Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 69: Heartfelt Intentions

Upon hearing the words, Luo Jinxiao took a bold step forward, her tall figure squeezing right into the midst of the men. “I’ll take this girl,” she said, her voice cheerful.

The men, realizing that the prize they had almost secured was slipping away, began grumbling, attempting to push Luo Jinxiao aside. However, they were halted by a delicate hand that seized one of their wrists.

The hand belonged to a woman dressed in a stunning red outfit, her beauty striking and enchanting. Her long hair was casually tied back, and despite her slender fingers, her grip was surprisingly strong, making it impossible for the man to break free.

The other men froze in place, suddenly speechless.

Xiuer dared to open her eyes at this moment. Upon seeing Luo Jinxiao, her clear gaze widened in surprise. She stumbled a few steps forward, dropping to her knees and tightly wrapping her arms around Luo Jinxiao’s legs. Tears flowed down her dirty face like a gushing spring, washing away the grime and creating white streaks.

Seeing how pitiful she looked, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but feel compassion. She grasped Xiuer’s arm, helping her to her feet.

“Alright, alright. But you came just a bit too late. This demon has already been sold at a price agreed upon with these gentlemen,” the man in the hat said with a troubled tone.

“Exactly, we already…”

Before the men could finish their sentence, they felt a chill run down their backs, and they fell silent.

“How much did they offer? I’ll pay half as much again,” Luo Jinxiao spoke gently, but her smile did not reach her eyes.

“Twenty taels,” the man raised two fingers.

Luo Jinxiao nodded, then turned, leaning close to Qu Weiyin with a mischievous smile. “Master Uncle, can I borrow some silver?”

Qu Weiyin shot a reproachful glance at Luo Jinxiao before reaching into her sleeve and taking out several silver coins, handing them to her.

They led Xiuer into an inn, where they provided water for her to wash up. After a stick of incense had burned, there was a timid knock on the door.

Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin exchanged a glance before opening the door. They found Xiuer already dressed in clean clothes, her hair still damp and cascading down her back.

Despite the demonic aura surrounding her, her eyes remained bright and clear, filled with innocence.

Qu Weiyin stepped forward, placing a hand on Xiuer’s forehead, with faint golden spiritual energy flowing into her body, probing gently.

“She’s a half-demon,” Qu Weiyin said, slightly surprised, turning to look at Luo Jinxiao.

“A half-demon?” Luo Jinxiao furrowed her brows and inclined closer to examine Xiuer’s eyes.

Half-demons are originally human but transform into demons due to postnatal opportunities; such cases are quite rare.

“Where’s the tree demon?” Luo Jinxiao asked.

As soon as she inquired, it was as if her question had burst a dam. Tears quickly pooled in Xiuer’s eyes, cascading down her cheeks and soaking her newly clothed garment.

Suddenly, she very nearly collapsed to her knees before Luo Jinxiao, babbling in distress. Fortunately, Luo Jinxiao acted swiftly, managing to catch her before she truly knelt.

Neither of them understood sign language, nor could they comprehend Xiuer’s speech like the tree demon could, so they had to piece together the story through fragmented gestures and drawings.

After leaving that day, they had hidden in the mountains, living a simple life, but later, someone invaded their forest to eliminate demons and insisted on capturing both of them. In the scuffle, Xiuer was injured, and the tree demon expelled her inner core to save her while being taken away by others, leaving her unaware of what had happened afterwards.

Xiuer’s storytelling was full of tears and heartbreak, invoking deep sympathy from those who listened. Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but glance at Qu Weiyin, only to find that her eyes remained as calm and still as a tranquil pond, unperturbed by the tragedy.

Suppressing her own heartache, Luo Jinxiao reached out to grasp Qu Weiyin’s hand and quietly asked, “Master Uncle, what should we do now?”

“Demons and humans, demons and immortals, are seen as opposing forces in the eyes of the world—ultimately, there will be no good ending,” Qu Weiyin suddenly said, her tone cold and detached.

Upon hearing this, it felt as if a heavy stone had been tossed into Luo Jinxiao’s heart, sinking deeper and deeper.

Qu Weiyin turned, as if to leave, but paused for a moment before striding back to stand in front of Xiuer. Her gaze was hard, and she spoke indifferently, “You carry a demonic aura and don’t possess any demon techniques, making you a target for many cultivators. We can only save you this once, but we can’t do it every time.”

“If you wish to live to see the tree demon again, then trust us,” she instructed.

Xiuer wiped her tears away and pressed her soft pink lips together as she nodded solemnly.

Though she appeared to be a fragile girl, at that moment, she radiated an extraordinary resolve.

Qu Weiyin’s expression softened slightly. She opened her palm to reveal a small paper talisman that emitted a faint golden light.

“This is a demon-capturing talisman. If you enter it, I promise you will not die.”

Xiuer looked between Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin before taking a deep breath, stepping forward two paces, and transforming into a thin wisp of white light that vanished into the talisman.

Qu Weiyin stared at the paper talisman, lost in thought for a while before tucking it away.

“Let’s go,” she said, turning to leave.

As Luo Jinxiao considered Qu Weiyin’s earlier words, she felt something was off. She quickly took a few strides to block Qu Weiyin’s path, shutting the door with a creak.

Qu Weiyin abruptly halted, raising her eyes to meet Luo Jinxiao’s cold stare. “What are you doing?”

With her back against the door, feeling the hard surface behind her, Luo Jinxiao asked, “What did you mean by what you just said, Master Uncle?”

“It’s nothing,” Qu Weiyin replied, avoiding Luo Jinxiao’s gaze.

“Why did you mention demons and immortals?” Luo Jinxiao pressed, her demeanor firmer than ever as she grasped Qu Weiyin’s wrist, her voice lowered but filled with intensity.

“I said it’s nothing. It doesn’t concern you,” Qu Weiyin answered coolly, attempting to turn away from her.

But Luo Jinxiao pulled hard, spinning Qu Weiyin around to face her.

Her crimson dress flared out around her ankles like a wave of red.

Qu Weiyin seemed to grow irritated again, raising her chin defiantly as she glared at Luo Jinxiao. “Let go.”

“I won’t let go,” Luo Jinxiao said quickly, suddenly untying her black outer garment and tossing it aside, revealing an elegant blue inner robe.

“What are you doing…” Qu Weiyin’s face flushed red, and in a swift motion, she released her spiritual energy, sending Luo Jinxiao flying backward. Her phoenix eyes glistened with a misty haze, and her long dark lashes fluttered like fans.

Seeing her like this sent tremors of emotion through Luo Jinxiao’s heart.

“I mean no offense; I just want to tell you that the clothing you gave me has not left my side for five years. Do you really understand nothing at all?” Luo Jinxiao’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the daylight from outside like gentle ripples of clear water, full of heartfelt sadness.

Qu Weiyin processed Luo Jinxiao’s words. She raised her head sharply, seemingly incredulous.

“You—you’re talking nonsense,” she stammered. Her mind and heart were in disarray, tangled in a mess she couldn’t untangle.

She had thought she had concealed her feelings tightly, but Luo Jinxiao’s straightforwardness had shattered that illusion, making her emotions spill forth like mist.

How could it be that a woman who had lived for millennia could be so easily stirred by Luo Jinxiao, causing her tranquil pool of emotions to ripple chaotically?

“I’m not talking nonsense. Master Uncle, please turn around and look at me,” Luo Jinxiao pleaded, her voice softening, almost desperate.

“Look at me! I truly think about you day and night. You mentioned wanting to see me just now—does that not mean anything?”

“That’s not the same,” Qu Weiyin suddenly interrupted, raising her voice. Taking a deep breath, she spoke sharply, “You need to leave.”

Luo Jinxiao looked at her strikingly beautiful face, feeling as if she had been drenched in icy water, causing her to tremble from cold.

In those five years on the mountain, having witnessed the Sect Master’s love for Zhao Zhao, she finally understood her own feelings. In her heart, Qu Weiyin was just like Zhao Zhao was to the Sect Master.

Perhaps those feelings had always existed—in the moments Qu Weiyin saved her, when she watched Qu Weiyin look at her, during the times Qu Weiyin shed tears, and when she faced death.

She had long resolved that if she could ever descend the mountain, she would certainly express her feelings, regardless of how Qu Weiyin had changed.

To this end, she had tirelessly practiced day and night, terrified of being left behind, wanting to protect her.

“I won’t go,” she said resolutely, her voice cold.

“Get out!” Qu Weiyin shouted, her face contorted with anguish as she pressed a hand against her chest, taking a deep breath.

Seeing Luo Jinxiao remain unresponsive, she strode forward, grabbing the collar of her clothing and forcefully pushing her against the door. Her icy phoenix eyes glinted with intensity, and in her hand, golden light flared as a small dagger appeared.

“Do you have any idea what I could become? Do you know how malicious I can be?” she spoke each word with deliberate clarity, the blade’s tip resting against Luo Jinxiao’s throat. “Don’t think just because you saved me once, you can utter such absurdities.”

Luo Jinxiao tilted her head to evade the blade, her gaze steady as she looked into Qu Weiyin’s eyes. “I know,” she replied softly.

Having died at her hands in a previous life, how could she not know?

“But I also know that you’re the best Master Uncle in the world,” she continued, tears pouring down her cheeks.

Then, closing her eyes, she turned her face away, completely exposing her delicate, fair neck to Qu Weiyin’s view.

Qu Weiyin’s hand trembled, the knife slipping from her grasp as it clinked to the ground, turning to golden light and vanishing.

“I would give you anything—my life, my devotion. Whatever you desire, I’ll give it to you,” Qu Weiyin whispered, her words released like a breath, a faint sweetness surrounding them.

“But I don’t want to harm you. I only want you to live well.”

After saying this, she yanked Luo Jinxiao closer, flinging the door open and shoving her outside.

“Rest here for tonight; I’m tired,” she instructed before turning away.

The door slammed shut before her, and Luo Jinxiao stumbled a few steps, steadying herself against the wall.

Her gaze felt vacant and desolate as she looked at her fingertips, releasing a soft sigh. She stared at the door for a moment longer before turning to leave.

In the evening, at a roadside tavern, various groups gathered, mostly rogue cultivators without any affiliations, drinking cheerfully and laughing loudly.

In a corner of the tavern sat a woman in blue, drinking heartily from a bowl. After finishing one bowl, she banged it down on the table and called for a refill.

Beside her, a demure girl with long, chestnut hair nodded earnestly and filled her bowl again. As more people came and went, they continued to serve, wordlessly fulfilling their duties.

After a few rounds, the table was a mess of cups and dishes, yet Luo Jinxiao showed no signs of inebriation. Frustration boiled within her; she had often heard that alcohol could help drown troubles, and now that she finally wanted to try it out, she couldn’t get drunk?

Determined to test it further, she raised her hand and ordered three jars of “Daughter’s Red.”

After pouring drinks all night, Qiongqi was fed up and simply ripped the cork off a jar, placing it in front of Luo Jinxiao.

“Why are you picking on me, too?” Luo Jinxiao pouted, lifting the jar and tipping it back to drink.

Late into the night, her excessive drinking attracted the attention of several men with dubious intentions, but they were quickly handled by Qiongqi, who tossed them aside easily. Only then could Luo Jinxiao drink her fill of three jars of Daughter’s Red without interruption.

Yet still, she felt no intoxication.

Today had been frustrating for her, but she had drunk to the point of saturation and could no longer drink more. Leaning on Qiongqi’s shoulder, she slowly made her way back to the inn.

“Sweetheart, what do you think I should do?” she mumbled to herself.

“Why doesn’t Master Uncle want to? Is it because she thinks I’m too young? But I’m not that young anymore,” Luo Jinxiao lamented, glancing down at her chest.

At that moment, she began to feel a slight dizziness, with the thrill of alcohol coursing through her, though it was nowhere near enough to drown her sorrows.

“Awoo!” Qiongqi barked.

“Speak human words.”

“Small,” Qiongqi replied.

Luo Jinxiao was speechless. She shoved Qiongqi aside and marched ahead, quickly returning to the inn, pacing in front of Qu Weiyin’s door.