Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 258

The allied forces of the cultivation world had finally assembled. But when they reached the border of the demon realm—once heavily guarded and impenetrable—they were shocked to find it completely abandoned.

“Could this be a ruse? An Empty Fortress tactic?”

The various sect leaders hesitated, deliberated, then decided to camp and rest for the time being while dispatching scouts to probe deeper into demon territory for more information.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect, however, were growing restless.

Just thinking about kind-hearted and beautiful Junior Sister Su being trapped in the demon realm and suffering unspeakable humiliation was enough to drive them mad with worry—they couldn’t bear another moment of delay.

Many among them had once received favors from Su Ci.

Their concern for her stemmed purely from a sense of camaraderie. They had expected nothing in return, yet she had repaid them anyway—her so-called “low-grade” pills turned out to be more effective than most mid-grade ones.

These past few months, they had cultivated relentlessly, making rapid progress in strength—all for the sake of rescuing their Junior Sister from the demon realm!

Senior Sister Qin Lan sat cross-legged on the ground, absently rubbing a jade bottle in her hand, her expression bleak.

Xiao Zhuo and three others stood behind her, clearly estranged from their former master, Immortal Qingxu, now fully aligned under Immortal Xuanxiao’s tutelage.

Xiao Zhuo had once considered exposing Qingxu’s crimes. But to do so would damage a woman’s reputation, and without knowing where Ye Lingtang was, he chose to remain silent for now.

Besides, in the cultivation world, strength ruled. He was still no match for Qingxu. Instead of smashing himself against a stone wall, it was wiser to bide his time.

After all, Junior Sister Su was still waiting for him to save her.

Ye Lingtang shrank into a corner, inwardly sneering at the rest of the disciples and their deluded expressions.

Fighting in the name of eliminating demons? What a joke. This was nothing more than lust disguised as justice—disgusting.

Rescues driven by ulterior motives? She wanted no part of them.

Su Ci had warned her once before, and Ye Lingtang had to admit, her opinion of Su Ci had shifted slightly since then.

Still, Su Ci had taken her place when the Demon Lord kidnapped someone, which had indirectly led to Ye Lingtang becoming Qingxu’s furnace.

Her emotions were… complicated.

But that was fine.

The great battle between immortals and demons was fast approaching. Once Qi Linchen laid eyes on her, he’d surely kill Qingxu and avenge her.

And once she returned to the Demon Palace—where one demon ruled above all others—she wouldn’t hold any grudges against Su Ci.

While her thoughts wandered, the scout returned with news:

“Everyone, I just heard from a minor demon that today is Qi Linchen’s nineteenth wedding. Every notable figure in the demon realm is attending the celebration.”

A gasp rippled through the disciples.

“What? Nineteen times?”
“What a shameless lecher!”
“Then isn’t Junior Sister Su…”

Qingxu’s expression darkened. His hand clenched under his wide sleeve, veins bulging with fury. He’d marched so publicly on the demon realm, and yet Qi Linchen dared to ignore him.

A full-scale invasion at his doorstep, and the man still had the nerve to throw a wedding?!

He barked, “All forces—attack! Flatten the demon realm!”

—

In the heart of the Demon Palace, Su Ci had just changed into her wedding gown. She hadn’t even had time to style her hair before a strong chest enveloped her from behind, the familiar scent instantly surrounding her.

Qi Linchen buried his head against her, planting tender kisses along her hairline and earlobe—gentle but domineering, laced with barely concealed urgency and agitation.

“What’s wrong? You can’t wait even a second?” Su Ci asked helplessly.

Qi Linchen was absolutely addicted. The demon realm had no sense of day or night, and he was like a clingy child, constantly insisting on dual cultivation with her. She had never trained this diligently in her life.

Still, she turned to return his kisses, her hand soothing the rise and fall of his chest, calming his anxious energy.

Qi Linchen grasped her wandering hand and sighed with satisfaction.
“My lady is too beautiful today. I simply can’t help myself.”

But of course, some blind fool had to ruin the moment.

There was no way he believed Qingxu’s assault was just coincidence. On the day of his wedding, those self-righteous cultivators came charging in, clearly intent on stealing his beloved wife.

Qi Linchen layered several enchantments around the room, reluctant to let her go. He kissed her over and over, unwilling to part.

“Stay here and rest, my love. Once I finish dealing with that dog Qingxu, I’ll return to do your hair myself. We won’t miss the auspicious hour—or our bridal chamber.”

“The sects are attacking? I’ll come with you.”

Su Ci casually gathered her hair and reached for Qi Linchen’s stiff hand, lacing their fingers together in an intimately seamless grip.

Qingxu had barely achieved ascension last time when Qi Linchen crushed him. Who would’ve thought the man would become so desperate so quickly?

“No. You’re not going.”

Qi Linchen visibly panicked.

Realizing his tone had been too forceful, he softened and quickly added, “There are too many of them. I don’t want you hurt. Please, don’t make me worry.”

But that wasn’t all he was worried about. He feared she’d see her old sectmates and abandon him. Feared someone would seize her in the chaos. Feared she’d fall for someone else…

A powerful wave of spiritual energy radiated from Su Ci, flowing into his body through their skin-to-skin contact.

She chuckled. “Why would I? I’m not weak anymore. Your… hard work should produce some results, shouldn’t it?”

Hearing the words “hard work,” Qi Linchen’s ears flushed bright red, and his already tense waist and abdomen stirred with renewed desire. The thought of making this quick and getting back fast was more tempting than ever.

His palm was reluctant to release hers. Ever since they’d returned to the demon realm, he hadn’t once left her side. The idea of going without her even briefly was painful.

He barely hesitated before agreeing to let her come.

As disciples clashed with demons, Qi Linchen arrived with Su Ci in his arms, graceful and serene.

Their crimson wedding robes, expertly tailored, billowed in the wind. With their black hair and porcelain skin, their striking features seemed carved from heaven itself—so stunning it made the world dull in comparison.

There was a distinct sense of husband-and-wife likeness between them. An undeniable harmony.

Immortal Qingxu sat at the rear of his army. Seeing them so intimate, his face darkened drastically.

It was as if a gaping hole had been ripped through his chest, a rusted sword stirring the wound—blood, pain, and anguish overwhelming.

The fighting stilled as all eyes turned skyward to the elegant figure standing on the clouds.

Half a year had passed, but Junior Sister Su remained breathtaking, her beauty even more dazzling than before.

For some reason, there was an oppressive aura about her now—one that made people instinctively lower their gaze.

Even the imposing Demon Lord beside her paled in comparison.

Ye Lingtang, however, was the first to notice Qi Linchen.

She had spent the entire journey avoiding Qingxu. Now, she rushed out from the crowd and shouted righteously,
“Qi Linchen! The one you want is me! Let her go!”

Everyone turned in astonishment.

Who would’ve thought she’d reflect on her mistakes? She had once ambushed Su Ci during a duel, and now she was stepping forward to take responsibility.

Qi Linchen had just been feeling jealous, thinking about how his wife might soothe him later. But upon hearing this, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He didn’t even dare defend himself. Any explanation could be twisted into an excuse. Ye Yunhe had tried to stir trouble like this more than once.

Nervously, he looked to Su Ci, his eyes filled with aggrieved sincerity.

“My wife, you must believe me. I have nothing to do with her—I don’t even know her name!”

Su Ci clung to his arm, her voice gentle.
“I know. You haven’t had time to see anyone else.”

Out of the sixteen hours in a day, he spent all sixteen cultivating with her. Where would he find time for a mistress?

Qi Linchen muttered in protest,
“I’m not some lustful demon. Even if I had time, I wouldn’t do such things.”

Su Ci: “…”

Only two hours a day when you’re not lustful?

That’s… pretty impressive, honestly.