Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 257

Ye Yunhe had squatted for so long, even the daylilies had wilted.

Finally—finally—she caught sight of Qi Linchen and Su Ci walking out hand in hand.

As one of the Demon Realm’s most well-connected protectors, she had, during this time, overheard quite a few rumors.

Things like how Qi Linchen had secretly kept a bunch of old lovers, or that certain fairy maidens from Xuantian Sect were included in his private list of favorites.

Evidence? Who needed it?

The head of the merciless Demon Realm had gone so far as to give explicit orders during the battle not to harm any of the chaste sect maidens. He even remembered their names with unnerving clarity. Who would believe there was no emotional entanglement involved?

Ye Yunhe was practically fuming. She interrogated dozens of demons only to find out—shockingly—Su Ci’s name wasn’t even on that infamous list of past flings!

What kind of twisted logic was this? Su Ci was beautiful, kind, and gentle. Even if she wasn’t the top-ranked beauty, she should’ve at least made the priority tier!

The more time Qi Linchen and Su Ci spent alone together, the worse Ye Yunhe felt. She’d already cursed Qi Linchen a thousand times over behind his back, calling him a heartless bastard.

After what felt like eons of waiting, Su Ci finally emerged. Ye Yunhe rushed forward eagerly.

She spiced up every rumor and retold them to Su Ci with exaggerated flair, then offered a heartfelt warning: “You better open your eyes, don’t be fooled by Qi Linchen’s handsome but fake exterior!”

Su Ci didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Don’t be mad. They’re just my friends.”

“F-Friends?”

Ye Yunhe’s anger froze on her face.

After a beat, she asked in a tone full of self-pity, “You have so many friends… Then what am I to you? Forget it, I’m ending it all! No one stop me—I’m going to jump off Loveless Cliff!”

Before Su Ci could react, she transformed into a puff of smoke and vanished.

Qi Linchen held Su Ci’s hand, his face dark and overcast.

“Ignore her. Loveless Cliff is only two hundred meters. No way a demon could die from that.”

Su Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief and followed Qi Linchen to pick out items for their wedding.

It wasn’t just Su Ci and Qi Linchen who hadn’t slept for three days and nights—the brothers Mu Feng and Mu Bai had also been working nonstop.

They had gathered rare treasures, ceremonial items, and bridal supplies from every realm. Now everything was laid out neatly in the grand, spacious hall—so dazzling it left one’s head spinning.

Su Ci browsed item after item, each more exquisite than the last. She couldn’t bring herself to choose.

Suffering from her usual indecisiveness, she pushed the burden onto Qi Linchen.

“You choose. I really can’t decide.”

Qi Linchen’s brow furrowed. His expression instantly turned grim, voice laced with dark warning.

“So you don’t like any of them? Or is it that you don’t want to be my Demon Empress? If you don’t want to marry me, who do you want to marry? Whoever it is, I’ll kill them.”

Sensing things were about to spiral out of control, Su Ci lightly patted his trembling, clenched fingers.

“It’s because I like them all that I can’t choose.”

Qi Linchen didn’t hesitate.

“Then we’ll have them all.”

His tone was suddenly light and buoyant, a complete contrast to his sharp possessiveness just moments ago.

Meanwhile, after catching a chill from the winds atop Loveless Cliff, Ye Yunhe returned to the Wu Yun Hall.

To her shock, the usually lively and decadent place was eerily silent. No music, no dancers. She walked into the inner chamber, but no one came out to greet her.

She felt like she was seeing ghosts.

All her hundreds of handsome male concubines had vanished without a trace!

Just as she was about to grab her whip and investigate, bad news came from Mu Feng—

Per the Demon Lord’s upcoming grand wedding, to preserve the sanctity of the palace, all frivolous and lewd individuals were to be expelled.
Especially Law Protector Ye Yunhe, who was now only permitted to keep one male companion in the hall.

Ye Yunhe was livid.

She jumped in rage—only for the pain of her injuries to have her gritting her teeth, too hurt to even curse fluently.

That shameless Qi Linchen! Just because he won Su Ci over, he had to use underhanded tactics to oppress everyone else? He thought this would make her give in? Delusional!

Fine then! She’d take Su Ci to the human realm and go drink with the flower boys there. They were way more interesting than anything the Demon Realm had to offer!

—

In the Linyuan Hall, the night pearls that lit the space had been replaced with soft pink hues.

A faint rosy glow bathed Su Ci’s face, radiant and warm. Qi Linchen was so stirred he couldn’t stop swallowing, his voice deep and hoarse.

“When we marry, do you want to invite your friends and family from the mortal realm to witness it?”

He sounded hesitant.

Bringing her back to the Demon Realm for marriage had been a unilateral decision on his part. Cultivation years were long—maybe she had no attachments while at Xuantian Sect, but now that she was here…

What if she missed the mortal world?

He knew that even Ye Yunhe, who had fallen to the demonic path centuries ago, still often slipped back to the human realm, reluctant to leave.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to accompany Su Ci.

He just couldn’t bear it if her heart remained elsewhere. Even if she stayed by his side, it’d be like sleeping beside a stranger. Husband and wife in name only.

Su Ci blinked.

She had almost forgotten she had family.

In this world, she had come from a declining cultivation family—an insignificant, neglected illegitimate daughter.

After joining Master Xuanxiao’s sect, her family had sent someone to visit once, but she had refused to see them.

She shook her head. “Let’s not. Mortals and demons walk different paths. I don’t want outsiders ruining our wedding.”

This time it was Qi Linchen’s turn to be stunned.

After a moment of dazed silence came uncontainable joy. He suddenly dipped his head and kissed the lips he had yearned for so long, greedily drinking in her sweetness.

She had said… mortals and demons walk different paths, but ours was the same.

She stood with him.

Words couldn’t express Qi Linchen’s elation. A faint purple shimmer danced in his black pupils, tainted with desire and madness.

His voice trembled low and deep.
“It’s time for bed, my wife.”

Su Ci was thrown back onto the bed, forced to take his fierce advances head-on. She gasped softly as his scorching kiss landed at the corner of her eyes, licking away the tears that overflowed from her pleasure.

Wave after wave crested until dawn approached.

Qi Linchen had never tasted such sweetness. Now that he had, he wished he could keep Su Ci chained to him day and night, growing sulky the moment he had to let go.

He deliberately turned regular intimacy into dual cultivation, pumping spiritual power into her with every act.

In just a short time, Su Ci’s realm skyrocketed to the Great Ascension Stage—only one tier below Qingxu.

She told him to take it easy. “I don’t need that much power. Don’t hurt yourself for me.”

He righteously countered:
“You think I’m doing this for you? I’m doing this for me. Once you reach the fasting stage, dual cultivation gets even better—
“—By then, I swear I’ll drain you dry.”

No need for food or water. Just… sleep.

And so Su Ci watched helplessly as her cultivation soared higher and higher, all from being “drained.”

Whenever she couldn’t take his intensity and kicked him off the bed, he’d clutch his chest for a long while before climbing back up, face pale.

Feeling guilty, Su Ci would let him do whatever he wanted again—until she didn’t even have tears left to cry.

—

“Ahhh—!”

Inside the sealed chamber at the peak of Jiangxue Peak, Ye Lingtang was kicked off the bed, landing hard on the cold floor.

Qingxu glanced at the dirty yellow stain on the sheets, his gaze full of disgust. His words were even harsher.

“You filthy slut. You pissed yourself on my bed. Absolutely revolting.”

He got dressed, cast several cleansing spells on himself, then left with a cold flick of his sleeve.

Ye Lingtang lay limp on the ground like a broken ragdoll. The stench clinging to her made her want to retch.

The room was pitch black, no light to be seen.

Only when Qingxu came to use her did she catch a brief glimpse of illumination.

Touching her battered body, Ye Lingtang finally woke up from her delusions. Tears poured down her face.

Qi Linchen hadn’t lied to her in her past life.
Su Ci hadn’t lied to her on the arena stage either.
Her master—no, Qingxu—had only ever cared about his righteous crusade. Human life meant nothing to him. And she? She was worse than a prostitute in his eyes.

She had never been so humiliated in either life.

This small, cold chamber was darker than the Demon Realm itself.

Qingxu’s violent abuse couldn’t even compare to the men Qi Linchen had arranged for her in their past life—those men had at least been good-looking and attentive.

Ye Lingtang covered her face and wept in utter despair.

Qi Linchen had been right. Qingxu had defiled her—he deserved to die. Xuantian Sect deserved to be destroyed!

She regretted everything. She wanted to escape to the Demon Realm.

On the day of the sect duel, she never should have avoided Qi Linchen on purpose. She knew she had made a mistake now.

But trapped inside this room, how could she possibly get a message to him?

Her lower abdomen throbbed with pain, the burn from overuse still raw and searing.

Why hadn’t Qi Linchen come to kill Qingxu for her yet, like he did in the last life? Didn’t he know she’d realized her mistake?

Fine. She’d admit her fault. She’d behave in the Demon Realm. She’d even—reluctantly—agree to dual cultivate with him. She was, after all, one of the rare pure yin bodies in the world.

Even Qingxu couldn’t resist. Why should Qi Linchen?

Once he saw the state she was in, he’d surely regret everything and treat her better than ever.

When that day came, she’d find ten filthy beggars to violate Qingxu and repay the favor.

Clinging to that thought, Ye Lingtang endured half a year of inhuman torment.

She saw sunlight again only after Qingxu ascended during his tribulation. The major sects had united, and the great war between immortals and demons was on the brink of erupting.

Shielding her eyes from the blinding light, she croaked hoarsely to a nearby female cultivator:
“Why… why are we suddenly attacking the Demon Realm? What… what happened?”

The female cultivator looked at her oddly.

“You don’t know? It’s because that demon Qi Linchen abducted the sect master’s little disciple, Su Shimei. Qingxu volunteered to lead the charge to bring her back.”

It was like lightning struck Ye Lingtang. Her face, already pale, turned utterly bloodless.

So all of Qingxu’s cold abuse, all the pain and degradation she suffered—wasn’t for righteous ideals or ascension, but for Su Ci?

How laughable. How absurd.

Yet leading the charge were Qin Lan, Xiao Zhuo, Yin Jingze, Jing Yuan, Yue Xunzhou—all the chosen elites. How could she not believe it?

Why hadn’t they come for her in the past life?

Fingernails digging deep into her palm, Ye Lingtang felt no pain. Her lips curled into a twisted smile.

Fighting Qi Linchen? They were delusional.

They had no idea they were handing her the perfect chance to swap places with Su Ci.

She had always wanted to be by Qi Linchen’s side—to watch the Demon Realm crush those damned cultivators underfoot.