Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 246

Su Ci quickly evaluated their relative strengths.

Senior Sister Qin Lan barely counted as Nascent Soul stage. Among Immortal Qingxu’s four disciples, three were Nascent Soul, one was Golden Core. For now, they seemed upright.

Immortal Qingxu himself was a renowned figure—late-stage Tribulation, just a step away from ascension. With Ye Lingtang as his furnace vessel, it was only a matter of time before he transcended.

As for her own master, Immortal Xuanxiao, he was usually busy managing the sect. His cultivation was a notch below Qingxu’s, and now he was away discussing the Immortal Sect Tournament to be held in three months—practically a non-factor.

She was also carrying an injured Mo Yu. On Xuantian Sect’s territory, this was no time to start a fight.

“Very well. I’ll hand the Glazed Cauldron over to Uncle-Master.”

Immortal Qingxu was momentarily stunned.

A Heaven-grade artifact was immensely valuable. He’d expected her to resist with all she had. Yet she agreed so easily, her graceful and poised demeanor revealing not a trace of fear—if anything, she seemed nobly indifferent. It was… deeply stirring.

Especially when she addressed him as “Uncle-Master.”

It felt like a feather brushing across his heart.

In a thousand years, no one had ever made him feel this way.

He had been born for cultivation—wholly devoted to eradicating the demonic race. For that goal, he was willing to sacrifice anything. And yet, at that moment, he realized something startling: even without the pursuit of ascension, he might still be willing… to form a cultivation bond with her.

The ridiculous thought vanished almost instantly.

Qingxu understood well that she felt wronged.

But he had read the heavens and knew that Qi Linchen—that demonic fiend—had forcibly crossed tribulation and now far surpassed him in strength.

The Glazed Cauldron was vital. No matter the cost, he had to obtain it.

His disciple’s lie had simply provided the perfect excuse.

Su Ci took out the cauldron but didn’t release the contract immediately. Instead, she looked down at Ye Lingtang, still kneeling on the ground.

“I’m willing to hand over the Glazed Cauldron because I respect Uncle-Master Qingxu.”
“This artifact was rightfully obtained through my own power. She failed to take it and is now distorting the truth before you—crying thief to cover her own theft. I also ask Uncle-Master to uphold justice.”

Absolute beauty was a weapon—and a lethal one at that.

Su Ci normally disdained using such means. But that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to use them.

If she truly didn’t want to give up the Glazed Cauldron, she could’ve tamed even the cold and aloof Qingxu like a dog.

But she simply didn’t care for unwanted suitors.

The girl stood proud and unflinching, her expression cool, her tone lofty and unshakably arrogant.

Yet Qingxu was already swayed, reading a trace of grievance on that otherwise serene face.

With a flick of his hand, he summoned his longsword. Two gusts of sword wind lashed out, and Ye Lingtang let out a blood-curdling scream as crimson splattered the ground.

“Uncle-Master sees clearly.”

Su Ci unbound the blood contract, tossed the Glazed Cauldron to him, and turned to leave—without sparing Qingxu a second glance.

“Wait.”

Qingxu called her back.

He retrieved two pill cauldrons from his storage pouch.

“These two—Cloudsmoke Furnace and Destiny Disc—while not as powerful as the Glazed Cauldron, are still Heaven-grade artifacts. I won’t take your treasure for nothing. Consider it a fair exchange.”

Ye Lingtang was still writhing on the ground from the sword wind’s slash.

When she saw her master casually give away two Heaven-grade artifacts, she was so infuriated her vision went black—and she fainted on the spot.

Su Ci had lost a half-step divine artifact. There was no reason not to accept the compensation. She took the cauldrons, collected Mo Yu, and left without looking back.

Qin Lan, who had always doted on her youngest junior sister, was filled with regret on the way back. She sighed heavily—her junior hadn’t been able to contract with any artifact.

She personally escorted Su Ci back to her quarters, encouraging her to rest and promising to have their master gift her something nice when he returned.

Su Ci didn’t show much emotion.

After all, she was going to become a demon in the future. Her time in Xuantian Sect was just for the experience. Losing one Heaven-grade artifact? No big deal.

She’d get her revenge on Qingxu—but not just yet.

Back at the small courtyard, Mo Yu was clearly in a foul mood.

He tugged her toward the writing desk, wrapped his tail around a brush, and scrawled out several crooked characters—

【Honey Trap.】

Despicable! That woman dared use a beauty trap?!

There were countless ways to deal with that shameless female cultivator once Qingxu left. Why lower herself to grovel and call him Uncle-Master?

Four times! She called him Uncle-Master four times! That mangy old dog must’ve loved it!

She’d never even called him that sweetly!

No more calling him “Mo Yu”! When in Rome, call him Linchen, Husband, Darling—anything but that!

Su Ci couldn’t help but laugh.

“Little snake, you know about beauty traps?”

Mo Yu turned away sulkily, wriggling his body to avoid her touch—but caught a glimpse of a faint mark in the corner of the bookshelf.

It was from one of his subordinates in the Demon Realm.

He slithered into the crack between books and emerged with a heavy storage pouch in his mouth. With his head held high, he tossed it into Su Ci’s lap.

So what if he was mad? His woman—Qi Linchen’s woman—how could she be humiliated like that? He wouldn’t allow it!

Sure, Qingxu had given two Heaven-grade artifacts—but they were only first-tier. They were nothing compared to the ninth-tier Glazed Cauldron.

Su Ci sighed inwardly. This wasn’t even the first time—Mo Yu had given her at least ten such storage pouches in the past few days.

Here we go again.

Had he never heard of the saying: “A man’s wealth is his own ruin by attracting envy”?

He was practically moving the entire Demon Realm’s treasury over. With her limited cultivation, she couldn’t even use most of it. She had no choice but to stash it all away, in case someone with ill intent came sniffing around…

Still, seeing the little snake all puffed up and sulking, she opened the storage pouch to take a peek—

And was nearly blinded by the glow.

All sorts of treasures were neatly arranged on racks. The spiritual energy and halos they gave off… some even outshone the Glazed Cauldron.

Mo Yu wrote another line to explain:

【Burning Heaven Cauldron—Heaven-grade, tier nine. Good for pills or refining people. I think Qingxu would fit in nicely.】
【Firmament Tower—Divine Artifact. Got it after beating up a Celestial Lord.】
【Dragon Chant Zither—Divine Artifact. Made from the spine of Mount Bell’s Candle Dragon. I can’t play, but you can mess with it.】
【…】
【All of these are for you. So don’t be upset.】

Su Ci felt her heart soften.

“Who said I was upset? Wasn’t it your idea for me to go gain experience with Senior Sister? If you had all this stuff, why let me fight over the Glazed Cauldron?”

Mo Yu lifted his head and hissed.

【It’s pretty. It suits you.】

He had plenty of pill furnaces—ugly, dull, and pitch black. None could compare to the crystal-clear shimmer of the Glazed Cauldron. What girl didn’t love sparkly things?

Su Ci paused, then chuckled. She picked up the little black snake from the table and couldn’t help planting a kiss on his shadowy head.

“Good Mo Yu. Come, let me hold you.”

He had zero resistance to her kisses. Even though he was still pretending to be angry, his tail stubbornly coiled around the brush and scribbled—

【So are you happy now?】

“Of course I’m happy. Mo Yu is a gift.”

Even if she were given all the divine artifacts in the world, none would compare to this sweet, caring little treasure she’d picked up.

Mo Yu wriggled in her arms, half resisting, half surrendering—

【You’re happy, but I’m not!】
【Now make it up to me!】

Hmph. Beauty trap.
He’d remember this forever.

Su Ci couldn’t help laughing again. Looking into his obsidian-like eyes, a strange flutter stirred within her. She closed her eyes… and kissed him again—this time, not on the head.

Mo Yu panicked.

Hey! That’s not how you make it up to someone!

She’s doing it again—trying to seduce him!

In his sight, her fluttering lashes quivered like butterfly wings. Her soft red lips drew closer and closer—

Until they pressed against his cold scales.

His mind blanked in an instant.

A surge of uncontrollable demonic energy burst forth. In the blink of an eye, the thumb-sized black snake expanded a hundredfold, its sleek, scaled body massive and powerful—stronger and smoother than any maiden’s waist.

Mo Yu wrapped around her like a beast closing in on its prey. His pitch-black pupils gleamed with crazed hunger and primal longing.

His sweeping tail left the room in chaos.

Ruthless biting and tearing reduced silks and brocades to scraps. Pristine whites stained with dust.

He refused to let go.

Feeling her warmth, her softness.

Claiming her, inch by inch—soul and body alike.

Maybe… this kind of apology wasn’t so bad after all.