Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 243

Su Ci looked at the storage pouch that had appeared out of thin air. She didn’t call out the eager little black snake’s intentions, only feigned surprise and delight before sweeping her divine sense through the pouch.

The space inside was astonishingly vast—so large it seemed to stretch endlessly. Rare spiritual herbs and heavenly treasures were stacked like junk on the ground in disarray. Any one of them, if taken outside, would be a treasure cultivators would fight over.

She carefully put the pouch away, then gently stroked Mo Yu with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence. Sensing his joy, she even leaned down to nuzzle his little head with her cheek.

“What a clever little snake.”

She couldn’t use any of these items for now. Cultivation took time. With her current level, refining such precious ingredients would only waste their value. Raising her cultivation realm was the priority.

But haste made waste—without a solid foundation, rushing advancement would only lead to inner demons and karmic backlash. It wasn’t worth the risk.

Mo Yu was completely dazed from all the affection.

She really had no shame!

So easily pleased! Just a little trinket, and now she was petting him, kissing him—who knows how much more she’d spoil and dote on him in the future?

Still, as secretly delighted as he was, Mo Yu couldn’t help but feel deeply worried. What if his delicate little girl got swindled by someone with a few worthless trinkets—like that shameless senior brother, Jing Yuan?

He had to find a way to recover his cultivation quickly and reestablish contact with his subordinates in the Demon Realm. He’d send her even more wonders to broaden her horizons. She mustn’t be tricked by those ill-intentioned cultivators!

And Mo Yu’s concern wasn’t without reason.

Though under Qin Lan’s repeated reminders the disciples of Yuheng Peak had reluctantly restrained themselves and no longer disturbed Su Ci without cause, the same couldn’t be said for cultivators from other peaks.

Take, for example, the four so-called disciples under Master Qingxu.

Jing Yuan rushed back to Jinxue Peak with his broken Wind-Splitter Sword and immediately sought out his fourth junior brother, Yue Xunzhou, for repairs.

That black snake—whatever strange creature it was—had a body impervious to blades and spears. Not only did it wreck his sword, it left him covered in injuries. There was no way he could visit Su Junior Sister like this.

As soon as he stepped into Yue Xunzhou’s smithing cave, the hot air hit him like a furnace, instantly irritating his already foul mood.

Normally someone who wouldn’t touch a forging hammer for months, Yue Xunzhou was now bruised and enthusiastic, completely immersed in his craft.

“Hey, hold off for a bit, Junior Brother. Fix my Wind-Splitter, will you? I need it in a few days.”

Three days from now, the new disciples would be entering the Lingyou Mystic Realm for their first trial. Each of them could obtain a personalized spiritual weapon from the realm. In the past, their Second Senior Brother, Yin Jingze, was the one who led the group.

Jing Yuan had never cared about such things before. But this time was different—Su Junior Sister would definitely be going. How could he pass up such a great chance to “bump into” her?

Yue Xunzhou didn’t even look up. He was fully focused on tempering dragon vein black iron and dismissed him with a vague, “Just leave it there.”

The sword he was currently forging used extremely rare materials—resources he’d only managed to gather after centuries of cultivation. Every step had to be flawless.

Jing Yuan frowned. “Who’s this one for? Another pretty junior sister? These materials are basically your family heirlooms. You’re really just giving them away?”

Yue Xunzhou was a hopeless face-connoisseur.

His Yue family was a wealthy merchant clan in the mortal world, so he never lacked for resources. Forging weapons for pretty junior sisters was a common pastime. But this was the first time he’d used these kinds of materials.

Something clicked. Jing Yuan’s eyes narrowed, and his voice turned sharp: “Don’t tell me… you’re—”

Yue Xunzhou wiped the sweat from his brow. “That’s right. It’s a meeting gift for Su Junior Sister. I was instantly smitten when I met her. I wanted to forge her a token of affection.”

Jing Yuan exploded. “…You backstabber!”

He had met Su Junior Sister first!

Fresh from one brawl, Jing Yuan now got into another with his junior brother. The Wind-Splitter Sword suffered even more damage in the process.

Yue Xunzhou refused to fix it. Truly tragic.

——

Meanwhile, Ye Linglong, who had been blown into a snowdrift by Jing Yuan’s sword aura, finally managed to crawl out after a long struggle. Soaked to the bone like a drowned chicken, she shivered miserably.

Her Third Senior Brother, who in her previous life had always protected her, hadn’t even recognized her—worse, he mistook her for a menial worker.

Ye Linglong’s eyes reddened with grievance.

Still, she didn’t blame him. Third Senior Brother probably just didn’t recognize her yet. Once he realized the truth, he’d definitely come apologize.

She returned to her own courtyard and changed clothes, but her hands and feet still felt icy. She couldn’t focus on cultivation at all.

By her count, the senior brothers should be arriving soon to deliver their welcome gifts. And her master too—he’d always doted on her. All the best treasures from Jinxue Peak were always hers first.

Ye Linglong glanced out the window.

Outside was a world of white. Snow blanketed everything. Not a single figure in sight.

She waited from sunrise until nightfall, skipping meals, listening only to the howling wind.

As darkness deepened, her anxiety grew.

Each of her senior brothers came from a prestigious cultivation clan and were always generous. In her past life—

• • First Senior Brother Xiao Zhuo had gifted her the “Phantom Sound Bracelet,” capable of transmitting voice across vast distances and doubling as a defensive artifact.

• • Second Senior Brother Yin Jingze had given her countless mid-grade talismans. Every time she went on a training trip, she used them to slaughter beasts far above her level.

• • Third Senior Brother Jing Yuan was from the Alchemist Valley; he could get her any pill or herb she wanted, and he only ever spoiled her.

• • Fourth Senior Brother Yue Xunzhou was obsessed with smithing. Magical artifacts that other disciples could only dream of—she got with a word.

So why was this life so different?

Could they be keeping her gifts for themselves?

Without their treasures, was she now expected to fight over scraps with ordinary disciples in that so-called trial realm?

The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. Cold and hungry, she barely slept that night.

At last, the day before the trial, Fourth Senior Brother Yue Xunzhou arrived.

“Fourth Senior Brother, you’re here?” she greeted him joyfully, inviting him in.

Of the four, he was the youngest and always the easiest to talk to. In her past life, he had lavished her with spiritual stones and treasures.

She knew he adored beautiful women, so she made sure to be especially graceful in front of him.

But Yue Xunzhou didn’t even glance her way.

“No need. I came to ask you something, Junior Sister—what’s a good gift to give a female cultivator without seeming presumptuous?”

Ye Linglong’s eyes lit up. Was he trying to learn her preferences in a roundabout way?

“Fourth Senior Brother, you’re elegant and refined. Anything you give wouldn’t be presumptuous at all.”

“…?” Yue Xunzhou stared blankly.

He had only come to ask because he heard Jing Yuan had made a fool of himself at Yuheng Peak. He should’ve known better than to ask her.

Still, family tradition couldn’t be forgotten. Yue Xunzhou pulled out a pouch of high-grade spirit stones.

“Thank you for your advice, Junior Sister. Here, use these for household necessities since you’ve just arrived.”

Ye Linglong took the pouch and gaped.

Just… just this many?

She knew Xuantian Sect was generous. Outer disciples got ten mid-grade spirit stones a month, inner disciples twenty, personal disciples five high-grade stones.

What Yue Xunzhou gave her now totaled over a hundred high-grade stones.

Yet compared to what he gave her in their past life, this wasn’t even a fraction of a fraction.

Still… maybe he just needed time to prepare something more valuable?

Either way, the spirit stones did lift her mood. She began preparing for the upcoming trial.

What she didn’t know was that Yue Xunzhou, with his precious gift in hand, had already turned and headed straight for Yuheng Peak.

——

Mo Yu had come to the conclusion that everyone in Xuantian Sect was insane.

In just a few days, everyone from menial workers to peak-level cultivators—yes, even the supposedly “ancient and wise” true masters—had shown up trying to curry favor with his girl.

And they kept dumping their so-called gifts into her courtyard.

Yet another swordsmith had just been sent away.

Swords, swords, swords. If you’re not cultivating swords, you’re cultivating shamelessness. And these so-called righteous cultivators still dared to show their faces?

Didn’t they know this female cultivator was his?

Furious, Mo Yu waited until Yue Xunzhou left, then slithered into the pile of so-called treasures. With a flick of his tail, he smashed them all to bits.

Of course, to avoid making Su Ci upset, he always made sure to stage his sabotage carefully—earning a small injury in the process. That way, her attention would be completely focused on tending to his wounds.

And to hide his injuries, she would always wrap him gently in a soft, fragrant handkerchief.

While Su Ci was off refining pills, Mo Yu, wrapped in his latest handkerchief, slithered into his makeshift hideout. There, he carefully laid the handkerchief on his stone bed.

He had recently been reading many mortal romance novels.

According to them, a handkerchief was an intimate token from a lady. Giving one to a man meant she had accepted him in her heart, hinting at a marriage bond.

One, two, three… nine. Nine handkerchiefs!

He never would’ve guessed that his cool, aloof little cultivator girl could be so smitten.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry her. It was just… his injuries were still too serious. He needed a bit more time.

She must be suffering in silence, counting every day as a year. Poor thing.

Mo Yu’s heart ached. He carefully stashed away the handkerchiefs, then quickly slithered back to the pill refining room and wound himself around Su Ci’s neck.

Definitely not because she smelled good and felt soft.

He just couldn’t bear to see his wife upset.