Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 256

After the fierce battle at Xuantian Sect, the mountain was left in ruins—shattered walls, scattered debris. Disciples from every sect busied themselves cleaning up the aftermath and transferring the wounded.

Ye Lingtang crawled out from a defensive artifact and took in the battlefield before her—now many times more devastated than it had been in her past life. A mix of lingering fear and relief surged in her heart. Thank goodness Qi Linchen hadn’t found her.

And yet, she was absolutely certain now: Qi Linchen had doubled back for one reason only—to capture her. When he came back empty-handed, that’s when he lost control and went on a rampage.

Once she understood that, looking upon the wrecked Xuantian Sect stirred no sympathy or sorrow in her—only a deep and twisted sense of satisfaction.

So what if he was the Demon Lord with the world at his fingertips? In the end, he was just another poor fool with unrequited love.

As Ye Lingtang stepped out from a shadowed corner, she ran straight into Xiao Zhuo, Yin Jingze, and Jing Yuan—all busy searching for the injured.

She paused in surprise—then her expression brightened.

“Senior Brother Xiao, Senior Brother Yin, Senior Brother Jing! Were you looking for me? I twisted my ankle just now… I can’t walk. It really hurts…”

Xiao Zhuo completely ignored her, gaze fixed ahead. He bypassed her entirely, helping a fallen junior sister to her feet and guiding her toward Master Lan He’s makeshift clinic.

Jing Yuan let out a cold snort, his tone laced with disgust. “I didn’t think you were this heartless. Get out of the way.”

In his view, if Ye Lingtang hadn’t tried to harm Junior Sister Su, the conflict on the dueling platform never would’ve happened—and the Demon Lord never would’ve taken notice.

Su Ci being abducted by the demons? It was all Ye Lingtang and her master’s fault.

Yin Jingze coughed lightly. “If your ankle’s sprained, wrap it yourself. Other disciples are hurt far worse. I need to check on them first.”

Ye Lingtang watched the three walk away, a wave of frustration and humiliation choking her. Her teeth nearly pierced her lower lip.

How could this be happening?

Wasn’t Su Ci already captured?

Then why were they treating her even worse than before?

Where had it all gone wrong? This wasn’t the outcome she wanted. She was supposed to be Xuantian Sect’s most beloved little junior sister!

She clutched her face, emotions fraying at the edges.

Suddenly, a flash of color entered her view.

Not the familiar snow-white she knew, but a dusty gray stained with blood. It looked filthy—and reeked of iron.

Master Qingxu, once the embodiment of elegant detachment, now looked more like a beggar from the mountainside.

His hair was matted, his face twisted, several of his ribs visibly broken beneath his tattered robes.

Still, Ye Lingtang smiled with relief. “Master!”

But Qingxu’s face was contorted, his eyes tinged with a strange crimson light. Without a word, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and vanished with the wind.

“Master, what are you doing?”

“…Master, that hurts.”

“Where are we going? Can you put me down?”

At first, she truly believed he’d come looking for her out of concern, arriving as soon as the battle ended.

It wasn’t until she was flung into a sealed chamber at the summit of Jiangxue Peak that she realized something was wrong.

“Ah! It hurts! What are you doing, Master?!”

Before she could even rub the back of her throbbing head, a heavy weight slammed down on top of her.

Master Qingxu had completely lost his mind.

He tore apart her robes like a beast, showing no restraint, no mercy—focused only on one single purpose.

The humiliation Qi Linchen had inflicted—he would repay it a thousandfold.
And Su Ci? He would take her back. No matter what.

Ye Lingtang cried out in pain—not just from the physical torment, but from the psychological assault. Qingxu’s desperate need to heal and increase his power drained her more violently than ever before. This time, he didn’t even bother casting any spells to ease her suffering.

No matter how she screamed or struggled, it was useless before overwhelming force. All she could do was watch as the secret chamber door closed, cutting off the last sliver of light.

Meanwhile, Ye Yunhe dragged her aching body in search of Su Ci.

If Qi Linchen dared plot against her in front of A’Ci, then she had every right to return the favor. So what if she liked beautiful people? She wasn’t some indiscriminate killer. How was that wrong?

But just as she neared the palace—still dozens of meters from Linyuan Hall—she was suddenly flung back by an invisible barrier.

Her brows furrowed as she climbed to her feet. Her eyes narrowed at the looming, imposing palace before her, the reflection in her irises pitch-black.

What could Qi Linchen possibly be doing in there?

Was he seriously acting like some spoiled human child, begging A’Ci to rub medicine on his wounds and lull him to sleep?

Why?! What gave him the right?! She wanted that too!

No way he could lock A’Ci in there forever, right?

Whether from envy or jealousy, Ye Yunhe plopped down right outside the barrier.

She wasn’t leaving until she saw A’Ci come out.

And so she sat—wounded, in pain, without even treating herself—for three full days and nights, braving the bitter cold of the demon realm.

Ye Yunhe: “……”

Outside the hall, one sat lonely and shivering.
Inside, however, was a different world—a haze of heat and desire, thick with intimacy.

The night pearl bathed two entangled figures in a soft glow.

Su Ci gripped the edge of the silk pillow, her fingertips white with tension, overwhelmed by the agonizingly long, drawn-out foreplay Qi Linchen had subjected her to.

“That’s what you get for teasing me. You can’t handle it? Too bad.”

His deep, magnetic voice sounded as if it came from somewhere far below, laced with the wet sounds of kisses that burned into her ears, made her skin flush with heat.

A tight pull seized her lower belly, trembling uncontrollably.

She had never reacted like this before.

Maybe it was because of his pure-yang constitution—the natural counterpart to her.

They were meant to be close. Meant to become one.

But the way he licked and nipped her without mercy, like he was going to devour her whole, made it impossible to endure.

Before the main event even began, Su Ci had already surrendered—armor discarded, gates wide open.

“Enough. Shut up.”

She gasped and kicked at his shoulder, but her legs had gone soft. Instead, she accidentally struck his sweaty, flushed face.

The next second, her palm brushed against something warm and wet.

Her heart clenched. She nearly shot up from the bed.

Qi Linchen’s strained expression appeared before her eyes.

In the shifting light, his chiseled face looked devastatingly handsome. Droplets of crystal moisture clung to his jaw—whether sweat or something else, she couldn’t say.

They fell onto her skin, scalding.

He held her ankle—cool as jade—against his cheek, nuzzling it softly. Then, without another word, he dove back down.

His voice muffled: “Shut up? So Mo Yu’s allowed to, but I’m not? That’s not fair. What does he have that I don’t?”

He paused, remembering something. His face darkened, voice taking on a dangerous edge.

“Or is it because you like his kind… maybe he has something I don’t?”

Su Ci’s pupils were unfocused, mind blank, completely unable to form a coherent reply.

He kissed his way up, wrapping her into his arms, then gently warned:

“The demon energy might hurt a little. If you don’t want to dual cultivate, just say the word and I’ll stop.”

In truth, Qi Linchen wasn’t as confident as he seemed.

He was nervous—so he kept stalling, trying to help her relax, afraid that a sudden surge of demon qi would leave her with a bad memory.

But Su Ci, dizzy and dazed, couldn’t care less about that. Catching him off guard, she flipped them over and pinned him beneath her.

His stunned yet enamored look was priceless.

Leaning down, she trailed her slender fingers along his neck, holding him just right—like seizing the seven-inch weak point of a poisonous snake.

Completely in her hands, hers to do with as she pleased.

Her fingertip traced the warm flush of his cheek. The man beneath her panted, his eyes swirling with a dazed, scattered light.

Su Ci kissed his tightly pressed lips and murmured with awe:

“My Demon Lord… you’re so beautiful. You’re mine now.”