

Luo Jinxiao felt a wave of frustration wash over her, yet she also sensed that her irritation was somewhat unfounded. Qu Weiyin had her own matters to attend to, things that were beyond Luo Jinxiao’s control.

“But I might be able to help you, even just a little,” Luo Jinxiao persisted, refusing to give up.

Upon hearing this, Qu Weiyin turned slightly to look at her, her gaze softening a bit. She gently shook her head, her lips parting slightly as she said, “It’s very dangerous.”

“You just focus on your cultivation. If there’s danger, use that spirit stone to call for me. Don’t ask about anything else,” Qu Weiyin instructed.

Luo Jinxiao bit her lip, disappointment filling her eyes. She replied with a soft “oh” and turned her head away, resting her chin on her knees.

“Master Uncle, do you not trust me at all?” Luo Jinxiao felt an unknown frustration bubbling up, and her tone was a bit petulant.

“There are many things I don’t know about you, junior sister,” Qu Weiyin said, her expression opaque and unreadable.

“I just want you to be safe,” Luo Jinxiao confessed, her voice almost a whisper, so faint that she thought it might have simply been the sound of the wind.

Qu Weiyin finished the last of her wine and looked up at the sky. “It’s getting late; let’s head back and rest.”

As she stood, someone unexpectedly tugged on her skirt. Luo Jinxiao suddenly remembered something, conjuring her divine sword. While pulling Qu Weiyin’s skirt, she looked up and exclaimed, “Master Uncle, please name the sword you gave me!”

“This divine sword has never had a name before. Why the sudden urge today? Besides, if you want a name, it’s best if you choose one yourself, or perhaps ask your master,” Qu Weiyin replied with a hint of helplessness as she glanced at the sword in Luo Jinxiao’s hand.

“I want you to name it,” Luo Jinxiao asserted, having figured out by now that the more she acted spoiled and clingy, the less Qu Weiyin would get angry at her; she was relatively easy to appease.

Qu Weiyin stared at Luo Jinxiao’s shimmering eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, and felt her heart swell. Quickly, she turned her head away, not daring to look longer.

“Wu Jue,” she finally said.

“Wu Jue?” Luo Jinxiao echoed thoughtfully, chewing on the name. “Isn’t it a bit too unrepentant to pair with No Regrets?”

“Whatever you think is fine; whether you use it or not is up to you. I’m headed back now,” Qu Weiyin replied, opening her arms and gracefully leaping down from the edge of the roof.

Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao hurriedly stood up and called after her retreating figure, “Thank you for the name, Master Uncle!”

While she didn’t fully understand Qu Weiyin’s intention, she found the name quite appealing.

Qu Weiyin’s expression remained calm as she made her way back to her room. Once inside, it was as if she shed a heavy burden, staggering slightly as she sank onto the bed. She supported her forehead with her delicate fingers, her face weary and drained.

Suddenly, the sword spirit, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared behind her and bounced in front of her, frowning as it scrutinized her. “I sensed something was off about your mood today. The events I saw during the day…”

“I can’t wait any longer. Once this matter comes to light, I must act preemptively,” Qu Weiyin said coldly, her phoenix eyes brimming with killing intent.

“In my past life, I became a demon, and he was terrified enough to hide for a lifetime. Although he still died, I never got to personally end him. That remains a thorn in my heart. This time, I will not let him escape.”

“But right now, you don’t have sufficient power. Confronting him might lead to mutual destruction, especially since he has cultivated such dark arts. His abilities have likely increased significantly; a direct confrontation might not be wise,” the sword spirit said with a rare seriousness, worry etched across its features.

“Exactly. That’s why I plan to use the methods they employed against me in my past life against them this time,” Qu Weiyin replied sharply, her gaze dark and suffused with malice. Even the sword spirit hesitated to meet her eyes.

“Alright. But you still need to take care of yourself, if not for your own sake, then for that yellow-haired girl. I still find it puzzling what makes her so special that you are so attached to her,” the sword spirit mused, stroking its plush chin with a shrewd expression.

Qu Weiyin’s murderous aura lessened slightly, and she frowned. “What attachment? Don’t speak nonsense.”

“I don’t believe you. You can’t possibly see her merely as a cherished junior,” the sword spirit replied with a smirk and a cheeky expression. “And that name ‘Wu Jue’—who doesn’t know your true feelings? ‘I wish to know you and have a long life without decline…’”

Before the sword spirit could finish its sentence, its body went rigid, rolling its eyes as its head grew heavy and it toppled off the bed, its head hitting the floor first and shattering into pieces that disappeared into the air.

“What nonsense!” Qu Weiyin glared, a mix of embarrassment and anger reflected in her eyes.

Luo Jinxiao lingered in the small town for a few more days before leaving with the others. Since that night, Qu Weiyin had not appeared again.

The situation within No Regrets Sect had not improved significantly; disciples continued to go missing every few days, and while fear gripped their hearts, rumors of sending the remaining disciples home were rife.

This left many who already had no home or had lost theirs in deep worry. Even the once-bustling Bai Yu Terrace had grown desolate, echoing with emptiness. The entire No Regrets Sect felt as bleak as the autumn season, permeating a sense of sorrow.

As autumn deepened, the trees in No Regrets Mountain shed their leaves. From a distance, the bare branches stood stark against the sky, creating a scene of desolation.

Meanwhile, all classes had been canceled, leaving the disciples to cultivate on their own. The lower-ranked disciples were especially affected, too afraid to even step outside.

On one such day, while she was dutifully staying in the noisy disciples’ quarters, enjoying some pastries sent by their seniors as a consolation, she noticed Situ Xue entering the room. In a soft voice, she said to Luo Jinxiao, “Luo Jinxiao, Yan Ying is looking for you.”

At the mention of Yan Ying’s name, Luo Ning perked up, raising her head and listening intently.

“Looking for me? What does she want?” Luo Jinxiao was puzzled and turned to Luo Ning. “I haven’t seen her following you around lately.”

“I don’t know; she’s probably tired of arguing with me and doesn’t want to bother anymore,” Luo Ning replied, her round little face drooping, appearing even rounder than before.

“Hey, I’ll go with you! That troublemaker is likely here to cause you problems again. Just watch me deal with her,” Lu Fanzhi stood up, shaking off crumbs from the pastries as she rolled up her sleeves.

Luo Jinxiao rolled her eyes and tossed a handkerchief at her face. “Clean your mouth first. She’s just at the door; I’ll be back quickly.”

Situ Xue smiled at them before leaving. As Luo Jinxiao wiped her mouth, she stepped outside and immediately spotted Yan Ying standing there with her arms crossed.

Yan Ying’s once vibrant features now appeared worn and exhausted, dark circles under her eyes giving her a lifeless look. Even when she saw Luo Jinxiao, her gaze only flickered with a hint of disdain, erasing any warmth from her expression.

“What do you want?” Luo Jinxiao dared not approach and kept her distance.

“How has Luo Ning been these days?” Yan Ying asked.

Luo Jinxiao pointed towards the entrance, puzzled. “She’s right inside. If you want to talk to her, just go in. Why do you need me to relay a message?”

Yan Ying shook her head quickly. “No, I don’t want to see her; I’m just asking.”

She hesitated, and it left Luo Jinxiao feeling overwhelmed, prompting her to ask, “Is there something else?”

At that moment, it seemed Yan Ying had made up her mind. She stepped closer, pulling Luo Jinxiao in and leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Can you find Master Uncle Qu? If possible, please tell her that someone has been plotting in the dark for a long time—she is in danger.”