Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 241

Even someone as proud and experienced as Jing Yuan couldn’t help but jump at the sight of the massive black serpent—let alone the two trembling little snow bunnies in his arms.

“What kind of demon creature dares break into Junior Sister Su’s courtyard?! Have at you!”

With a sharp shing, his blade left its sheath, radiating an icy, murderous intent.

His lifebound sword, Po Feng, a top-tier earth-grade weapon, slashed down on the black serpent’s glistening scales. Sparks flew on contact—but not a single scratch marred its hide.

They exchanged several blows. The serpent remained utterly calm, while Jing Yuan stared in disbelief—his sword, which could slice through steel, now bore jagged nicks along its edge.

What the hell?

That serpent carried an unmistakable aura of deadly miasma. The fact that it could enter Xuantian Sect grounds without triggering the mountain’s protective array was already outrageous—but to actually withstand his full-powered sword strikes?

As he stood frozen in disbelief—crack! A muffled squelch sounded.

The tip of a blade stabbed into the serpent’s belly, and the tree-trunk-sized beast suddenly shriveled like a popped wineskin, shrinking down to a finger-thin black eel. Inky blood gushed from the wound.

Inside, Su Ci had only flipped through a few pages of the Sect’s Code of Conduct when she heard loud clanging and crashing outside. She hurried out—only to see her little black snake sprawled on the ground, while a black-robed youth stood over it, sword poised for the kill.

“Mo Yu!”

Jing Yuan stared at his sword in a daze.
“Wait—this… I…!”

Petals drifted across the jade-tiled floor, soaking in thick black blood that spread outward like spilled ink—an absolute disaster scene.

Mo Yu trembled weakly, his inky eyes still managing a mocking glint.

You idiot. Bringing bunnies to her door? With that level of skill? Dream on.

This was his territory now.

That girl could barely keep up with him, how was she supposed to care for a pair of fluffballs?

Su Ci gently picked up the tiny black snake, cradling him in her palms without a hint of disgust for the blood caking his body. She used the sleeve of her snow-white robe to wipe him down with utmost care.

Jing Yuan went pale, flinging Po Feng aside in guilt.

“Sh-Shimei, please, let me explain… I didn’t know it was your spirit pet! It—it was as thick as a bowl earlier, I thought it was some kind of demonic beast…”

That killing aura—it was more than just beastly.

Even the ninth-level demon kings atop the Trial Tower didn’t reek of that much menace.

But now all of that deadly pressure had vanished, leaving him looking like the one who attacked without cause.

He had no defense.

“It’s fine. You didn’t mean to.”

Su Ci didn’t even look at him. She held Mo Yu close and took out a healing pellet, grinding it gently between her fingers. The faint herbal fragrance quickly spread.

It was just a low-grade, yellow-tier pill.

Mo Yu’s jewel-bright eyes shifted, unable to hide his distaste.
This garbage? You’re giving me this trash?

…Fine.

Only because she made it herself.

I’ll endure.

The little snake stretched out languidly, deliberately peeling back his injury to expose bone and sinew, making the wound look more vicious than it was.

Go on then. Tend to me.

Jing Yuan stood there like a man who’d swallowed a bitter melon, unable to speak. Watching Su Ci dote on the snake, he dug through his storage pouch and pulled out dozens of top-tier healing pills.

“Shimei, take these. My father made them himself. They work internally and externally. You’ll be fully healed in under an hour. Think of it as an apology.”

Earth-grade pills were extremely rare. Their efficacy far exceeded Su Ci’s self-made medicine—and could probably even treat Mo Yu’s lingering internal injuries from his last tribulation.

Still, Su Ci knew this whole situation wasn’t entirely Jing Yuan’s fault. She also had a good idea of her little snake’s scheming.

“Thank you. One pill is enough.”

Just as she reached for one of the jade bottles—

Mo Yu suddenly twitched violently, knocking over the entire pile with his tail and pointing with the tip at the crushed powder in Su Ci’s hand.

This one. I want this one.

Tsk. Had she never seen a snake before?

Who knew what those pills were laced with? Trusting anything this dumb kid handed over?

And what was with that smug air—like those few earth-grade pills were worth anything? Was he trying to impress beggars?

Garbage sect. Garbage disciples. Always treating trash like treasure. Disgraceful.

Su Ci tapped the snake’s limp little head, exasperated yet indulgent.

“So picky. Fine, we’ll use mine. But it’s going to sting—deal with it.”

Mo Yu’s eyes bulged.

Did she just call him a pig who couldn’t handle coarse grains?!

Her delicate fingertips, dusted with powder, slowly smeared the paste onto his wound.

A twinge of pain laced with an electric buzz shot straight through his bones.

Mo Yu trembled, his scales twitching as pleasure rippled through him. His tail spasmed violently and curled around Su Ci’s pinky in an effort to endure.

Huff… Huff… Huff—so good.

This girl—was evil!

Was she treating his injury, or seducing him? Even a snake couldn’t resist!

In Su Ci’s eyes, his pitiful writhing just looked like he was in terrible pain. Her brows knit in concern, and her touch became even gentler.

Mo Yu felt himself ascending to another plane.

Pleasure and shame, mingling. Sweet torture.

Why is she so good with her hands?!

He couldn’t take it anymore. In broad daylight, in front of another man—and two rabbits—she was groping, rubbing, and petting him!

Where’s the decency?!

If they were going to do this, they should at least close the door!

Some demons had no shame, but he wasn’t one of them.

He had lived with integrity and self-respect all his life. Until he was struck by a heavenly tribulation and lost his demon body—only to be picked up by this shameless woman!

She—she was the worst!

A face like an untouched goddess, but hands that roamed all over him! Wearing him like jewelry around her neck and wrist!

Men and women shouldn’t touch each other casually.
Immortals and demons are not meant to be!

Is this how things should be?!

…Well, whatever.

She’d touched him now. He had to take responsibility.

Once he recovered, he’d marry her in grand demon fashion, bring her back to the demon realm as his queen. Let her pick all the treasures she wanted.

But that was for later.

For now, they weren’t married yet.

And here she was, doing all this in public, in front of other men and rabbits!

Shameless! Completely shameless!

Mo Yu seethed so hard his soul nearly left his body. But even as he writhed in rage, he made sure to do it seductively—hoping to get under Jing Yuan’s skin.

Too bad, in Jing Yuan’s eyes, he was nothing but a scheming little black mud eel.

The tension between Su Ci and her snake grew so thick it was practically visible, and Jing Yuan couldn’t even find a space to speak.

The pills on the ground? Whatever.

Other people might kill for one. He didn’t care. If being thrown aside meant they were touched by her, it was worth it.

Still… that snake was weird.

Did it just roll its eyes at him?

Wait—it had no whites. But still!

Not wanting to mess up Su Ci’s courtyard, Jing Yuan awkwardly began gathering the scattered pills.

Then came the bloodstain.

He prepared a cleaning spell, but before he could cast it, Mo Yu’s tail curled tighter around Su Ci’s wrist, eyes glaring daggers at her.

No.
No one touches this Lord’s blood.