Three days later.
Tianling Mansion.
A streak of light soared from the distance, carrying a hint of grace and urgency.
Tap.
Mu Xueyi landed steadily, holding a box of handmade pastries in her hand, her expression a mix of anticipation and faint shyness.
She glanced down at the wooden box in her hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as images of her senior brother Qin Luo tasting the treats flashed through her mind.
"Will he... like them?"
Mu Xueyi murmured to herself, her cheeks tinged pink.
She thought of her recent progress in cultivation and the admiration she had long held for her senior brother, letting her imagination run wild—
Perhaps this time, he might say something special to her?
Maybe even praise her cooking skills?
Or... could it be like in those novels, where he suddenly realizes his feelings and shows her a tender side?
After all, neither of them had a partner.
They were both... first-timers.
Ah, pure love... truly wonderful.
Just as she was lost in her sweet daydreams, a crisp voice suddenly called out from behind:
"Oh? Su Bailian? What are you doing here?"
???
Whose voice was that?
Mu Xueyi snapped back to reality, her body stiffening for a moment before she slowly turned around.
However, when she saw the person standing there, she froze in place.
Before her stood a woman with an alluring figure, skin as pale as snow, and an air of cold elegance in her features.
But what shocked Mu Xueyi the most was the overwhelming aura of frost radiating from the woman—
A bone-chilling cold so pure it seemed capable of freezing everything in existence, identical to the legendary Frost Demon!
The Frost... Demon?!
She escaped?!
No, what about Master?
No...
Mu Xueyi's breathing grew slightly ragged.
Most importantly—where was her senior brother?
"You..."
Mu Xueyi's voice trembled as she tightened her grip on the wooden box, her pupils shrinking. "Why are you in my senior brother's residence?!"
Su Muwan blinked in surprise, then looked Mu Xueyi up and down with amusement.
She quickly realized this must be the "little junior sister who looks like Su Bailian" Qin Luo had mentioned before.
Raising an eyebrow, she teased deliberately, "Oh, so you're the junior sister? No wonder you're so concerned about Luo Luo."
Ugh, can anyone understand?
Three days. Three days without a phone.
Whoever wants to stay in this damn ancient era can stay!
No phones, no TV, no entertainment.
Only a ghost could endure this!
Anyway, after refining some fortuitous encounter and feeling bloated, Su Muwan had been wandering around Tianling Mansion.
But this must be Su Bailian's ancestor, right?
Su Muwan found it amusing. Tsk tsk.
Who would’ve thought Su Bailian’s ancestor would look so prim and proper?
How did Su Bailian end up such a scheming little viper?
Wait, why does this woman look so pale...
!!
Mu Xueyi had no time for Su Muwan’s teasing—her attention was entirely fixated on the other woman’s chilling aura.
As someone who had lived through the ravages of the Great Demon Era, she had witnessed, even participated in, the battles against the Frost Demon!
That demoness had brought calamity to the world, slaughtering countless lives, her power capable of freezing an entire continent!
And now, this woman not only carried the same aura but was standing brazenly in her senior brother’s residence...
"Could it be..."
Mu Xueyi’s pupils constricted, her unease rapidly swelling into towering fury. "Demoness! What have you done to my senior brother?!"
Without waiting for an answer, she unsheathed her Demon-Slaying Sword in a flash, icy energy swirling around her as murderous intent surged toward Su Muwan.
Su Muwan stared blankly. "Hey, hey, wait! You’ve got the wrong person, lady! I’m not some demoness, I just—"
Before she could finish, Mu Xueyi’s blade was already descending.
A frigid sword aura, sharp enough to freeze the air into tiny ice crystals, slashed toward her.
"Hmph! Spare me your lies!"
Mu Xueyi’s voice was icy, her eyes burning with rage. "A demoness is a demoness! That face of yours—I’d recognize it anywhere!"
"And you dare trespass into my senior brother’s residence? You must be plotting something!"
"Tell me! What have you done to him?!"
Clang!
Su Muwan hastily raised her hand to block, releasing her own frost energy in defense.
As their powers clashed, the temperature in Tianling Mansion plummeted, the ground instantly coated in thick frost.
"Hey! What’s with the attitude? What do you mean ‘this face’?!"
Su Muwan parried while fuming. "I’m not the demoness you’re talking about!"
"Su Bailian’s ancestor, don’t push me or I’ll have to teach you a lesson!"
But Mu Xueyi wasn’t buying it.
To her, these flimsy excuses were nothing but attempts to cover up the truth.
She had already decided—this woman was the Frost Demon, and she would not let her escape!
"Enough nonsense, demoness! Die!"
With a sharp cry, Mu Xueyi channeled all her power into her sword, the blade erupting in a dazzling blue light like a frozen moon hanging in the sky.
She lunged forward, her sword tearing through the air, leaving trails of ice in its wake.
Su Muwan sighed inwardly.
Seriously?
Couldn’t we just sit down and talk over tea?
Fine.
Taking a deep breath, Su Muwan didn’t dodge the incoming strike.
Instead, she raised a single pinky finger.
Clang!!!
A violent shockwave erupted.
"What?!"
Mu Xueyi’s pupils trembled in disbelief as she stared at her full-powered strike—blocked by a single pinky.
No... by the fingernail of a pinky?!
No, no, no!!
Her gaze snapped to Su Muwan’s smug smile, and her fury boiled over.
"Die! Die!!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!!!
Mu Xueyi swung her sword wildly, but every strike was effortlessly deflected by Su Muwan’s pinky.
While blocking, Su Muwan chuckled. "Tsk tsk, if Su Bailian had your strength, she wouldn’t have needed to be such a schemer."
"Shut up!"
Mu Xueyi gnashed her teeth, her attacks growing fiercer. "Su Bailian this, Su Bailian that! My name is Mu Xueyi!!"
"Today, I will rid my senior brother of you, you scourge!"
Boom!!
An even more overwhelming aura burst from her as she poured every ounce of killing intent into her strikes.
"Demoness, prepare to—"
Before she could finish—
"Miss Su."
A calm voice cut through the tension.
Qin Luo’s figure appeared on the scene.
Mu Xueyi’s face lit up with joy—only to freeze in shock the next moment.
Because before her eyes...
Qin Luo actually walked over to the woman she regarded as a demoness, his gaze gentle and tinged with a hint of indulgence.
His tone was as tender as if he were speaking to his beloved: "Why did you sneak out?"
"And even picked a fight with Su Bailian's ancestor."
Su Muwan also found the situation utterly ridiculous. She retracted her pinky finger, blew on her nails, and then snorted lightly. "This young lady was bored, so I came out for a stroll. But Su Bailian's ancestor started bullying me without a word."
"Luo Luo, ancient people are way too violent!"
Su Muwan clung to Qin Luo’s side, complaining nonstop.
Hearing this, Qin Luo glanced at Mu Xueyi with a strange expression before turning back to Su Muwan. He leaned in and whispered, "Young Mistress, have you forgotten? In this world, you’re the Frostbite Demoness..."
Su Muwan: "........?"
She blinked. Oh. Right.
Meanwhile—
Buzz—!
Mu Xueyi watched the intimate pair, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
Her eyes darted between Qin Luo and Su Muwan, who was pressed close to him.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her mind blank.
"Shi... shixiong..."
"You and this demoness..."
Her voice wavered like a fragile lily in the wind: "What is your relationship?"
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and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
