Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 242

Su Ci wrapped Mo Yu’s wound with a handkerchief, discreetly covering the bloodstains to interrupt Jing Yuan mid-chant.

“Senior Brother Jing Yuan, was there something you needed to discuss with me today?”

Her voice was clear and cool, like a spring cascading over icy stones. The moment it entered Jing Yuan’s ears, it stirred the long-stilled waters of his heart, where something deep and wild seemed to awaken.

Beneath the surface, a beast long suppressed began to rouse.

He instinctively hid the hand he’d injured during the fight behind his back, lowering his gaze in rare embarrassment.

Words tumbled clumsily in his mind, his lips moved, but only silence came out. His brain was blank—snow-white and fluttering with static.

“N-No real reason, just… caught a couple of snow bunnies from Jiangsue Peak to amuse you. If you like them, I can catch a whole nest of little junior sisters for you next time…”

“Hmm?” Su Ci raised an eyebrow.

As far as she knew, Elder Qingxu was always in secluded cultivation and rarely supervised his disciples. Most were taught directly by his first disciple, Xiao Zhuo.

A “whole nest of junior sisters”…? Giving away one’s sect disciples as gifts? She’d never heard of such absurdity.

Jing Yuan didn’t even realize the nonsense he was spouting. His mind was preoccupied with the thought of offering her treasures.

“Look, aren’t they just adorable—”

He turned around—only to find that the two fluffy snow rabbits had already vanished without a trace, leaving behind only his dulled, chipped Brofeng Sword.

“Wait, what? Where’d the bunnies go?”

Jing Yuan looked around in a panic, clearly flustered. He spun in circles, cheeks flushing, and shot a glare at Mo Yu.

It was that damn snake’s fault! Scared his rabbits off and embarrassed him in front of his junior sister!

“Just wait, I’ll go catch them for you right now!”

Without another word, he stepped onto his battered Brofeng Sword and zipped off like a bolt of wind.

Su Ci gently patted Mo Yu to calm him.

“Alright, he’s gone. Be good—let go of your tail now. If you keep squeezing like that, you’ll tear your wound open even more.”

Mo Yu was the little black snake she’d picked up during her entrance examination in the Misty Forest. Probably struck stupid by tribulation lightning, he often did things that were downright ridiculous.

In her past life, it was the female lead who had rescued him. Mo Yu had lurked in Jiangsue Peak to investigate Elder Qingxu’s true intentions—raising the girl as a spiritual furnace to forcibly aid in her ascension.

The mortal and demon realms had long stood in deadly opposition. Qingxu’s plan was to unite the righteous sects and wipe out the demon realm in one strike.

Only an ascended immortal could contend with the Demon Lord.

Back then, during the grand sect competition, Mo Yu had taken Ye Linglong away amidst the chaos—out of gratitude for her kindness, and to preserve both his realm and himself.

They said the Demon Lord Qi Linchen was ruthless, unpredictable, a fearsome overlord who inspired terror throughout the realms. If left unchecked, he would one day plunge the world into chaos.

Who could’ve imagined that, after being struck half-senseless by lightning, the great Demon Lord would end up curled like a mosquito coil in Su Ci’s palm?

His tail wrapped tightly around her pinky—not only refusing to let go, but clinging tighter and tighter, his forked tongue flicking in protest.

Heh. Senior Brother Jing Yuan, huh?

Calling each other so sweetly… were they really taught by the same master?
Damn that hypocrite! That shameless scumbag! Trying to steal her from under his nose!

A few low-grade earth-tier pills, and he dares call that a gift? Think he can outdo me? I’m not some broke cultivator who can’t even support a Dao partner!

Sensing the snake’s tension, Su Ci gently stroked his triangular head with her palm.

“What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

Her courtyard was dense with spiritual energy—excellent for cultivators, but possibly harmful to demons, especially those with a history of bloodshed. That lingering malevolence would naturally clash with pure spiritual energy.

Mo Yu glared up at her, unblinking.

He was fuming!

Was this girl really that clueless—or just pretending?

She asked if he was feeling unwell? Anyone with eyes could see—his beloved had just openly flirted with another man right in front of him!

No wonder he was boiling with rage!

The more he fumed, the more his tongue flicked—until it accidentally brushed against Su Ci’s fingertip.

A delicate floral fragrance, the silky-soft touch of her skin—warmer than the finest satin—seeped through him, igniting a fire deep in his core.

The fury in his belly melted away by half.

Damn it. She was using her beauty to distract him again!

With her Pure Yin spiritual body, Su Ci was naturally irresistible—even to ordinary cultivators. But to someone like him, whose Pure Yang nature matched hers perfectly…

To Mo Yu—or rather, to Qi Linchen—Su Ci was a walking aphrodisiac.

And she kept tempting him. Constantly.

She knew he was injured, that his mind was clouded and vulnerable—and still, she pushed his limits. Did she really think he wouldn’t dare act?

Tonight he would—

…Forget it.

Snakes had two fangs.

He might scare her to death.

Clinging to what little self-control he had left, Mo Yu coiled around the girl’s pale wrist and closed his eyes to rest.

But when he peeked again, he saw her squatting beside him, handkerchief in hand, carefully wiping away the dried blood on the ground.

Black-red stains smeared her snow-white fingertips, tainting her with his scent.

Mo Yu’s heart skipped a beat. He tightened his coils around her wrist and burrowed into her sleeve.

This girl… really knew how to disarm a demon.

Too seductive for her own good.

Demons had no fixed form. A few powerful ones could condense demonic energy into physical bodies—those that resembled snakes, insects, birds, or beasts were considered yokai.

His demon body had been shattered by tribulation lightning, leaving him stuck in this serpentine form, good only for scaring off wild beasts in the woods.

That pool of blood—was part of his demonic essence. No one else was allowed to touch it.

And yet, this girl not only understood that, she’d even used her handkerchief to carefully collect it and tuck it into her storage pouch.

Clearly, she cherished him deeply—even loved him enough to treasure his blood.

Mo Yu made up his mind:
Once he regained his true form, he would repay her a thousandfold.

If she still desired him, he’d gladly become her furnace—even let her drain his essence to aid her cultivation. He’d let her ascend to immortality on his back.

So what if they walked separate paths?

He, Qi Linchen, would defy heaven itself!

But that was for the future. For now, with less than ten percent of his cultivation left, all he could do was open a few tiny backdoors for her.

After cleaning up the mess in the courtyard, Su Ci returned to her room and resumed studying the sect’s regulations—only to find the bookshelf mysteriously filled with rare manuals and ancient texts.

Everything was meticulously categorized.

And in one corner—

《How a Furnace Can Reverse Absorb a Cultivator》
《The Rebellion Notes of a Hehuan Sect Saintess》
《Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation: The Perfect Furnaces for Pure Yin Bodies》
《Secrets of Paired Cultivation》
《365 Days with a Demon Realm Bigshot》

All of them were banned tomes from demonic sects—utterly indecent.

“…?”

Mo Yu peeked out from her sleeve, looking mighty pleased with himself, puffed up with pride.

He had personally scoured every continent for these forbidden techniques during his research into Pure Yang physiques.

Now, he was gifting them to his little girl for free—shouldn’t she be moved to tears?

Those so-called righteous cultivators—every last one of them wanted to exploit her to boost their own cultivation!

Only he was willing to become her furnace. With cultivation to spare, and heart to match. Shouldn’t she fall for him completely, love him forever, and promise him lifetime after lifetime?

That was what made him such a grateful demon!

Eyes glowing, Mo Yu stared at Su Ci.

But she didn’t so much as glance at the manuals. She calmly walked past the stack, sat at her desk, and resumed reading those utterly boring sect rules.

Xuantian Sect had only ever given her mid-tier manuals—barely at the Mystic rank. How could they compare to his Heaven-tier techniques?

Outrageous.

Was he really that lacking in value?

With a flick of his tail, he swept the manuals off the table—then, in the now-empty space, placed a delicate little storage pouch.

So the secret techniques didn’t work?

Fine.

But she liked rare herbs, right?
He’d bet not a single alchemist could resist the heavenly-grade treasures in there!