Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 247

Ye Lingtang had been gravely injured during her trial in the mystic realm.

The one who hurt her wasn’t an enemy. It was the very person she admired most—her revered master.

Immortal Qingxu, on the verge of ascension, had disciplined her using only ten percent of his strength. Yet even that had left her half-dead, clinging to life by a thread.

But as someone born with a rare pure-yin physique, she still held considerable value. So despite her disgraceful behavior, Qingxu hadn’t taken her life. After bringing her back to Jiangxue Peak, he treated her injuries with the finest elixirs and spiritual remedies.

Half a month passed. Her body had mostly healed, but the pain and humiliation lingered deep in her bones.

In a half-dreaming, half-waking state, Ye Lingtang vaguely saw a refined figure standing in the distance, a hint of anger between his brows, his gaze distant and cold.

“…Senior Brother…”

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Since she’d been injured, not a single fellow disciple had come to visit. Was Senior Brother finally remembering that she was their beloved little junior?

But Xiao Zhuo didn’t even glance at her. His voice was cold and hard:

“Your intentions were malicious. First, you tried to steal someone else’s artifact, then you slandered your fellow disciple. I’m here on orders from the Sect Master to escort you to the Discipline Hall for punishment.”

He was no longer a disciple under Immortal Qingxu.

What their master had done that day had left him utterly disillusioned.

He had never imagined that the man he’d admired since childhood—his guiding beacon—would turn out to be a selfish, hypocritical schemer.

For the sake of reputation, he’d forced his disciples into dual cultivation with a furnace vessel… coerced Su-shimei to change masters without cause… and seized the artifact she had rightfully bonded with…

Qingxu had even used the Glazed Cauldron as bait to lure Su-shimei into becoming his disciple.

Clearly, he had his eyes on her pure-yin body—perfect for extracting yin essence to aid his tribulation and eventual ascension.

The moment Xiao Zhuo returned from that scene, he’d rushed to confront Qingxu at his main hall.

To his shock, the old man admitted it all without flinching—and even spoke with self-righteous conviction, claiming that “slaying demons is a righteous duty; sacrifices must be made.”

He even assured Xiao Zhuo that he wouldn’t over-harvest Su-shimei, and that he’d “form a cultivation bond with her afterward to help her improve.”

Bullshit. Every word of it.

He spoke as if he were doing her a favor, when he hadn’t even asked for her consent!

Immortal Qingxu wasn’t just Xuantian Sect’s top fighter—he was also its most despicable man.

Xiao Zhuo would never acknowledge such a person as his master again.

If demons must be slain, he would cultivate with blood, sweat, and tears. He would never sacrifice an innocent girl like Su-shimei for shortcuts and glory.

Ye Lingtang had only just recovered when she heard Xiao Zhuo’s words. Her heart sank colder than the snowy peaks outside.

“Senior Brother, what… what did you say?”

Su Ci had clearly stolen what should have been hers. Her master had already punished her harshly—nearly to death. And now she was being marched to the Discipline Hall to be flogged in public by her fellow disciples?

What had she done to deserve this?

Xiao Zhuo shook his head. “I now study under Immortal Xuanxiao. I’m no longer your Senior Brother. There’s no need to address me as such.”

Though this junior’s conduct had disappointed him, he still felt a sliver of pity and offered a final word of advice.

“Immortal Qingxu is no true teacher. You’d do well to make new plans and seek another master.”

“Immortal Lan He of Baicao Peak has a gentle disposition. She recently broke through as a Heaven-grade alchemist and leads a sect of female cultivators. I’m sure she’d take you in.”

On her way to the Discipline Hall, Ye Lingtang kept turning his words over in her mind. How could a mere alchemist like Lan He be compared to her master?

So what if she was a Heaven-grade pill master?

Her master was on the cusp of ascension.

Yes, he had hurt her—but only to reclaim the Glazed Cauldron. It was a necessary evil.

After returning, he had fed her rare elixirs and personally taught her cultivation methods and incantations. Her cultivation had progressed rapidly since.

He was still as gentle and indulgent as he’d been in her past life.

Yet all her senior brothers had changed. One by one, they’d turned their backs on her—all siding with Su Ci of Yuheng Peak!

Under the strikes of the Discipline Hall’s elder and his heavy staff, Ye Lingtang finally began to piece everything together—

Su Ci… she had been sent by the Heavens to take her place.

To take her place in being captured by Qi Linchen and suffering torment!

But when she signed that agreement, she hadn’t noticed the fine print. She hadn’t realized that while Su Ci was meant to suffer in her stead, she would also take her role as the beloved darling of the sect!

Had she known, she never would’ve signed!

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t help but laugh.

So that was it… that was the truth!

Everything that’s happening now is temporary.

The admiration of the senior brothers, the affection of the masses, even the favor of their master—all of it would return to her once Su Ci was captured by Qi Linchen.

Compared to being dragged into the barren, godforsaken Demon Realm, this humiliation was nothing.

Once the Immortal Sect Tournament ended, things would return to their rightful path.

She would still be the Xuantian Sect’s beloved little junior—the darling of all.

The disciple tasked with carrying out the punishment stared blankly at her.

Why is she… giggling like that?
She’s acting seriously weird.

Su Ci and Mo Yu had been holed up together for several days now.

Shameless.

The serpent, now fully revealing his true colors, had grown clingy and possessive—coiling around Su Ci every chance he got.

He’d occasionally flick his tongue to lick her, as if treating her soft, delicate body like his personal chew toy.

Too tender to bite. Too precious to swallow.

All he could do was smother her in close contact to ease his cravings.

How could a girl be so soft and warm? On the outside she looked slim and graceful, but holding her felt like cradling molten clouds. Her touch was completely opposite his cold, scaled exterior—utterly addictive.

If only he weren’t so injured.

All he could do now was nuzzle, kiss, and occasionally cross a line. Any further, and his unstable body would accidentally absorb her essence into dried jerky.

Why, why had he used the last of his demonic energy to transform into a snake?

Couldn’t he have picked something more… normal?

Mo Yu was full of regret. If he had intestines, they’d be tied in knots.

He still hadn’t forgotten Su Ci’s expression when she saw the body hidden beneath his scales—shock, horror, utter disbelief, and deep, deep distaste.

She had still caressed him gently.

But Mo Yu was convinced she was forcing herself.

She definitely didn’t want to be physically close with him anymore. She was just too scared to resist his demonic dominance, too afraid to deny him the use of her hands and feet…

From that day on, he hated the number three. And two.
Why did snakes have to be associated with two?

Whywhywhy!

Su Ci had just finished refining a batch of pills when Mo Yu pinned her to the floor of the pill room. His agile tail nudged open her sash, her snow-colored skirt fluttering like scattered petals.

Even the finest shark silk couldn’t compare to her smooth, luminous skin. The embroidered red plum blossoms were outshone by the ones blooming naturally on her.

“Hsssss—”

Snakes, after all, had long, flexible tongues.

And he was very, very good with it.

Heat flushed across the girl’s cheeks like ripened crimson. A sheen of sweat bloomed on her soft skin, only heightening her allure in Mo Yu’s ravenous eyes.

She knew full well he couldn’t touch her right now. And yet she still flirted, teased, seduced—gazing at him with smoky, sultry eyes, rewarding him with reactions that made him burn with desire.

Exquisite. Painfully beautiful.

He wanted to ruin her.

Their contrasting physiques were like magnets—meant to attract, meant to devour.

Su Ci’s limbs felt like jelly. Her fingers trembled. Even her toes curled uncontrollably.

“…Mo Yu, I can’t take it.”

“Hsss—”

Bear it. He couldn’t either.

He couldn’t hurt her.
He couldn’t treat her like a furnace vessel.
He couldn’t let his demonic energy crash into her.

Su Ci understood. There were limits he couldn’t cross.

Especially now, considering the size difference between them—it was terrifying.

But he had… other assets.

Like the tip of his tail—cool, smooth, solid as ice.

Holding it was like hugging a frozen shard of comfort. It helped soothe the heat that had been stirred inside her.

Driven by some devilish impulse, Su Ci leaned down… and bit it.

“…I want this.”

She even gestured with her hands to measure its size and shape, her expression more determined than a bandit claiming loot.

“Mo Yu, I want this.”