Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 259

A great war between the immortals and demons—no, to be precise, between humans and demons—was on the verge of erupting. After all, among the human race, only Qingxu Daoist had truly ascended to immortality.

 

Ye Linglong stood squarely between the two forces, her posture resolute, but she didn’t even receive a glance from Qi Linchen. Her position was awkward beyond words.

 

The demons were naturally uninhibited, unbothered even with war looming. They immediately began whispering amongst themselves—
Was this woman insane?

 

How dare she boast so shamelessly in front of the Demon Lord?

 

The Demon Queen and the Demon Lord were famously devoted to one another. How could a nobody like her hope to come between them?

 

Hearing the murmurs from the demon side, Ye Linglong’s face turned pale, then flushed crimson.

 

She stomped her foot in frustration, teeth clenched.
“Qi Linchen! Third time’s the charm—I’m giving you one last chance. Come take me back to the Demon Realm!”

 

The demons fell into sudden silence.

 

The humans, on the other hand, looked startled and uneasy.

 

Could she be… a spy planted by the demons?!

 

The air grew chillingly still, as if a murder of crows had just passed overhead.

 

And then—an uproar of raucous laughter erupted from the demon ranks.

 

“She thinks she’s someone special, huh?”
“I bet she pees matte. She’s not even as pretty as the lowest-ranked witch and dares to daydream about winning the Demon Lord’s heart?”
“Is she provoking the Demon Queen? I request permission to fight. I’ll rip that lying mouth of hers to shreds!”

 

Ye Linglong’s eyes reddened, nails digging into her palms.

 

Her gaze clung bitterly to the man in the clouds, like a discarded wife watching her husband with a new lover.

 

After suffering under Qingxu’s manipulation, she had long forgotten that in her past life, Qi Linchen had saved her only to repay a debt of gratitude—never once mentioning love or affection.

 

Her memory had twisted those glorious days in the Demon Realm into a fantasy of Qi Linchen passionately pursuing her, tirelessly scheming to consummate a so-called “marital bond” with her.

 

So now, seeing Qi Linchen holding Su Ci in his arms—that was betrayal, disloyalty, infidelity!

 

“Qi Linchen, stop pretending to be all noble and pure!”

 

“Nineteen grand wedding ceremonies—wasn’t that all to get my attention, to make me jealous? I’ll admit it, your plan worked. You win!”

 

“I’ve fallen for you. It has to be you. Are you satisfied now? Look at me surrendering in front of everyone—doesn’t that make your heart swell with pride?”

 

She wiped her eyes, her slender frame swaying unsteadily. But her expression remained proud and defiant, as if still expecting someone to coax her softly.

 

At last, Qi Linchen moved.

 

He hadn’t wanted to shed blood in front of his beloved, especially not over such a minor nuisance. Killing someone like her would only sully his hands.

 

But this woman twisted facts with such ease—if he let her go on spouting nonsense, his beloved might actually become upset with him.

 

Ye Linglong’s eyes lit up as she saw that crimson figure flash toward her at blazing speed.

 

She kept her expression composed, but the twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed her—it was slightly warped with smug satisfaction.

 

The next instant, a large hand clamped around her neck, lifting her clean off the ground. The lack of air turned her face purple, veins bulging.

 

“You sure know how to spew garbage.”

 

“Did I say you could speak?”

 

“Taught by that Qingxu mongrel, weren’t you?”

 

Qi Linchen flicked his wrist, sending her hurtling toward Qingxu Daoist at a terrifying speed.

 

The resulting burst of wind and demonic energy knocked nearby cultivators flat, their wails echoing across the battlefield.

 

The demon race had no concept of honor before battle. Seeing their Demon Lord take action, they let out deafening roars and charged headlong into the fray.

 

In the blink of an eye, both sides clashed violently.

 

Qingxu didn’t catch Ye Linglong. Instead, she was struck squarely in the back, rolling across the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

 

In the chaos, swords and spells flew indiscriminately. She was trampled again and again.

 

Compared to the battle at Xuantian Gate, Qi Linchen had grown even stronger.

 

He fought multiple opponents with ease, and even Qingxu—who had just ascended—was no match for him.

 

Ye Yunhe had initially planned to help, but after watching for a bit, she realized there was nothing for her to do. So she casually put away her weapon, grabbed a stool, and sat next to Su Ci to enjoy the show.

 

“A’Ci, I just found some cloud-spirit fruit yesterday. Try it—see if it’s sweet.”

 

“And this one—floral crystal cake, handmade by one of my palace witches. She insisted I bring it for you. Don’t turn her down, okay?”

 

Qi Linchen wouldn’t let her keep male pets, so lately she’d collected a few beautiful young women instead. Strategy above, adaptation below.

 

Just as she brought the fruit to Su Ci’s lips, a loud crash sounded in the distance.

 

Ye Yunhe looked up—Qi Linchen had just snapped Qingxu’s life-bound sword with his bare hands and shattered the Abbot of Fantian Temple’s Demon-Suppressing Tower with a single kick.

 

“Tsk, tsk, with cultivation like that, he’ll be storming Heaven itself in a few years…”

 

As she spoke, her gaze grew sly, lingering teasingly on Su Ci. Her voice dropped, sultry and slow.

 

“A’Ci must be exhausted, huh? That man really doesn’t know how to treat a lady. Even if you’ve got the furnace physique, there’s no need to go at it day and night like that…”

 

“Why don’t you elope with me instead?”

 

Before she could finish, a streak of demonic energy slammed into the ground by her feet. She quickly shut up but kept her eyes glued to Su Ci.

 

She’d die for A’Ci’s beauty!

 

To look but not touch—it was torture. Qi Linchen, that petty bastard!

 

Just as her frustration peaked, a slender hand held out a piece of peach blossom cake to her.

 

A gentle voice whispered in her ear,
“Yunhe, have some too. It’s sweet but not cloying—soft, fragrant… Clearly made by someone with care.”

 

“She has a good heart. Please thank her for me and deliver my gift in return.”

 

Su Ci took out a brocade box from her storage pouch.

 

Ye Yunhe was caught off guard, nearly choking on the cake. Flustered, she grabbed the box and muttered,
“O-of course, I will!”

 

In truth, she’d made the cakes herself—afraid Qi Linchen might sabotage her efforts, so she’d told a little white lie.

 

Who would’ve thought—A’Ci noticed! She was over the moon!

 

After slowly finishing her snack, Ye Yunhe finally got up and entered the fray. As the Demon Realm’s Right Guardian, her opponent was no ordinary foe—

 

Qin Lan, senior disciple of Yuheng Peak.

 

She remembered Qin Lan as one of A’Ci’s friends. So Ye Yunhe held back, and they exchanged blows without lethal intent.

 

Qin Lan frowned, finally sensing something off.
“You’re the former heiress of the Ye Clan… Ye Yunhe of the Azure Dragon Bones?”

 

Once a peerless prodigy alongside her, Ye Yunhe had vanished for centuries. Now, she’d reemerged as a Demon Realm guardian!

 

Ye Yunhe withdrew her whip, her smile tinged with sarcasm.

 

“That’s right. Courtesy of your Qingxu Daoist. If he hadn’t used my parents’ bone marrow to make pills for his ‘righteous cause,’ I’d be senior sister of Xuantian Sect today.”

 

Qin Lan was stunned.
“What are you talking about?!”

 

“Qingxu… that’s impossible!”

 

Ye Yunhe didn’t want to argue. She turned to leave—but her ankle was grabbed by a bloodied hand.

 

Ye Linglong coughed up dark blood, voice hoarse.
“Yunhe-jie… save me, it’s me…”

 

Ye Yunhe sneered, yanking her ankle free and stomping down hard. The sound of bones shattering was lost in the battle’s roar.

 

“You know how to beg now? Back when you leaked our bloodline secrets and got our parents killed, weren’t you playing the innocent victim then?”

 

The Ye Clan didn’t have deep roots like the Qin family. Qingxu hadn’t dared touch the Vermilion Bird veins, but upon hearing rumors of Azure Dragon Bones in the Ye Clan, he’d disguised himself and come knocking.

 

Her parents, to protect her, had been refined into pill-slaves by Qingxu. Their sacrifice had transformed a mediocre cultivator into a peerless talent.

 

After turning demon, Ye Yunhe finally discovered the truth: Qingxu’s crimes didn’t stop with humans. He targeted demon and beast clans alike.

 

Everyone knew immortals couldn’t stay in the human realm—their power would destabilize it. But Qingxu remained, unchecked.

 

Because he had built an array from the vengeful spirits of those he’d slaughtered, shielding himself from celestial detection.

 

“His so-called crusade against demons? It was never about justice. It was all for his own gain.”

 

In the heavens, even immortals had ranks. Above immortals were gods. Qingxu, obsessed with fame and power—did anyone really believe he’d be content serving as a minor functionary?

 

Slaughtering demons was his lie. Refining them to boost his cultivation—that was the truth.

 

Ye Yunhe’s gaze was cold as she looked at Qin Lan.
“If you don’t believe me, ask my ‘good little sister’ over here. She knows exactly how Qingxu ascended.”

 

Qin Lan turned to Ye Linglong.
“Speak the truth. I’m your senior sister—I’ll protect your life.”

 

Ye Linglong shook her head, crying. Her injuries were too severe—she passed out on the spot.

 

Qin Lan, her cultivation high and possessing the Vermilion Bird bloodline, used her spell to probe Ye Linglong’s sea of consciousness.

 

Unspeakable images flooded her mind.

 

In just a few breaths, she halted her spell. Her face was so dark it seemed it could drip ink. But when she looked toward Ye Yunhe, he had already turned into smoke, flying straight for Master Qingxu.

 

This battle was a crushing defeat for the cultivation world.

 

The demons surrounded the cultivators—not to kill them, but neither did they allow them to leave.

 

Chi Linchen dragged the barely breathing Qingxu behind him. It seemed he was headed toward the Xuantian Sect’s inner sanctum. Who knew what he planned to do there?

 

Qin Lan stood dazed, sword in hand, guarding her junior brothers and sisters. Her unfocused gaze was blank, like a walking corpse.

 

Suddenly, a stir broke out among the demon soldiers as they made way. A figure in blazing red robes appeared like a flame drifting forward.

 

“Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon Queen.”

 

Qin Lan tensed and looked up—only to hear the figure address her: “Senior Sister. I apologize for the poor hospitality.”

 

Qin Lan gave a bitter smile and shook her head. “Junior Sister, you’ve said too much. You had no choice. I don’t blame you.”

 

“You must have suffered these days in the Demon Realm.”

 

She lifted a hand, wanting to touch Su Ci—but seeing how dirty her hands were, she pulled back in embarrassment.

 

Before she could hide them behind her back, a gentle hand took hers and softly wiped it clean with a white handkerchief.

 

Su Ci spoke gently. “Senior Sister, you’ve misunderstood. I haven’t suffered.”

 

“Marrying Chi Linchen was a matter of mutual affection. Today marks our nineteenth wedding, and I should be offering Senior Sister and the sect a toast.”

 

Qin Lan: “…What?”

 

Two shocks in less than half a day.

 

At that moment, Ye Lingtang, who had passed out, forced herself to sit up with the last bit of strength she had. Pointing at Su Ci, she wailed in fury:

 

“Give me back my destiny!”

 

“Chi Linchen was supposed to marry me! The one who should live in luxury is me! Give him back! Wuwuwu…”

 

Qin Lan frowned. “What is this nonsense? Has she lost her mind?”

 

Suppressing her revulsion, she probed Ye Lingtang’s sea of consciousness again. Avoiding the filthier memories, she finally found the truth buried deep inside.

 

“So that’s how it is.”

 

But she said no more—some things were better left unsaid.

 

Su Ci nodded. “That’s right. Senior Sister, would you still be willing to drink the wedding wine for me and Linchen?”

 

Qin Lan hesitated. “Am I even allowed to?”

 

After all, she had been part of the reason the wedding was ruined. For Su Ci not to blame her was already a great mercy—how could she expect to be invited to celebrate?

 

Just then, Chi Linchen arrived with Master Qingxu in tow. Following them was a vast crowd: demons, beasts, and even frail-looking humans.

 

Ye Yunhe kicked Qingxu to the ground, then pulled out a large crystal orb. Within it, the long-hidden secrets of the cultivation world were laid bare.

 

“Take a good look—this is your so-called paragon of virtue, Master Qingxu. Behind your backs, he murdered, looted, and committed unspeakable atrocities!”

 

Qingxu’s soul-refining formation—used to cultivate resentment spirits—had long been hidden behind the barrier on Jiangxue Peak. The never-dispersing resentment was the reason it snowed there year-round, cold and bleak.

 

The witnesses brought by Chi Linchen were survivors rescued from the array. But their lives had already been devoured, their lifespans nearly gone.

 

Ye Lingtang, realizing she was about to die, burst out laughing as she saw Qingxu beaten like a stray dog, spit on and cursed.

 

She laughed and cried all at once.

 

“Chi Linchen, if you don’t save me, you’ll regret it. You will regret it!”

 

She turned her gaze to Su Ci.

 

“You shameless wretch! You stole the life that belonged to me. It’s your fault! You’ll get what’s coming to you!”

 

Su Ci sighed, helpless.

 

“What nonsense are you babbling? Did I ever use you as a furnace for dual cultivation? Did I beat you into this half-dead state?”

 

She pointed toward Master Qingxu.

 

“He’s the one who did all that. Have you forgotten how he tortured you? Locked you in a chamber where your screams went unheard? You hated him to death, didn’t you?”

 

Ye Lingtang froze. A flicker of hatred burst forth in her ashen eyes—piercing straight toward Qingxu.

 

Su Ci handed her a knife. “Go ahead.”

 

Ye Lingtang lifted the blade, rushing toward Qingxu. But Su Ci didn’t intend to let her finish it. With a soft smile, she spoke gently:

 

“Yunhe, go ahead.”

 

A green whip lashed out like a venomous snake, piercing straight through Qingxu’s chest. The once mighty immortal was torn apart, his soul scattered, body left a gory mess.

 

The whip did not stop.

 

It plunged into Ye Lingtang’s frail body next. She collapsed on top of Qingxu’s corpse.

 

Just like that, it was all over.

 

Grudges. Ambitions. Desires… scattered by the sound of the whip tearing through the air.

 

The cultivators, who had arrived so fiercely, now huddled together in silence, shrinking back like frightened animals.

 

Chi Linchen changed into a clean wedding robe and pulled Su Ci into his arms with a teasing tone:

 

“Wife, you really know how to kill and cut deep. I love you even more—what am I going to do?”

 

That lunatic dared to slander him? Dying without peace was exactly what she deserved.

 

But still…

 

“Wife, aren’t you a little too attentive to our Right Protector?”

 

Even something like personal revenge, she saved for Yunhe? If this kept up, would the great Demon Lord himself be outshone by his subordinate?

 

What kind of disgrace was that?

 

Sensing Chi Linchen’s warning glare, Ye Yunhe merely raised an eyebrow and smugly pulled out a beautiful brocade box, waving it with a grin.

 

Come on, if you’ve got the guts, kill me now.

 

…

 

This grand war between humans and demons had begun with fanfare—but though the cultivators suffered heavy losses, they didn’t leave in shame.

 

They stayed for the wedding banquet.

 

Master Xuanxiao represented the cultivation world and signed a peace accord with the Demon Realm. From that day forward, the two worlds coexisted peacefully, trading and traveling between realms.

 

Master Qingxu’s four former disciples drank themselves into a stupor that night. Whether it was grief over Qingxu’s downfall or heartbreak of another kind—only they knew.

 

Afterward, Xiao Zhuo and the others left the Demon Realm voluntarily, requesting to travel the world. In time, they each became guardians of their own regions, ascending to the rank of celestial lords.

 

Ye Yunhe and Qin Lan, meanwhile, became unlikely friends through battle. He frequently visited the human realm to drag her off to flower wine dens—and sometimes brought her one or two exquisite demon men for company.

 

…

 

By the time of Chi Linchen and Su Ci’s 187th wedding, the venue had moved from the Demon Realm to the Beast Realm, and finally to the Ghost Realm.

 

Even the King of Hell had given up.

 

Another wedding? Again? As long as they weren’t trying to tear up the Book of Life and Death, what did it matter?

 

Just don’t start a fight in the Heavenly Realm—anything else could be negotiated.

 

But Chi Linchen didn’t much care for the spooky Ghost Realm. Just before the couple completed their vows, he suddenly had an idea and blurted:

 

“Wife, how about we take a stroll up top next year?”

 

The King of Hell, acting as their official witness, trembled. “Up top? You mean… Earth?”

 

Chi Linchen replied calmly: “The Heavens. The Jade Pool Immortal Palace.”

 

The King of Hell nearly fainted. “…”

 

My ancestors, is that a place you just casually visit?

 

But the next summer, when he went to report at the Heavenly Court, he personally saw the Demon Lord chatting happily with the Heavenly Emperor—and only then did he reluctantly believe: apparently, yes, you could casually visit.

 

No matter how solemn or sacred the place, to Chi Linchen it was just another wedding venue for him and his wife.

 

He wanted to go, so he took her.

 

When the Demon Lord appeared unannounced, the Heavenly Emperor had been tense beyond belief, terrified the man would destroy his palace over a trivial disagreement.

 

They were broke.

 

To his relief, the Demon Lord only wanted a wedding.

 

And even paid handsomely for the venue.

 

Naturally, the Heavenly Emperor was all too eager to oblige. With the Empress and several high-ranking goddesses eager to befriend the Demon Queen, everything went smoothly.

 

Even so, the Heavens could not keep Chi Linchen.

 

He used to think nothing outside the Demon Realm was interesting. But now that he had his wife beside him, everywhere was worth seeing—every corner of the world worth wandering.

 

Speaking of wandering…

 

Chi Linchen transformed into his original form from their first meeting, slithering up Su Ci’s arm into her sleeve—then emerging from her collar, coiled around her delicate neck.

 

“Wife, shall we visit the East Sea Dragon Palace tomorrow?”

 

“Alright. To the ends of the earth, I’ll follow you everywhere.”

 

With the right person, every place becomes a paradise.

 

And just like that, they walked hand in hand through eternity—counting the years not by days, but by moments spent together.

 

…

 

Were there any casualties?

 

Yes.

 

Chief among them: Mo, the poor Left Protector of the Human-Demon Realm, who got worked to the bone.