Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 245

Although she had failed to defeat the guardian beast and claim the immortal artifact in her past life due to lack of strength, the artifact had remained in the secret realm. No one else had been able to take it either.

She saw it first—so it belonged to her.

Her master had once promised: if she emerged as the top new disciple during the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, he would personally retrieve the Glazed Cauldron and gift it to her. Sooner or later, it would be hers.

But then… she was captured by the Demon Lord Qi Linchen!

This life, she swore she would focus on her cultivation and never repeat her past mistakes.

Yet the very first step had already been stolen by someone else.

The Glazed Cauldron glowed with an auspicious radiance. Seeing the other person about to drip blood and form a contract with it, Ye Lingtang couldn’t hold back. She rushed forward and shouted,

“Stop right there!”

Atop the lotus platform, the white-robed female cultivator turned her head, revealing a face so breathtaking it seemed to dim the heavens and the earth.

Ye Lingtang froze as if struck by lightning.

How could it be Su Ci?

If it were some nobody disciple, she could’ve simply coerced or snatched it away. But Su Ci was the personal disciple of Master Xuanxiao—her status was even slightly higher than Ye Lingtang’s.

Was she really going to give up the Glazed Cauldron just like that?

Would she be forced to use an ordinary copper furnace to refine pills instead? The difference in pill quality between a Heaven-grade artifact and a common one was as vast as heaven and earth.

As the female lead with memories of her past life, it wasn’t surprising she found her way to Su Ci. But there was no way she’d just hand over the Glazed Cauldron.

“What do you want?”

Ye Lingtang gritted her teeth. Seeing Su Ci’s serene expression after stealing what was rightfully hers only fueled her fury.

“Give me back the Glazed Cauldron.”

Perhaps her voice was too loud, for the two guardian beasts that had just moments ago been docile before Su Ci suddenly bared their fangs and growled menacingly at Ye Lingtang.

From inside Su Ci’s sleeve, Mo Yu darted out. Using his tail like a whip, he gave each beast a sharp smack.

Then, quick as lightning, he climbed up Su Ci’s finger, sank his fangs into the skin, and let a single drop of her blood drip onto the Glazed Cauldron—sealing the contract.

In that instant, the lotus platform flared with brilliant light.

“No—!”

Ye Lingtang shrieked and lunged forward, desperate to interrupt the binding process.

But before she could even touch the contract light—

She slammed directly into a barrier.

Then came a barrage of force: sonic waves, sword energy, and even a Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

“Pffft—”

Ye Lingtang coughed up blood and struggled to her feet—only to see the very people blocking her path were none other than her four senior brothers, who had supposedly just been “wandering around.”

“S-Senior Brothers… you…”

She looked at them in disbelief. Though the power of the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda hadn’t seriously injured her, it pressed down so hard on her that she could barely stand upright. Her bones felt like they were breaking.

In her past life, her senior brothers had treated her like a precious gem—how could they now strike her so ruthlessly?

But the four of them weren’t even looking at her.

They had all made flimsy excuses to patrol the area but ended up arriving at Su Ci’s location at the same time. Their obvious intentions were clear to all.

Even the aloof Xiao Zhuo couldn’t quite keep his composure. He gave a slight cough to hide his awkwardness, then nervously turned his gaze toward the girl standing at the center of the lotus platform.

He couldn’t believe his own junior sister would stoop so low as to try stealing someone else’s artifact in public. He worried Su Ci would think poorly of his leadership, assume Jiangxue Peak harbored unscrupulous disciples, and refuse any further association.

The other three shared the same thoughts, but since Su Ci was still mid-contract, they couldn’t speak up. Instead, they all glared at Ye Lingtang, eyes silently rebuking her while they turned adoring gazes back toward Su Ci.

They didn’t know what grade the artifact was, but judging from the brilliance of the contract’s glow, it clearly wasn’t anything below Earth-grade. And Su Ci—barely sixteen—was already forging a contract with it? Her talent was astounding. A once-in-a-generation cultivator.

In their hearts, they heaped praise upon Su Ci over and over. The more they praised, the more their bias grew. How had they ended up with someone like Ye Lingtang, embarrassing them in front of everyone?

Su Ci, for her part, was oblivious to the scene outside.

After Mo Yu bit her fingertip, the minor pain faded quickly. In her spiritual sea, a small Glazed Cauldron imprint appeared, marking the bond. From now on, the artifact was hers to summon—no one else could use it.

The contract complete, the little snake still clung to her finger, flicking his scarlet tongue over the wound with a dazed, intoxicated look, utterly unwilling to let go.

The bite had been no worse than a needle prick, and his licking even had a healing effect. A few more seconds and the wound would likely vanish entirely.

Not one to flaunt her possessions, Su Ci stowed the Glazed Cauldron away and tucked the dazed little snake back into her sleeve. Then she left behind a bottle of fetal-calming pills for the two guardian beasts—one of them, a female, was pregnant and her fetus unstable.

As she stepped off the lotus platform, the Jiangxue Peak group swarmed her at once, all talking over each other—

“Su Junior Sister, today’s incident was due to my lack of discipline. I hope we didn’t disturb your bonding process…”

“As long as you’re alright. Blood contracts are extremely delicate—they mustn’t be interrupted. Why didn’t you use the barrier talisman I gave you?”

“Junior Sister, you’re amazing! From now on, let me commission all my pills from you. I’ll pay triple the market price, how about it?”

“Heh, congratulations, Su Junior Sister! I’ve been working on a new medicine cauldron and pestle for you these past two days. Please don’t mind if the grade is a bit low…”

Inside the sleeve, Mo Yu was fuming.

So much sucking up—they must be plotting something!
One day, I’ll kill every last one of them!

Meanwhile, Ye Lingtang was still pinned under the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

She could only watch as her senior brothers fawned over another girl. The grievances she’d bottled up for days finally burst. Her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down like rain.

Su Ci politely declined the group’s flattery and was about to take Mo Yu and exit the secret realm—

When a swirl of clouds rolled in from the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, Immortal Qingxu appeared before them.

A peak Nascent Soul cultivator, on the cusp of ascension, he waved his sleeve and instantly dissolved the force pressing down on Ye Lingtang.

“Master!”

His gaze, cold as ice, swept across everyone. His voice held a faint edge of fury.

“What happened here? Xiao Zhuo—explain.”

Xiao Zhuo frowned and bluntly recounted how Ye Lingtang had tried to seize someone else’s artifact. The other three backed him up.

Kneeling on the ground, Ye Lingtang bowed in greeting.

“That’s not how it happened! Master, I was the one who discovered the Glazed Cauldron first!”
“My senior brothers are biased. They forced me to give up my destined artifact. Please, Master, uphold justice for me!”

At her words, all four senior brothers turned toward her in disbelief. Ye Lingtang bit her lip, her eyes filled with struggle—and then a flash of cruel calculation.

Between her senior brothers and her master, she knew which held more power. If they wouldn’t support her, then she’d carve her own path to greatness.

From inside Su Ci’s sleeve, Mo Yu muttered darkly.

Not good. This damn old man—putting on a saintly face in public while doing filth behind the scenes.
If I weren’t still recovering, would I let him throw his weight around here?

As expected, Immortal Qingxu said nothing in reply. Instead, his expression softened into a coaxing smile as he looked at Su Ci.

“Since I’m here, I won’t allow any of my disciples to suffer injustice.”
“You have two choices. One: repent and join my sect—then the Glazed Cauldron remains yours. Two: terminate the contract and hand it over.”

This Glazed Cauldron was an ancient immortal’s relic—Heaven-grade, tier-nine, and bordering on divine. It would be a tremendous help to him in his tribulation and ascension.

He’d had his eye on it for over a thousand years, only for it to fall into the hands of an unestablished little girl who hadn’t even built her foundation.

If she agreed to help him become an immortal and rid the realm of demonic scum, all could be forgiven.

Since she had a Pure Yin Constitution, he naturally preferred a more pleasing candidate for dual cultivation.

Mo Yu’s scales bristled in rage. He nearly exploded from her sleeve.

You’re not even pretending anymore, huh?
Trying to make my little girl your furnace? Disgusting.
Did you even ask for my permission?!
How dare you humiliate someone under Qi Linchen’s name!

Just wait. Once I’ve regained half my power—no, even just half—I’ll raze this dogshit Xuantian Sect and turn Qingxu into a soccer ball.