Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 250

Day after day passed.

And yet, Ye Lingtang’s cultivation never recovered.

Still, the long-anticipated Immortal Sect Tournament arrived as scheduled.

She couldn’t eat from the anxiety, yet deep down she still clung to one hope—surely Qi Linchen would take Su Ci away during the tournament… right? He had to!

Then she’d go back to being the sect’s precious darling.

Dual cultivation, after all, benefitted both sides. It was an effective shortcut for increasing one’s strength.

But unfortunately, Ye Lingtang was a pure yin spirit—born a natural furnace. In any dual cultivation, she could only be drained, never empowered.

The damage to a furnace’s cultivation, luck, and lifespan wasn’t obvious at first. But over time, it would accumulate until even the balance of body and spirit began to decay.

Immortal Qingxu, having cultivated for thousands of years and seen nearly everything, clearly knew of secret techniques that could avoid harming a furnace.

He simply didn’t care enough to use them.

At first, he may have felt a touch of guilt for treating his disciple like a tool—but over time, his attitude twisted into something darker.

He began to feel disgusted by her—by what she represented.

Every time he lay with Ye Lingtang, he was overcome with loathing. If it weren’t for the sake of the world, there was no way he would’ve degraded himself like this…

As for Ye Lingtang’s “sacrifice”—to him, it was completely justified.

Her cultivation had risen because of him. Her techniques came from his teachings. Giving everything back to her master was only fair.

—

On the stage, two disciples clashed fiercely. Blade and sword flashed in rapid exchanges, their sharp edges slicing the air with piercing shrieks.

It was a duel between Jingyuan and a senior disciple of the Sword Sect.

High on the platform, Immortal Qingxu sat with an impassive face, though his gaze drifted toward a particular corner below the arena—to a young girl tending to her sword.

Clad in vivid red, Su Ci stood tall, her expression proud and distant. Her every move radiated grace.

Even her simplest sword flourishes held elegance beyond compare.

She was still as clean and pure as the first day he’d met her.

And he—he had become filth.

Not even a thousand cleansing spells a day could wash it off.

Behind him, Ye Lingtang followed his gaze. She immediately noticed Su Ci, surrounded by admirers, preparing to step into the arena.

She quickly took a step forward, blocking his line of sight with a bright, radiant smile.

“Master, I’m about to compete. If I win the championship, will you reward me?”

Unfortunately, her flattery struck completely the wrong chord.

Qingxu hated showing any closeness to her in public.

Ye Lingtang’s very existence constantly reminded him that his cultivation was not fully his own.

He had been forced to give up the woman he desired and instead lie with her—this girl who now made his stomach turn.

“Leave.”

With a cold snap in his voice, Ye Lingtang was yanked off the platform by an invisible force.

She tried again to approach him, but slammed into a transparent barrier, flinging her backward over a hundred meters.

—

Below the arena, Su Ci gently brushed her sword tassel.

Thanks to her careful care, Mo Yu had recovered most of his power. He could now shift his form freely and even accompany her in public without high-level cultivators detecting his demonic aura.

He could’ve taken her away quietly at any time. Why, then, had he waited for the chaos of the Immortal Sect Tournament?

Whatever he was planning, Su Ci had already mentally prepared herself to go with him.

A strand of silk wrapped around her fingertip.

Mo Yu, disguised as the tassel on her sword, could only resort to these small, sneaky gestures to express his displeasure under the scrutiny of so many eyes.

He regretted ever letting her participate.

Before, only Xuantian Sect eyed her like prey. But now, Sword Sect, Medicine King Valley, and Tianji Pavilion had all come swarming over to court her.

The worst were Hehuan Sect and Brahma Temple—the former full of women begging her to be their Saintess, the latter filled with monks eager to break their vows for her.

Shameless! She’s the Demon Queen, damn it!

But it was too late for regrets.

He’d thought the little girl worked so hard at her cultivation—she must’ve wanted to prove herself. So he’d held back, planning to let her win the tournament first before taking her away.

Now, though? He was furious. He couldn’t wait a second longer!

Especially that dog Qingxu—already defiling his own disciple in secret, yet still staring at Mo Yu’s woman?

He really wanted to gouge out that bastard’s eyes.

Mo Yu had clawed his way up from the blood-soaked depths of the demon world. He had never claimed to be a good man.

And when he decided on something, he made sure it got done.

—

When the nearby demon clans received his summons, they were utterly shocked.

The coordinates their Demon Lord had marked… were right inside Xuantian Sect headquarters?

Only someone like him could infiltrate enemy lines so casually.

The demon clans were naturally wild and free-spirited. Though the ones summoned were scattered forces, they had no shortage of fighting spirit. If this mission went well, they might even be rewarded, maybe even promoted to a Guardian position.

And the mission? It was incredibly satisfying—

Beat the living hell out of that dog Qingxu. Heavily rewarded.

That Qingxu? The high-and-mighty hypocrite constantly screeching about eradicating demons while secretly engaging in vile deeds behind the scenes?

Count us in!

Just as they were getting pumped up and ready, another message from their Demon Lord came through—this one detailed and oddly specific:

[Do not harm Qin Lan, Liu Shu, Zhu Mengke… Qingxu’s disciples. They’re exempt from death but should still be taught a lesson.]

The demon soldiers: “…”

Wait—since when did the Demon Lord even know the names of those minor nobodies? And they were all pristine, righteous little immortal maidens…

Don’t tell me the Demon Lord was out there racking up romantic debts?

But Mo Yu had no idea what kind of misunderstanding he’d caused.

He simply remembered those girls because they’d treated his little girl kindly.

He didn’t want her to feel guilty or sad if his subordinates accidentally hurt them.

—

The arena roared with excitement. No one sensed that a storm was brewing overhead.

To ensure fairness, the tournament arranged for disciples of similar rank to duel each other—no overpowering senior bullying juniors.

On the stage, Su Ci stood in crimson robes like a flame. Her blade pointed steadily at her fallen opponent.

Ye Lingtang crashed to the ground and coughed up a mouthful of dark, clotted blood.

Su Ci frowned slightly.

According to the original timeline, Ye Lingtang’s body should still be in good shape. Qingxu had only dual cultivated with her once, and after Qi Linchen discovered it, she was taken away immediately.

But now? Her foundation was severely damaged. At this rate, she might not even live another three to five years.

The tournament rules only permitted non-lethal blows. Su Ci called over the enforcement disciples.

“Please help her off the stage to rest.”

Yes, this was the girl’s own choice.

But Qingxu had erased her memories of dual cultivation. In essence, she was a victim of deceit.

A hypocrite like him—if he could harm Ye Lingtang today, tomorrow it might be Zhang Lingtang, or Sun Lingtang…

Su Ci slid her sword back into its sheath and glanced up toward Qingxu on the viewing platform—as if looking at a corpse.

Ye Lingtang couldn’t believe she’d lost.

She had the cultivation of a Golden Core stage! How had she been defeated by Su Ci, who was merely at the late Foundation stage?

As the enforcement disciple helped her up, she saw Su Ci looking toward her master—and all her bottled rage burst at once.

At that moment, she heard a whisper of voice transmitted directly into her mind.

[Stay away from Qingxu. He’s using you as a furnace.]

It was Su Ci’s voice.

Impossible! Only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above could send voice transmissions like that!

And yet, Su Ci calmly looked away—then her voice echoed once more:

[That’s all I’ll say.]

What stunned Ye Lingtang the most wasn’t that Su Ci had done it—

But that Su Ci was now slandering her master too—just like Qi Linchen had.

She understood why Qi Linchen hated her master… but Su Ci? What did she want?

Could it be… Su Ci was trying to replace her completely?

Winning over her senior brothers wasn’t enough—now she wanted to steal the only man who still cared for her?

Absolutely not!

Ye Lingtang’s eyes filled with hatred. Suddenly, she pulled a bottle of powder from her sleeve and flung it into the air.

But before the powder could scatter—agony burst across her back.

“You wretch. Stop!”

She turned her head with great difficulty, only to see a cold, snow-white figure standing before her.

It was her revered master—Immortal Qingxu—who had broken her shoulder blade to shield Su Ci.

Su Ci’s gaze dropped for a brief second when she realized who had stepped in front of her.

Without a sound, she lowered her defensive barrier and swapped to the heavenly-grade weapon Mo Yu had given her. Her grip on the sword tightened.