Malicious Female Lead’s Guide to Causing Trouble [Quick Transmigration] 93p1

Chapter Ninety-Three p1

If those words weren’t a dream…

Yu Zhao suddenly raised her hand, touched her forehead, recalled the soft, fleeting touch of last night, and her heart couldn’t help but pound.

“Creak.”

The sound of the door opening came at the right time.

Yu Zhao, as if she had been burned, quickly put down her hand and looked towards the door with a stiff face.

It was her master who came in.

Her master’s expression was indifferent, her temperament as cold as the frosty moon, looking no different from usual.

But Yu Zhao, who always secretly looked at her, still noticed a small change at a glance – Her master didn’t tie up her black hair today, but let it hang loose behind her back, tied at the end with a blue and white ribbon with two tassels. Compared to the sharpness of the past few days, she looked a bit more gentle and graceful.

But no matter which style, in Yu Zhao’s eyes, it looked extremely beautiful.

She loved it in her heart, but didn’t dare to look too much. She quickly lowered her head, got out of bed, stood firmly, and bowed respectfully: “Master.“

Bo Chi hummed in response, and with an expectant mood, she took out the new clothes she had just bought from her storage bag.

When she brought Yu Zhao into the inn yesterday, many people saw Yu Zhao as a foil to her, their eyes full of disdain. Bo Chi hated this kind of contemptuous gaze, and specially went to the Treasure Pavilion this morning and bought this set of clothes at a high price.

She handed the clothes to Yu Zhao. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Yu Zhao hurriedly waved her hand: “Master, I don’t deserve this, this disciple hasn’t done anything, how can I accept Master’s things?“

Bo Chi put on a serious little face, and said sternly: “A gift from an elder cannot be refused. Since I want to give it to you, just accept it.“

Yu Zhao was still uneasy.

Bo Chi had no choice but to find an excuse: “The Starry Constellation Sect is a first-class sect, and I, You Mei, am also a peak master. You are my disciple, how can you be so simple and ordinary when going out? If others recognize you, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for me?“

Yu Zhao was convinced, wiped the sweat on her palms on her skirt, and then dared to reach out: “Yes, Master, this disciple…“

Her fingers accidentally touched Bo Chi’s hand at this moment, as if touching fine, warm, and soft jade, and she subconsciously tightened her grip.

Bo Chi was slightly stunned. Before she could react, she saw her little disciple’s face suddenly turn red, and she took the clothes and hurriedly explained: “Master, I, I…“

She couldn’t finish her sentence for a long time, and even her neck turned red.

Bo Chi screamed ‘My little disciple is so innocent!’ in her heart, but on the surface, she calmly flicked her sleeve, turned around, and said: “It’s nothing, you go change your clothes, and come down later, we’ll go to Drunken Dream Island together.”

Yu Zhao held the clothes against her chest, suppressed her emotions, and nodded seriously: “Yes.“

Bo Chi didn’t wait long at the main entrance of the inn before she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned around and saw Yu Zhao wearing white clothes inside and a half-sleeved black robe outside, with bright red patterns embroidered on the collar and shoulders, and the white cuffs tied with black ribbons.

Her black hair was tied in a high ponytail, and the red ribbon fluttered as she walked, the whole outfit indescribably beautiful and valiant.

——As long as she didn’t see Bo Chi.

As soon as she met Bo Chi’s gaze, Yu Zhao, who had a cold face towards outsiders, would immediately lower her head and become a timid little disciple.

Just like at this moment.

Staring at Yu Zhao’s head, Bo Chi moved her eyebrows, and finally couldn’t help but ask: “Do I look ugly and fierce?“

Yu Zhao hurriedly shook her head, and said in a low voice: “Master is a celestial maiden, descending from the clouds on a spirit sword, ethereal and transcendent like the moon in the water, you’re not ugly at all.“

Bo Chi said coolly: “Then why are you so afraid of me? Staring at your head every day, I’m worried that I’ll forget what you look like one day.“

Yu Zhao didn’t say anything.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of Bo Chi, so she didn’t dare to look up.

But…

That day in the cave, she gazed at her master’s face, kissed her from her forehead to her red lips, and tasted every inch of her.

Now, without even needing to look closely, just a glance, she would involuntarily recall the lingering passion of that day, her heart surging, and worldly thoughts arising.

Her master was already a Nascent Soul cultivator, how sharp were her senses?

If she revealed those dirty thoughts, it wouldn’t be a question of whether she was afraid or not, but whether she could still stand behind her and look up at her.

Yu Zhao knew this very well, so she didn’t speak.

Fortunately, Bo Chi was just casually complaining. After speaking, she summoned her natal sword and took her to Drunken Dream Island.

Drunken Dream Island was very close to the East Sea, and the island was shrouded in a purple, illusory mist, making it impossible to see the scene inside clearly from any angle.

Bo Chi took Yu Zhao and landed on the edge of the island, put away her long sword, and instructed: “Later, when we enter the mist, you must keep your mind clear, and don’t be misled by the illusions and give rise to inner demons.“

Yu Zhao was just a commoner before, and had never heard of such a strange mist. She felt uneasy, and nodded nervously.

Seeing her fear, Bo Chi thought for a while, and extended her hand to her.

Yu Zhao was stunned, even the romantic thoughts in her heart were thrown to the back of her mind, she looked at Bo Chi in surprise, and said at a loss: “Master…“

Bo Chi’s expression softened: “Since you call me Master, I will naturally do my best to protect you. Don’t be afraid on this journey, just hold my hand tightly.“

Yu Zhao’s eyes were slightly teary, her heart both sweet and bitter, she couldn’t describe her emotions, and only felt that she must have done good deeds for ten lifetimes to meet her master in this life.

She suppressed the moisture in her eyes, carefully raised her hand, touched Bo Chi’s skin, and their palms met.

The two girls held hands and stepped into the purple mist.

And in the mist-shrouded forest, a woman wearing a short top and a floral skirt was sitting on a tree branch, looking at them with interest.

The woman was dressed in Miao clothing, with silver headdresses on her head, shining brightly. When she slightly shook her head, a crisp jingling sound could be heard: “Which of these two is the demon seed you sensed?“

“Hiss.” A small green snake hung down from the branch, as if talking to her.

“The one in the black robe?” The woman understood the little snake’s meaning, and said with a smile: “I understand, I’ll catch her and ask after she comes out of the illusion.“

Yu Zhao, who was being targeted, was oblivious. The moment she stepped into the mist, a familiar scene appeared in front of her.

This was a village. It was spring, and unknown wildflowers were blooming all over the mountains and plains. The honest uncles were going up the mountain to hunt together, and she… the young her, was carrying a heavy bucket of clothes, and walked to the lakeside.

There were many women washing clothes by the lake. Seeing her pitiful appearance, one of them took a few pieces of clothing from her bucket, secretly washed them, and then put them back in her bucket.

The small figure thanked the women gratefully, and when she carried the heavy wooden bucket home, she was seen by the children who were playing. The children came over and helped her carry the bucket together. After sending her home, they even invited her to catch dragonflies with them in the afternoon.

The people in Zhao Family Village were simple and kind, and it was Yu Zhao’s most beautiful memory from her childhood.

But…

But.

One day, when she came back from collecting herbs on the mountain, what she saw was not the uncles with hearty smiles, nor the aunts returning together, but a shocking red.

The scarlet blood gathered into a small river, soaking the soles of her shoes. She carried the bamboo basket on her back, and walked unsteadily in the silent village. Everyone she saw were people who had talked to her, rubbed her head, and smiled at her.

Severed limbs were everywhere, and there were no usual expressions on those people’s faces. Their final expressions were all frozen in fear, pleading, and despair.

Only her mother was an exception.

On her mother’s face… was regret and hatred.

The past reappeared in front of her eyes, and Yu Zhao felt as if she was reliving that pain again. She knelt on the ground, her straight back slowly bending, her hands covering her head, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

She opened her mouth, but didn’t make a sound, like an unnoticed painting, silently crying.

“From today onwards,“

“You are my, You Mei’s, disciple.“

The first illusion passed, and the second one immediately followed.

Hearing her master’s voice, Yu Zhao moved her fingers, and looked up in a daze.

What she saw was the entrance ceremony not long ago. She and a group of disciples were standing below, waiting for the immortals to choose them. Her friend, who survived from the same village as her, was personally taken in by the sect leader, and the other disciples also found their masters. In the end, only she, who climbed the thousands of immortal steps with willpower, but was only a person with mixed spiritual roots, was left on the stage.

No one wanted her, and everyone below was pointing at her and sneering.

Yu Zhao stood alone on the high platform, no longer feeling any shame, only numbness.

And just at this time, her master appeared.

And took her in as her disciple in front of everyone.

At that moment, in Yu Zhao’s heart, her master was no longer just her master, but also the elder she would respect for the rest of her life.

Besides her mother, she was the most important and respected elder.

And then…

“Mmm…” A faint moan suddenly appeared in front of Yu Zhao. She froze, and watched as she pushed her master down.

Her cold and aloof master’s eyes were red, her lips slightly parted, her long eyelashes stained with tears. When she couldn’t bear being bullied by her, the tears were like dew on petals, trembling and falling, straight into her heart, creating ripples.

Yu Zhao’s face suddenly flushed red, and she instinctively looked away, not daring to offend her master again.

The illusion sensed her retreat, and immediately found the weakness in her heart, amplifying the image and sound, forcing her to face the thing she wanted to escape the most.

Yu Zhao had nowhere to escape, gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, ignoring the seductive moans, and recited the Purity Heart Mantra repeatedly.

And just as her mind gradually stabilized, another voice suddenly appeared in the illusion: “Why is there a little beauty lying here? Yo, and her clothes are disheveled, tsk, tsk, tsk, then I won’t be polite, hee hee hee.“

She knew that she shouldn’t pay attention, she knew that this might be a trick of the illusion.

But when she heard the man’s obscene words, Yu Zhao still opened her eyes instantly.

She saw her master lying alone in the cave, her clothes and hair disheveled, the touch of red at the corner of her eyes burning brightly, and a figure at the entrance of the cave, walking towards her unconscious master.

Seeing that person reach out and want to touch her master’s delicate body, Yu Zhao’s suppressed rationality completely collapsed. No longer able to distinguish between illusion and reality, she drew her sword with red eyes, and roared: “Don’t touch her!“

The sword light flashed, and everything in front of her shattered like a mirror. Yu Zhao’s momentum didn’t decrease, and when her fingers touched something, she grabbed it directly.

Pressing the girl down on the ground, Yu Zhao looked at Bo Chi’s dumbfounded expression, still immersed in the illusion, and fiercely lowered her head and kissed Bo Chi’s lips.

Having shed all her reservations, Yu Zhao revealed her truest self.

She kissed Bo Chi fiercely, the force not so much a kiss as a declaration of possession.

Bo Chi’s lips stung, and she pushed her away, unable to bear it.

Yu Zhao fell to the side, her dark phoenix eyes still staring at Bo Chi like a wolf, Bo Chi’s blood on her lips, making her look even more enchanting and dangerous.

As if noticing this, she raised her hand and wiped the corner of her lips with her fingertip, lowered her eyes and stared at the scarlet blood for a while, and then licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Bo Chi: “?!”

What, what was going on?

Wasn’t her little disciple shy and timid, easily pushed down?

Who was this cold-faced, imposing big boss!!