Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 251

Ye Lingtang had made a mistake—Su Ci wasn’t in the late Foundation stage. She was already at the mid Nascent Soul level.

As for the secret voice transmission? It wasn’t her own cultivation—she’d used a magical item. Mo Yu had stuffed her storage pouch with all kinds of rare, bizarre trinkets. The voice-transmitting conch was the least conspicuous among them.

With an endless supply of heavenly treasures and the personal instruction of a powerful Demon Lord, her rapid advancement to Nascent Soul was hardly surprising.

Just like Immortal Qingxu could mask Ye Lingtang’s depleted condition and make her appear no different from a Golden Core cultivator, Su Ci naturally had ways to conceal her true strength from outside detection.

Of course, the only risk was that her spiritual energy still carried traces of Mo Yu’s demonic aura. If exposed in public, it could cause quite a stir.

A five-realm gap separated Nascent Soul from the peak Tribulation stage. Su Ci wasn’t naïve enough to think she could land a fatal blow, much less kill Qingxu.

But if the Demon Lord joined in… even if Qingxu didn’t die, he’d be seriously injured.

【Mo Yu? Mo Yu? …Mo Yu?!】

She called out several times in her sea of consciousness.

The little snake who usually clung to her day and night was, for the first time, completely unresponsive.

She couldn’t sense his presence at all.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

—

Below the stage, disciples from every sect burst into commotion.

To promote well-rounded development, the arena didn’t restrict the forms of combat.

Talisman cultivators could use talismans, music cultivators could play instruments, and pill cultivators could release powders or poisons—as long as they didn’t take lives.

So when Ye Lingtang, after losing the duel, suddenly launched a sneak attack, the crowd was surprised but didn’t overreact.

Compared to the sinister tricks used by monsters outside the sect, a bit of drug powder was nothing.

Besides, Lan He—a top-tier alchemy master from Xuantian Sect—was sitting right there. No matter how lethal the toxin, a single Spring Reversal Pill would render it harmless.

What no one expected… was for Immortal Qingxu himself to charge in.

And without a word, injure his own disciple.

Everyone had witnessed the match. Attacking during the duel was fine, but continuing after it ended? That was shameful behavior.

Whispers spread through the crowd as people praised Immortal Qingxu’s righteousness and integrity, calling him the very embodiment of justice within the Immortal Sects.

But the next second—

“Pfft—”

A long sword pierced through Immortal Qingxu’s abdomen. Blood dripped down the blade’s gleaming edge.

His snowy-white robe quickly bloomed red.

It had all happened in a flash. By the time everyone realized what was going on, all they could see was the beautiful young girl he’d just shielded—thrusting her sword through his back.

Her crimson robe billowed, lifted by the residual sword aura.

“W-What just happened?”

“She broke through Immortal Qingxu’s defenses?!”

“What an incredible junior sister—unmatched talent, a future star for sure!”

Had it been anyone else stabbing a master like this, they would’ve been condemned for betrayal and treachery.

But it was Su Ci. And instead of blame, the crowd broke into laughter and admiration.

Immortal Qingxu? A half-step immortal? Injured by a Foundation-stage disciple?

Impossible!

Some high-level cultivators even thought—

He must’ve let her stab him on purpose. After all, it wouldn’t kill him. Probably didn’t even hurt.

If it were them, they’d gladly let their beloved little disciples stab them a few times just to vent their feelings. That sword didn’t carry hatred—it carried affection!

—

But things on stage weren’t as lighthearted as they appeared.

Immortal Qingxu clutched his abdomen. His cold, arrogant face was twisted with pain.

The sword Su Ci used wasn’t a heavenly-grade weapon—it was a demonic blade of equal quality.

It hadn’t pierced his heart, but the wound was now infused with rampant demonic energy, tearing through his flesh and bones, spreading deeper by the second.

Ye Lingtang, eyes brimming with shame and resentment at seeing her master protect Su Ci, suddenly burst into tears.

Then, to her horror, she saw Su Ci drive a sword right through him.

She couldn’t make sense of anything happening on stage.

Yet she saw Immortal Qingxu slowly raise his head, frowning down at the crimson-clad girl. Blood gushed from his abdomen, dark and thick—but he didn’t seem to care. In his eyes, only grief and longing remained.

“Ah Ci, you’ve been corrupted by the demons. I don’t blame you. Come here, Shishu will cleanse your body of all demonic aura…”

A surge of powerful spiritual energy exploded outward.

With a flick of his fingers, a dazzling golden array rose from the platform, trapping everyone inside. He stepped toward Su Ci.

“Touch her? You’ve got a death wish.”

A blast of demonic force struck Immortal Qingxu square in the chest. Blood sprayed from his mouth.

In an instant, dark clouds rolled in. The sky dimmed.

“Demons! The demons are attacking!”

“Activate the mountain barrier! Sect Master Xuanxiao, start the formation!”

“Reporting! The barrier’s been corrupted by demonic energy! Real Master Huanshu is on his way to repair it!”

A chilling wind howled through the crowd.

The demon army descended like ghosts, quickly engaging the disciples of the sect in fierce combat.

—

On the arena stage, the seemingly impenetrable golden formation was shattered in one strike by Qi Linchen.

As the light broke apart, a stream of black-red demonic aura took on human form.

Black hair cascaded like silk. A dark cloak billowed in the wind. His black robes were embroidered with eerie, blood-red otherworldly flowers, the fabric clinging to his form and making his pale skin seem to glow.

Ye Lingtang recognized that aura instantly.

Ignoring the pain in her shoulder, she scrambled away in terror.

She tumbled off the platform and landed with a loud thud, tears and snot smeared across her face.

That lunatic Qi Linchen really showed up!

In her previous life, it was this very demonic aura that had dragged her away.

Though chaos erupted all around, Ye Lingtang didn’t flee. Instead, she hid under the platform, secretly watching the scene above.

Her hatred for Qi Linchen ran deep, but she couldn’t stop the awe from showing in her eyes.

His devilishly striking appearance even outshone her master’s. He was practically born to turn the world upside down.

But… why was it different from last time?

In her past life, Qi Linchen had never shown up personally…

As she pondered, she saw the handsome man with the jade-like face land beside Su Ci. His sharp, ruthless features instantly softened with affection.

Qi Linchen seemed to say something to Su Ci.

But she was too far to hear clearly.

Su Ci had seen him in serpent form many times, but this was the first time she’d seen his true appearance.

His pale, cold face had refined brows, a high-bridged nose, phoenix eyes, and thin lips—each feature chiseled to perfection.

His flawless skin and bone structure already created an overwhelming visual impact. But with that crimson cinnabar mark on his forehead, he exuded an untamed flamboyance.

His black-and-red robes even matched Su Ci’s own battle attire.

Demonic clans could change their appearance at will, but very few demons bothered to dress up so elaborately.

“Sorry, I just… cough.”

Qi Linchen cleared his throat, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped.

He’d been away to destroy Xuantian Sect’s mountain-protecting barrier.

It couldn’t stop him, but it could block his weaker underlings. It had to be taken down first.

But… why was he explaining himself?

Didn’t that make him sound like a henpecked husband?

What about that grand entrance he just made? Was that all for nothing?

And Su Ci… probably didn’t even recognize him.

Though he never said it, Qi Linchen still brooded over the months he’d spent as a pet snake—being squeezed, poked, and played with like a toy.

Utter humiliation! Dignity destroyed!

From now on, he—Mo Yu—no, the mighty Demon Lord Qi Linchen—would rise again. He would no longer be the pet, but the master!

He’d come in grand fashion to snatch her back to the Demon Realm. She must be scared out of her mind by now.

From this day forth, he would be her husband. Her rock. If he told her to go east, she wouldn’t dare go west. If he told her to pet a dog, she wouldn’t dare chase chickens…

That was what husband-wife harmony looked like!

That’s how the human romance stories were written, anyway.

With that thought, he extended his arm and pulled the dazed girl into his embrace. The moment she landed in his arms, his black eyes filled with blissful satisfaction.

Time to enact his husbandly privileges.

Right now.

“You… you owe me a kiss.”

Afraid she’d refuse, he quickly added—

“If you kiss me, I’ll take you away from here.”

Su Ci was trapped in his strong arms, unable to move. The man was tall, and even when she struggled, she could only reach his jawline.

Qi Linchen’s face fell like someone had poured dirty water on it.

She really was afraid of him—too afraid to even kiss his beautiful face.

Scowling, he changed tactics.

“Give me your hands. Hold me.”

Su Ci followed his command, pulling her hand from between their bodies and gently wrapping it around his narrow waist.

After so many months as Mo Yu, his lower back had been thoroughly conditioned by her teasing. The moment she touched him, Qi Linchen nearly shuddered with delight.

His eyes curled into a contented crescent.

“Tighter.”

She obliged.

And just like that, the Demon Lord’s pride as a husband soared sky-high. This was how a household should be run! His wife—his to hold, kiss, and…

Wait. The romance novels said the next step was a kiss.

Mini Theater
Demon Lord: Time to assert my dominance as a husband.
Su Ci: …Just a tiny lion’s nibble.