After the Villainess Awakens

Chapter 39: A fate of being unlucky and alone

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Leng Tianyin held a sword in his hand and said to Leng Mushi and Xiao Mian: "It should be Ye Kulang who appeared!"

After saying that, he picked up his sword and prepared to run downstairs.

Leng Mushi quickly exchanged a glance with Xiao Mian, and in each other's eyes, they saw a tacit understanding that they knew each other's thoughts.

The next moment Leng Mushi quickly stepped forward, grabbed Leng Tianyin, and dragged her into the house. The few low-level disciples following behind her turned their heads to see that Xiao Mian had already closed the door.

"Sister? What's wrong?" Leng Tianyin rushed to save people, but was held back by Leng Mushi. She didn't seem annoyed but asked in a low voice.

After Xiao Mian closed the door, he set up a soundproof barrier and nodded to Leng Mushi. Leng Mushi then took off the soul-gathering bag at his waist and opened it to show Leng Tianyin.

"Look." Leng Mushi said.

"This is..." Leng Tianyin lowered her head to glance at the bag, and saw the twisted little face of Ye Kulang Ping'an inside.

Leng Tianyin gasped, and Leng Mushi quickly closed the bag and continued, "Ye Kulang, the one we just caught who hurt the disciples was not Ye Kulang. This town is pitch black at night, no one has a light on, including the shops, there is something wrong."

Leng Tianyin was shocked and said, "How is it possible? Sister, how did you catch him? He was caught, and what hurt the disciples..."

"I don't know yet," Leng Mushi said, "Xiao Mian and I will go to the deserted mountains outside the city, but I have an important task for you."

"The Night Cryer doesn't hurt anyone, nor is he afraid of light. He can be found regardless of whether the window is open or not. He is made of resentment, but he still carries the vitality of a living person."

Leng Mushi continued, "So the shopkeeper and the waiter are lying. I want you to take the disciples who listen to you and stay here to control the shopkeeper and the waiter. No matter how normal they behave, don't let them go until we come back."

Leng Mushi had never before held Leng Tianyin's shoulders and spoke to her so seriously.

Although Leng Tianyin was an illegitimate child of a concubine and was born to be unworthy of Leng Mushi and her son, she really liked this sister very much since the first time she saw Leng Mushi when she was very young.

It’s just that the grudges, love and hatred of their elders stood between the sisters, preventing them from getting close to each other for the rest of their lives.

Leng Tianyin was always thinking about Leng Mushi's many life-saving graces, and she had no way to repay him. No matter when and where, as long as Leng Mushi asked her to do so, even if it was to ask her to jump off a cliff, she would not hesitate.

Therefore, she didn't even understand what Leng Mushi said, but she still agreed: "I'll listen to my sister. There are several new disciples and two senior sisters who get along very well with me. I am confident that I can convince them to join me!"

Leng Mushi thought she would have to spend some time talking, or use force to make her obey, but she didn't expect Leng Tianyin to agree without even asking the reason.

Leng Mushi was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief, let go of Leng Tianyin's shoulders, and said, "Then go."

Leng Tianyin nodded, walked to the door and paused, turned around to look at Xiao Mian, clearly wanting to say something but hesitant.

Leng Mushi blinked, and only then did she suddenly realize that the two of them were a perfect match made in heaven. In storybooks since ancient times, when the hero and heroine faced danger, they would always say a few intimate words to each other, and maybe even kiss.

So Leng Mushi tactfully walked past the two of them, walked out the door and went downstairs, leaving space for the two to talk.

After Leng Mushi went downstairs, the law in the storage bag on her waist spoke: "I didn't let you come up, but you started to break the jar. Don't you want to occupy Xiao Mian in this situation?! Why did you let them talk alone? Where is your character as a vicious female supporting role?!"

Leng Mushi felt that the rule was like a psychopath. "Why would I occupy him? Isn't he destined to be my sister's man?"

The law was choked and didn't speak for a long time, and then he said: "Yes, it's your sister's. You are angry. You may never get such a good immortal king. You are a star of misfortune!"

Leng Mushi paused slightly and frowned. She didn't know why, but after Fa Lu said this, for a moment, she felt an endless loneliness surging in her body.

This loneliness overwhelmed her, and she felt as if thousands of years had passed in this fleeting moment...

Her breathing became slightly choked, her knees weakened, and she was about to kneel down on the stairs.

Fortunately, her arm was quickly caught. Xiao Mian walked around to her anxiously and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Xiao Mian used his spiritual power to probe into Leng Mushi. It shouldn't be so easy to probe spiritual power into another person's body. It requires complete relaxation and trust in the whole body, but when Xiao Mian did it, it was as if he was mobilizing the spiritual power in his own meridians.

Leng Mushi was shocked at this moment to find that she had trusted and indulged Xiao Mian to such an extent!

She looked at Xiao Mian's concerned eyes, imagining that maybe he had just used this concerned look to give Leng Tianyin some personal advice, or maybe he had even kissed someone else with these bright red lips. Leng Mushi suddenly felt irritated for no reason.

She pushed Xiao Mian away, and Xiao Mian stumbled a step, then stopped on the step below her in surprise. The step made up their heights, so they were looking at each other at eye level.

"I'm fine." Leng Mushi frowned and said, "I don't need your support, you and..."

Leng Mushi's words circled around her tongue for several times, but she still stumbled out: "Have you finished talking with your Junior Sister Tianyin?"

Xiao Mian had never seen her look and speak like this before. They had spent a lot of time together. Leng Mushi had always had a good temper. As long as the unknown evolution of the elixir formula did not make her anxious, she was very indulgent to the people around her.

Even the demon spider that ate the food she fed, always thought about revenge, and bit her from time to time, Leng Mushi always just drove it away and didn't hurt it.

Seeing her speaking to him in such a cold and harsh manner, Xiao Mian was completely stunned for a moment.

Leng Mushi was shocked by what she had said, and her brows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly.

She quickly turned around and ran downstairs. Xiao Mian was very smart and quickly realized that Leng Mushi might be unconsciously jealous of him talking to Leng Tianyin alone. He suddenly felt as if he had taken two rejuvenation pills and his whole body floated up.

He couldn't suppress the smile on his face as he chased after Leng Mushi. Leng Mushi completely misunderstood. Leng Tianyin told him that he must protect his sister.

After the law stimulated Leng Mushi for a few words, it fell silent again. The more Leng Mushi thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with him, even more wrong than the vitality in Ye Kulang. So all the way towards the barren mountain, he ignored Xiao Mian.

Xiao Mian wanted to explain, but he was really surprised to see Leng Mushi like this.

The excitement and excitement of finally harvesting in autumn after planting in spring and busying in summer came from every inch of coldness on Leng Mushi's face.

It’s not that she doesn’t have feelings or that she doesn’t care about herself!

Whenever Xiao Mian thought of this, he happily felt that this exorcism mission was really worth it!

He wanted to enjoy it secretly for a while, just for a while, to give Leng Mushi enough time to make Leng Mushi more aware of how much he cared about him.

Then Xiao Mian would have confidence that she would agree to be with him.

Leng Mushi did think about it for a while, but before she could figure it out, they followed the induction of the life-binding belts between the disciples and arrived at the deserted mountains outside the city.

The cold moon's clear light scattered on the disciple's uniforms woven with pure white spiritual power, forming an indescribable brilliance. On a hilltop in the barren mountain, stood a group of monks in disciple's uniforms.

This should have been a beautiful scene, but it was ruined because the disciples were all holding swords in a vigilant manner, facing the people holding hoes and pickaxes on the hillside.

When Leng Mushi, Xiao Mian and several other disciples arrived, they saw a tense situation where the two sides were about to break out.

"Get out of our town! You bastards!" A man who looked like a leader among the crowd and was holding a shovel shouted at You Zishu, who was standing on the hill with a solemn look on his face and the Snow Spirit Sword aura in full bloom.

You Zishu had probably never seen such unruly people before, as they beat to death five of their new disciples. The reason was simply because these five disciples sneaked into the ancestral hall in the town at night and accidentally knocked over the tablets of the ancestors of the people in the town.

"You have killed someone and you must pay with your life," You Zishu said, "We will report to the authorities tomorrow morning."

The already excited villagers became even more excited. "You are the murderer! You knocked over the spirit tablet, which means you killed someone. A life for a life. We just want you to pay with your life!"

You Zishu has the highest cultivation level among the group, but he is good at dealing with demons and beasts, and can win battles between cultivators, but he does not know how to negotiate with these ignorant townspeople, and does not know how to use swords and knives against these vulnerable mortals who must not be touched.

Therefore, they were in a dilemma and could only wait for dawn.

Cultivators are not invulnerable to swords and guns, and they can die if they are chopped. The new disciples who died were the ones who ignored Xiao Mian and Xingzhou's advice last night and secretly came to this desolate mountain with crude magic tools to follow the resentment and look for Ye Kulang.

As soon as Leng Mushi, Xiao Mian and others arrived, the confrontation became even more tense again.

"No matter how many of you come, it will be useless. All of you will stay here and pay with your lives tonight!"

The leader holding a shovel was a man in his thirties. He was very excited. A group of people followed his command and rushed towards Leng Mushi and the others with their tools.

The new disciples following behind were all scared to death. Their cultivation had just started. In addition, the first rule of all sects in the world of cultivation, whether it was the Taichu Sect or other sects, was that they were not allowed to use magic against ordinary mortals.

This is the iron rule set by our ancestors. Many disciples are confused and puzzled by it, but many high-level cultivators who have comprehended the cycle of reincarnation know it.

Leng Mushi also knew that the source of vitality of the world of cultivation, the world of demons, and everything in this world came from these human beings who were born and died every day.

But they were once human beings, so no matter what the circumstances, cultivators are not allowed to use magic to fight against humans who have no power to fight back.

To put it mildly, this is not following the rules of the sect. To put it seriously, it is affecting the cycle of cause and effect and will be punished by heaven.

However, cultivators have always been special beings in the eyes of mortals. There are very few mortals who are disrespectful to cultivators. Cultivators have protected the human race for generations, and there is no reason for humans to turn their swords against them.

But the people in this town have no respect for cultivators, and the bodies of those cultivators who died tragically at the gate of the temple are now lying there openly.

When they died, they were wearing the uniforms of Taichu Mountain disciples, which means that before killing them, the townspeople already knew that they were cultivators.

It sounds cowardly, but these adventurous disciples have low cultivation levels and a good dog cannot fight off a pack of wolves. These townspeople are as fierce as tigers and wolves, so they are afraid that it will be useless even if they reveal their identities.

The protective runes on the shoulders of the Taichu Mountain disciples' uniforms were supposed to automatically bounce away when encountering evil spirits, but... the townspeople were not evil spirits.

They were beaten to death beyond recognition, and it looked like a group of people had stabbed them to death to vent their anger; their bodies were dug into pieces.

At this moment, Leng Mushi withdrew his gaze from his fellow disciples whose deaths were even more horrific than those of the real Night Crying Man, and faced the townspeople who were swinging hoes and pickaxes at them.

Everyone retreated hastily, or blocked with swords, but no one used spiritual power, and the swords were sharp. They were afraid of hurting the townspeople, and for a moment they were at a disadvantage. They were clearly here to reinforce, but they retreated like dogs that had lost their homes.

Leng Mushi was protected by Xiao Mian behind her. She was not good at this kind of group combat, but she saw that there were at least 100 or 200 townspeople. If they did not fight back tonight, they might not even be able to recover the bodies of their fellow disciples.

When Xiao Mian blocked a hoe that was aimed at her, Leng Mushi met the cloudy eyes of the old man wielding the hoe.

The old man had white hair and beard and a hunched back. He looked like a frail old man, and should be groaning in the morning and unable to walk even when he came out to bask in the sun, but he wielded the hoe with great vigor.

Leng Mushi was very close to Xiao Mian. She could even feel Xiao Mian blocking his hoe with his sword. His arm shook violently, which was enough to see how strong this old man was!

Moreover, the eyes of this group of villagers were filled with abnormal excitement. It didn't look like the excitement of living people fighting, but more like... the look in the eyes of a demon beast when hunting.

Leng Mushi was very familiar with this. She had been raising monsters for so long, and often went to the cliff at the back mountain to take things from wild monsters for medicinal purposes. This was the look in the monsters' eyes when they were hunting.

This group of living people who were clearly breathing normally had the eyes of a demon, and they were so close that when a gust of wind blew past, Leng Mushi could not even smell any life on them.

The night cryers who were regarded as evil spirits in this town were full of life, but these living people who were breathing, moving, and talking clearly were all dead. Why was this so?!

Leng Mushi and the others stood and retreated. She finally confirmed that she could not smell any life of a living person, and then she patted Xiao Mian's arm.

"Help me to form a beast trap!"

Xiao Mian was just like Leng Mushi's puppet. He flew up before she finished speaking.

Xiao Mian instantly channeled his spiritual power into his sword, lifted Leng Mushi up on her toes, and used Shuiyun's sword as a medium to continuously transfer spiritual power into Leng Mushi's body.

Leng Mushi's body suddenly glowed with spiritual light, her robe and long hair fluttering in the wind, she formed seals and drew talismans in the air with both hands at a very fast speed, each stroke was so fast that only afterimages were left, she muttered to herself -

Everyone was shocked by her sudden change. Both sides stopped fighting temporarily. The townspeople stepped back in fear. One of them screamed, "Cultivators cannot use spiritual power against mortals. You have violated the rules!"

Cultivators cannot use spiritual power against mortals, so how do mortals know? !

Leng Mushi snorted coldly, and the mysterious voice in her mouth increased - next to the cow, a little duck was drawn, the little duck laid two eggs, the eggs gave birth to a little snake, and the little snake flew up and turned into a little fish!

This was her way of memorizing the runes quickly. When she whispered it in her mouth it sounded mysterious and plausible, but when she spoke it out loud it seemed really... sick in the brain!

Her last syllable and her hand fell at the same time, and a trapped beast rune appeared in the air. Leng Mushi raised her hand and mobilized her spiritual power, slapping the rune towards the townspeople below.

At the same time, he shouted: "Sleepy!"

The next moment, the shattered runes scattered in all directions, leaving countless points of light in the air, and then... disappeared underground.

Leng Mushi was exhausted and got off Xiao Mianjian.

The scene was silent for a while. The townspeople looked around and saw nothing. They thought they were being played a trick. They paused and shouted, "Damn it, they are playing a trick on us! Charge! Kill these murderers!"

Leng Mushi and his companions were entrusted with a task, but in the eyes of the townspeople they became murderers.

As soon as the man finished shouting, all the townspeople rushed towards them again.

Some disciples stepped back in shock, but Leng Mushi stood in front of the man who was shouting, with his hands behind his back, staring at him motionlessly.

The man's big hoe was about to dig open Leng Mushi's head, but just when the hoe was only an arm's length away from Leng Mushi's head, there was a "buzz" sound, and the light point of the beast trap that Leng Mushi had broken before suddenly turned into several rays of light that shot up into the sky -

The rays of light quickly connected with runes, covering all of the barbaric townspeople. The pressure spread inch by inch in the formation, and in the blink of an eye it reached Leng Mushi, who was standing with his hands behind his back.

All the townspeople were forced to kneel on the ground. The man who was swinging the hoe fiercely at Leng Mushi felt as if his spine was pressed down by an invisible pair of hands, and he prostrated himself before Leng Mushi.

“It’s… it’s witchcraft…” some townspeople cursed viciously.

All the disciples were shocked by Leng Mushi's move. It wasn't because of anything else, but mainly because weren't they allowed to use spiritual power on the common people

…Okay, this is a formation. Spiritual power is used to draw the formation, but not to complete it…

But... the main reason is that they haven't learned this kind of formation, right

Even the leader You Zishu stared at the beast-prisoning formation with a serious look on his face.

But at least their crisis was temporarily resolved. The townspeople were pressed to the ground by the formation. The disciples put away their swords and quickly ran towards the bodies of the disciples who had been killed.

"Brother..."

"Junior brother!"

"Senior Sister..."

The wailing sound was heard, and the friendship between fellow disciples was like that of brothers.

Leng Mushi looked back at Xiao Mian. Xiao Mian subconsciously listened to Leng Mushi's words, but after all, they were taking action against the people, so he looked very worried.

Leng Mushi did not comfort him, but said directly: "There is no life in them, you don't have to be afraid."

Others couldn't understand Leng Mushi's incoherent words, but Xiao Mian could understand them.

No vitality? How can a living person be without vitality

Unless they are not alive!

Xiao Mian's expression suddenly relaxed. Strangely enough, he even felt a little ashamed. Xiao Mian touched the tip of his nose.

It was obvious that his cultivation was higher than Leng Mushi's, and he often took time to teach her swordsmanship. He was also the first to protect her when something happened. But the strange thing was that when he was protecting Leng Mushi, he felt that she was not the one being protected, but rather his backer, which gave him a sense of security.

I unconsciously want to obey her without even thinking about the reasons or whether it is right or wrong.

This is simply... Xiao Mian looked at Leng Mushi's back, who was obviously much thinner than him, and felt waves of sweetness and worry in his heart.

If she knew what he was thinking, would she think he was useless and not manly enough

Leng Mushi had no idea what Xiao Mian was thinking. She walked over to the man who had previously said that disciples of the immortal sect could not use spiritual power against mortals, otherwise it would be a violation of the law, squatted down and asked, "How do you know that disciples of the immortal sect cannot use spiritual power against mortals?"

"Tell me," Leng Mushi quickly pulled out a small dagger made of animal teeth from the side of her boots, and tilted her head to look at the man's eyes. "What's going on? How do you, a mere mortal, know this?"

The man's face turned red, but he was still calm. He was suppressed by the formation and couldn't raise his head. He looked at Leng Mushi with a squint, and was still unconvinced and indignant: "Anyway, you broke the rules!"

Leng Mushi shook her head, "No, I didn't use spiritual power against you, this is a formation."

Leng Mushi said: "Do you think I can't do anything to you since you are in the formation? This is a formation I created, specially to imprison you beasts who have heads but no brains."

As expected, as soon as the words fell, Leng Mushi thrust her beast tooth knife into the formation without any hindrance and lifted the man's chin. "Speak now, otherwise the matter of you killing my disciples will not end so easily. There are tens of thousands of disciples in my Taichu Sect, and any of them can dig up your ancestral grave without any effort. You'd better tell the truth. Who told you that disciples of immortal sects cannot use spiritual power on mortals?"

The man was really scared, trembling with his lips shaking. Leng Mushi said, "I forgot to tell you that I am an alchemist. If you don't tell me, I have a way to make you vomit. The rules of the immortal sect don't say that you can't feed mortals with pills. I have plenty of things like the Meridian Breaking Pill and the Ten Thousand Ants Devouring Heart Pill..."

"Oh! Oh! How come... Ouch!" Just as Leng Mushi was wondering if the man was about to collapse, a group of people holding torches came over from a distance.

The leader was the mayor who had entrusted them to come here to deal with the Night Cryer. He started clapping and screaming from a distance. Leng Mushi looked at the townsman who was about to speak, and immediately closed his mouth. Beads of sweat flowed down his forehead. He looked at the mayor who was leading the group. His eyes were dark and full of fear.

Leng Mushi frowned slightly, Xiao Mian quickly put away her animal bone knife and helped her up.

“Please spare me, immortals, please spare me. These are the ignorant people in my town.” The mayor must have gotten up in a hurry at night. The belt on his clothes was tied incorrectly, and they were crooked. His inner shirt was not tied properly and came loose. In the flickering light of the fire, purple-red marks were clearly visible on it…

This sight is like crawling out of the land of gentleness.

All the disciples of the immortal sect gathered together. You Zishu used a special spiritual weapon to collect the corpses of the disciples. His face was as pale as a hanged ghost, and his expression was even more miserable than that of a hanged ghost.

He walked up to the mayor and his first words were: "You townspeople have killed my disciples. Tomorrow morning, you will be handed over to the government office and must pay for your crimes with your lives!"

You Zishu has always been an extremely rigid person, rarely showing his emotions. He usually leads the team in training, and his disciples die at the hands of evil spirits, but he would not be so serious. After all, the road of cultivation is full of dangers and it is normal to die if unable to defeat the evil spirits.

But those who practiced cultivation died at the hands of the human race they had protected for generations, and the sect’s rules even placed restrictions in their bones. If they violated the taboos and killed others, their path would be destroyed.

If not, how could he have been in such a stalemate with the townspeople and even been unable to collect the corpses of his disciples who died tragically.

If not...

He turned his head to glance at Leng Mushi, and didn't see her violating any taboos. He felt a lot of doubts in his heart, but also a bit complicated.

This person always breaks the rules and rushes around recklessly. Just now he even tried to threaten the townspeople to say something... Could it be that Hua Yanyue's disciple is a special case in the sect and does not need to care about the restrictions that have existed in his bones since he entered the sect

But this time, You Zishu didn't even say a word of reprimand. What she did was exactly what he wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

Besides, the formation is different from the direct attack of spiritual power. Maybe... if she really returns to the sect, with her eloquent tongue that can confuse right and wrong, she may be able to escape the punishment of the Punishment Hall.

You Zishu looked at Leng Mushi secretly, but Leng Mushi was staring at the mayor and the other townspeople behind him who had never spoken a word and whose eyes looked very empty, with the same light flashing in their eyes as the townspeople lying on the ground.

Leng Mushi discovered that when You Zishu told the mayor that he would send the townspeople who committed murder to the government office, his face twitched rapidly, his eyes became light and dim, and for a moment there was even murderous intent bursting out in the jumping flames.

Leng Mushi quietly grabbed Xiao Mian's hand beside him, leaned close to him and said, "None of these townspeople have any hope of survival."

Xiao Mian was shocked, but immediately understood what he meant.

The mayor rubbed his hands and regained his normal appearance, and took two steps forward, "Oh my, what should I do? What's going on? These are good people from my town who are reclaiming wasteland outside the town. How could this happen..."

"Is it a misunderstanding? Is there any conflict?" The mayor walked up to You Zishu, his orange peel face wrinkled, "My lords, when did you arrive in the town? Why didn't you notify us in advance? I, we..."

“I’m not prepared.”

You Zishu's face was as cold as ice, and the other disciples looked at the mayor with hostility. Leng Mushi paused at this time and asked, "If we notify you in advance, what will you prepare?"

The mayor's expression froze visibly.

At this moment, the Night Crying Boy in Leng Mushi's storage bag suddenly hit Leng Mushi's side hard.

He always cried loudly, but this time, when he heard the mayor's voice so close to him, he did not cry. Instead, he hit Leng Mushi's side hard with his hand, as if he was frantically reminding her something -

The author has something to say: Leng Mushi: I am not... not a doomed star.