Malicious Female Lead’s Guide to Causing Trouble [Quick Transmigration] 92p3

Released on January 4, 2026

Chapter Ninety-Two p3

Bo Chi, seeing that her wife wasn’t paying attention, finished looking and then said with satisfaction: {Okay, let’s talk business, where should I go to get a good sword for my wife?}

The system didn’t want to pay attention to her, and directly slapped the coordinates on her face.

A map of the cultivation world appeared in Bo Chi’s mind, and after looking for a long time, she finally found the location: “Drunken Dream Island… Life and Death Sword…“

She murmured twice, her eyes regaining clarity, and said to her little disciple: “Since you want to cultivate the Dao through swordsmanship, then I’ll take you to Drunken Dream Island. Although it’s famous for its illusions and Miao Jiang poisons, no one knows that there is also a sword there, a sword that has been sealed for many years.“

Yu Zhao’s eyes lit up, and she pursed her lips and nodded.

She was clearly expectant, but she didn’t want to show it, only pretending to be mature. Bo Chi, with love in her eyes, found her even more adorable, and couldn’t help but reach out and rub her head.

The calm and steady Yu Zhao’s face instantly turned red, her eyes slightly widening, looking at Bo Chi as if she was very surprised.

Bo Chi ignored her, and after rubbing her head enough, she put down her hand as if nothing had happened, summoned her natal sword, stepped on it, and said calmly: “Come up.“

Yu Zhao swallowed, nervously stepped onto the sword. Just as she steadied herself, the flying sword rose, startling her, and she suddenly hugged the person in front of her.

That waist was exceptionally slender, and had once twisted under her hot palm. And she didn’t even need to lower her head, because they were too close, she easily smelled the cold fragrance on the other party’s body – exactly the same as the scent from that day of passion.

Yu Zhao’s heart throbbed, she didn’t dare to recall the passion from half a month ago anymore, and prepared to withdraw her hand.

Bo Chi said in time: “If you’re afraid, just hold on.” Yu Zhao opened her mouth, and in the end, for some reason, didn’t refuse.

She honestly hugged her master’s waist, completely unaware that her master was secretly breathing a sigh of relief in her heart: {Good heavens, this is even more exciting than driving, there’s not even a seatbelt. I was so scared when we just took off, if Yu Zhao hadn’t hugged me, I would have been afraid of dropping her.}

System: {That’s why the cultivation world is very dangerous – hey, hey, hey, there’s a mountain ahead, don’t crash into it!}

Flying with a sword was a skill that only Golden Core cultivators could master. At the Nascent Soul stage, one could travel three thousand miles in the blink of an eye, cross the nine states in a day, and see all kinds of scenery in the human world.

But Drunken Dream Island wasn’t in the human world, it was located in the far east, backed by the East Sea, and outside the Tianwu State.

Bo Chi took Yu Zhao and flew for three days before entering Tianwu State in the evening, and chose an inn to stay in.

The innkeeper at the counter was using an abacus. Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Bo Chi was wearing a white and blue dress, made of high-quality material, with a jade belt around her waist, and exquisite patterns embroidered on her cuffs and hem. She looked extraordinary at first glance. Her face was beautiful and elegant, her black hair tied with a white jade hairpin. Even though there was no expression on her face, the cold aura around her still made the people in the inn look at her in amazement.

Compared to her, Yu Zhao, who was lowering her head on the side, looked like an ugly duckling, not attracting anyone’s attention at all.

The innkeeper put down his abacus, took the initiative to come out from behind the counter, bowed respectfully to Bo Chi, and said politely: “Is the immortal maiden here to stay at the inn?“

Bo Chi hummed, her white hand brushed over the storage bag hanging at her waist, and when she raised it again, there were a few taels of silver in her hand. She put the silver on the table, and said concisely: “One best room.“

“Alright!” The innkeeper took the money, his face full of smiles, and personally led Bo Chi upstairs.

Bo Chi followed her for two steps, and suddenly felt someone tugging at her sleeve.

She turned around and saw her little disciple hesitating: “Master, it’s not appropriate for me to share a room with you.“

Bo Chi asked in return: “What’s inappropriate?“

Yu Zhao said nervously: “I’m afraid… I’m afraid of offending you.“

Bo Chi turned her head indifferently, withdrew her sleeve, and her voice was like the clinking of jade, clear and pleasant: “Don’t worry.“

——She actually wanted to say, we’ve already slept together, what’s there to offend?

Considering her own image, Bo Chi suppressed the urge to complain, came to the room, and sat down.

The innkeeper went downstairs, and after a while, brought the food up.

Bo Chi had long since stopped needing food. At this time, she looked out the window, her gaze deep and distant, trying her best to ignore the delicious food, and hypnotizing herself that she wasn’t hungry.

And Yu Zhao quietly ate, her movements not exactly elegant, but proper.

Late at night, Bo Chi used a cleaning spell, swept away the fatigue of the day, lowered her eyes, and meditated.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Yu Zhao’s gaze immediately became much bolder, no longer peeking, but looking at her openly.

When she first became Bo Chi’s disciple, Yu Zhao only had respect and gratitude for her master.

But the intimacy that day was too lingering, and she found that she could no longer look at the other party with pure eyes.

Besides that indescribable feeling, there was more… guilt and inferiority.

She, such an insignificant being, had actually tarnished the bright moon.

If it was discovered in the future, even death would be too good for her…

Yu Zhao’s heart was in a mess, thinking about this and that, and for a moment, she didn’t notice that the person she was staring at had silently opened her eyes.

Bo Chi looked at her, and finding that she was spacing out, she couldn’t help but tilt her head: “What are you thinking about?“

Yu Zhao was startled by her voice, abruptly took a step back, bumped into the door, and made a muffled sound.

“I…” Her face flushed red for some reason, she didn’t know what to say, her eyes flickering as she wanted to look away, but she found her master’s tilted head exceptionally cute, and was a little reluctant to look away.

Bo Chi thought that she was worried about tomorrow’s matter, and after thinking for a while, she said: “Come here.“

Yu Zhao’s heart beat faster, and she came to her side with courage.

Bo Chi patted the seat beside her: “Sit.“

Yu Zhao sat down beside Bo Chi stiffly, like a robot following instructions.

The night wind blew in from the window, ruffling Bo Chi’s long hair. Yu Zhao sat beside her and smelled the faint fragrance in her hair.

“About Drunken Dream Island…” Bo Chi flipped through the plot, braced herself and acted as a temporary mentor, explaining the geography of the cultivation world to her little disciple, trying to ease the other party’s anxiety.

Yu Zhao listened attentively, but she didn’t know if it was because the night wind tonight was too gentle, but she would unconsciously be immersed in her master’s voice, until she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Bo Chi: {…Is my voice that hypnotic?}

System: {I’ve already recorded it, I’ll listen to this when I can’t sleep in the future, thank you.}

Bo Chi: {???}

Yu Zhao’s sleep wasn’t very stable. Bo Chi shook her fist at the system, and after giving a warning, she gently laid her little disciple down and covered her with the quilt. When she stood up, Yu Zhao seemed to sense something, grabbed her hand randomly, and murmured: “Don’t go…“

Bo Chi’s face flushed slightly, she obediently sat back by the bed, and said happily: {Sigh, my wife is so clingy.}

Before the system could speak, the two of them heard Yu Zhao continue: “Mom, don’t go.“

Bo Chi: {…}

The system suppressed a smile: {She’s calling you.}

Bo Chi said angrily: {Get lost!}

The system rolled away smoothly. Bo Chi looked at Yu Zhao angrily, stared for a while, then reached out with heartache and touched her wife’s face.

In this world, Yu Zhao had no father since childhood, and always lived with her mother. Her mother took her and wandered everywhere, making her suffer a lot at a young age. Finally, the two settled down in Zhao Family Village.

The villagers in Zhao Family Village were honest and kind, and no one bullied her. Instead, when she was extremely hungry, there would always be villagers who, even though their own lives were not good, would still share their food with her.

Yu Zhao liked Zhao Family Village very much, and she treated everyone in the village as her family.

But one day, after she came down from the mountain and returned home, the village, which used to be filled with smoke from cooking, had changed. The blood everywhere stung her eyes, and the corpses all over the ground became the last straw that broke the camel’s back, leading to her descent into darkness.

After Yu Zhao entered the sect, she was always calm and quiet, occasionally uneasy and shy. Overall, she was no different from a normal person.

But it wasn’t until this moment, when Bo Chi wiped away her tears, that she discovered that she had suppressed all her pain in her heart, hidden in the dreams that would never be answered again.

Bo Chi sighed, thought for a moment, lowered her head, and gently kissed Yu Zhao’s forehead.

“A kiss will make the nightmares go away,” she said softly, “sleep peacefully, I’ll be with you from now on.“

The familiar fragrance soothed Yu Zhao’s tense nerves. She trembled her eyelashes, and in her half-asleep state, she heard these words, and couldn’t help but let herself fall asleep peacefully.

The next day, the morning light was dim.

Yu Zhao sat up in bed in a daze, raised her hand and sniffed, and vaguely smelled the lingering fragrance.

Her breath hitched, and she muttered to herself: “The words last night… weren’t a dream?“

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