Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 239

Xuantian Sect.

The initiation ceremony for the new disciples was in full swing, bustling with excitement.

“I heard that for this year’s grand ceremony, even the reclusive Master Qingxu from Snowcrimson Peak is coming out. The Sect Leader himself shows him respect—who knows which lucky disciple will get chosen by him?”

“Don’t even bring it up. It won’t be either of us, that’s for sure.”

“Isn’t it common knowledge that Master Qingxu is a half-step away from ascension? His standards are sky-high. He’s only ever accepted four male disciples with water spiritual roots, each a prodigy in his own right.”

“It’s true. My own elder brother went so far as to change the characters in his name to match the water element just to have a shot at being chosen.”

Ye Linglong stood among a group of female cultivators, nervously clutching the thin veil of her dress, her wide eyes scanning the crowd with anxious anticipation.

Her real name wasn’t Ye Linglong, but Ye Linglong. She’d changed it on purpose, adjusting the characters to reflect the water element, hoping to be accepted by Master Qingxu.

All of Master Qingxu’s disciples had water spiritual roots—Xiao Zhuo the sound cultivator, Yin Jingze the talisman expert, Jing Yuan the sword cultivator, and Yue Xunzhou the craftsman. Every one of them was brilliant, a dragon among men.

But Ye Linglong didn’t have a water root—she had dual wood and fire roots, a natural fit for alchemy.

Her parents had pulled every string to get her into Xuantian Sect and even gave her a spiritual artifact that concealed her true roots, making her seem indistinguishable from a water-type cultivator.

Whether it was luck or fate, in her previous life, Master Qingxu really had chosen her out of the crowd of average disciples.

After becoming his disciple, he treated her with great care, and her senior brothers doted on her. With her master and seniors backing her, Ye Linglong became the center of attention in the sect, hailed as a genius junior sister.

Even on Yuheng Peak, the Sect Leader’s own territory, she could walk proudly with her head held high.

She had free access to pills and talismans, her pick of weapons and scrolls. Whenever she returned home to visit, her clan treated her like a treasure, and the clan leader even hinted at naming her heir.

It was a complete reversal for a girl who had once been nothing more than a bullied concubine’s daughter.

But the good times didn’t last.

Three months later, during the sect’s interschool competition, where she should have shined brightest, she was kidnapped by none other than the infamous Demon Lord Qi Linchen.

Her reputation and standing in the cultivation world crumbled overnight.

Qi Linchen was a madman.

He’d abducted her, destroyed her place in the sect, shattered her clan’s expectations, and sullied her name—yet he had the audacity to slander her master and senior brothers.

He claimed she was a pure yin body, a natural furnace, and accused her master and seniors of intending to drain her to boost their cultivation!

She refused to believe it, so Qi Linchen locked her in a dark prison, forcing her to “reflect” and accept a life in the Demon Realm.

Day after day, her hopes faded—not for rescue, but as Qi Linchen began sending men to her cell.

She would never forget the way he stood atop a crystal staircase, aloof and disdainful, watching her with contempt that cut deeper than blades.

“A pure yin body can also absorb yang to balance itself. You are no longer a virgin. On every full moon, your body will suffer a torment that can only be eased by dual cultivation.”

Ye Linglong had been furious—what utter nonsense!

She had no partner and had never dual cultivated with anyone. How could she not be a virgin?

He was clearly trying to humiliate her!

When she kicked those well-groomed men out, Qi Linchen tried to explain, saying he himself was a pure yang body and understood the agony of the full moon. He was only trying to help.

What a joke. Couldn’t he have come up with a better lie?

Wasn’t it obvious? He wanted her for himself. He probably planned to use her as a furnace all along!

Later that month, during the full moon, she didn’t know what he had drugged her with. But sure enough, she burned with fever, her entire body wracked with uncontrollable desire.

And Qi Linchen—pretending to be noble—locked himself in an icy cave and left her alone.

She endured unbearable humiliation.

When she finally escaped the Demon Realm and returned to Xuantian Sect, all she was met with were malicious whispers:

“That’s her—the little fox born to be a man’s furnace!”

“Everyone knows the Demon Realm is full of lust and depravity. Look at her. You think she’s still clean?”

“Senior Brother Xiao is pure and noble. He seeks only the highest, most ethereal melodies. Why would he ever look at her again?”

“Then again, the demons are all seductively handsome. Maybe she even enjoyed it. Why else would she wait ten months to come back?”

If those rumors didn’t come from Qi Linchen, who else could have spread them?

Only he knew she had a pure yin body. Only he would fabricate such disgusting lies.

After returning to the sect, she tried everything to win back her master’s and seniors’ favor. Life was just starting to look up again when Qi Linchen came back—this time, leading an army of demons.

It was during her master’s tribulation, the most critical moment of ascension. Qi Linchen ruined everything. He didn’t just destroy her master—he turned the entire sect into a blood-soaked wasteland.

Given a second chance, Ye Linglong swore she would protect herself this time. She wouldn’t let Qi Linchen take her again. She would repay her master and senior brothers properly.

Even if—just maybe—he had been telling the truth all along…

She looked up at the high platform.

Master Qingxu stood there with an ethereal grace, aloof and otherworldly. His four disciples stood behind him like jade statues, noble and brilliant.

Even if they saw her as nothing more than a furnace, she’d gladly accept it.

Up on the immortal platform, Sect Leader Xuanshao glanced across the packed square and quickly noticed something unusual.

“Qingxu, it’s been years since you left seclusion. Any disciples catch your eye today?”

Master Qingxu remained expressionless. Without even flipping through the list in his hands, he calmly named two unremarkable names.

“Su Ci. Ye Linglong.”

Sect Leader Xuanshao’s face stiffened.

So that’s who he wanted—two rare pure yin bodies in a single generation, and Qingxu wanted them both?

Pure yin cultivators advanced slowly, but with proper care, they could grow into formidable powers—especially Ye Linglong, who also had the rare dual root of wood and fire, perfect for alchemy.

But giving both away to Qingxu? Absolutely not. If Snowcrimson Peak grew too powerful again, what would that mean for Yuheng Peak’s standing? For his dignity as Sect Leader?

Fortunately, Qingxu didn’t have the final say.

Xuantian Sect prided itself on open selection—disciples chose their masters, and vice versa. It was an ancient rule set by the sect’s founder.

“Summon disciples Su Ci and Ye Linglong to come forward!”

The booming call jolted Ye Linglong from her thoughts. She vaguely recalled someone joining her in approaching the stage in her past life, but couldn’t remember who. Maybe she’d been too excited to notice.

The two girls stepped forward to greet the elders.

Sect Leader Xuanshao nodded in approval, smiling kindly at their potential.

“Su Ci, both I and Master Qingxu are willing to take you as a personal disciple. Who do you choose?”

Ye Linglong’s head snapped up in shock.

What?! The Sect Leader and her master were fighting over a disciple? And that disciple wasn’t her?

She instinctively turned her head.

Long, silky hair framed delicate, flawless skin. The girl’s profile was stunning, her figure graceful, her beauty simply otherworldly.

No matter how many beauties the cultivation or demon realms boasted, Ye Linglong had never seen anyone like her.

She must be the true pure yin body.

Su Ci gave a respectful bow toward the Sect Leader.

“Master Xuanshao, I would be honored to study under your guidance.”

One gentle, polite “Master” made Xuanshao beam with delight. His warm demeanor turned even more approachable.

In stark contrast, Master Qingxu’s expression darkened ever so slightly. His usual calm turned shadowed, his gaze falling silently toward Su Ci.

“Then the other one is mine.”

Without even looking at Ye Linglong’s face, Master Qingxu flicked his sleeve and left, his retreating figure proud and indifferent.

Ye Linglong remained kneeling, stunned.

So that was it?

Her long-anticipated initiation, the moment she had dreamed of, ended just like that?