Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 57: The Dao Is Really Fucking Up This Timeline

"Darling, what are you doing here?"

BaiShe remained frozen for a moment in surprise. His fiancée had just appeared out of nowhere and fucked up his entire plan. He descended from the roof with fluid grace, his feet touching the ground only a few meters from her. His face tensed slightly.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I came to help you," she replied in a possessive tone, while Guo Jian collapsed at her feet.

BaiShe observed Guo Jian’s body. The luck points he had patiently cultivated had just vanished. By killing the protagonist in this way, Xue Ming had completely ruined his harvesting plan. The fortuitous inheritance he hoped to see manifest was now lost forever.

[Ding! The Son of Luck is dying prematurely!]

[Target Guo Jian’s luck points: 0]

[The system informs the host that the potential gains are permanently lost.]

BaiShe’s gaze hardened as he turned toward Ming’er. It was not only the loss of points that bothered him, but the fact that she spoke with such familiarity about his true identity.

’She knows too much,’ thought BaiShe.

His Qi began to boil imperceptibly in his meridians. He seriously considered killing her right there to protect his secret. As a Peak stage Law Master, he could probably crush her, even if the fight would be quite tough.

However, his logic inherited from the Immortal Sage made him temporize. Killing the princess of the Nether Dynasty, ally of his own mother and heiress of a colossal power, would attract attention he could not yet afford to handle.

Xue Ming approached him, completely ignoring the corpse bleeding out behind her. She gently caressed the lapel of BaiShe’s tunic, her violet eyes shining with a yandere jealousy he knew well.

"Come, darling, let us not stay here. The smell of this commoner is starting to annoy me," she murmured in a honeyed voice.

BaiShe put away his resentment. He adjusted his sleeves, resuming his nonchalant young master posture. Consequently, he accepted to follow her, vanishing with her into the shadows of the garden.

A few minutes after their departure, another silhouette slipped between the cherry tree trunks. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Hue Qing stopped when she saw Guo Jian’s body. The young man was agonizing, taking his last breaths.

"Qing’er... please... help me!" stammered Guo Jian as he extended a trembling and bloodied hand toward her.

Hue Qing looked to the right, then to the left. She scanned the horizon with her deep green eyes, making sure no guards and especially that Young Master Xuan were not around.

Her timid and fragile posture disappeared instantly, replaced by a predatory coldness. She slowly approached the dying man.

"You will be much more useful to me dead than alive," she murmured.

Suddenly, an oppressive aura began to emanate from her body. A dark emerald Khaotic Qi emerged from her pores. Her Emerald Abyss Physique fully activated.

She placed her delicate hand on her fiancé’s open chest. At that moment, extensions of Khaotic Qi, resembling thin and monstrous octopus arms, burst from her shadow and wrapped around Guo Jian’s limbs.

The tips of these tentacles sank into the young man’s flesh.

Guo Jian screamed while Hue Qing savored the sensation of Guo Jian’s Qi rising along her emerald arms to fill her own Dantian.

She absorbed every drop of vital force. Guo Jian’s body withered, becoming a gray and dried-up shell. The insatiable hunger that had tormented Hue Qing since her birth finally eased, replaced by an euphoria of power.

"Ah... That feels so good..."

Even if she could not steal his unique abilities with the same perfection as the Heavenly Demon, the essence of a Nascent Soul remained a massive boost for her own progression.

When she finished, Guo Jian’s corpse disintegrated into fine gray dust under the effect of the night wind.

"All that remains is to meditate to stabilize my new power."

She readjusted her robe, resumed her expression of innocent jade beauty and disappeared into the mist, becoming again the reserved young woman everyone thought they knew.

***

Xuan BaiShe was sitting in a posture that strangely reminded one of a child being punished.

Seated on him with her legs on either side, Xue Ming, his fiancée, caressed his long silver hair. Her violet eyes shone with a glow of absolute possession, an intensity that would have made any ordinary cultivator retreat.

BaiShe hated when the pieces on his chessboard moved without his consent. Ming’er’s sudden arrival and the brutal execution of that insect who was bothering him had not been planned in his calculations. For a man who considered himself the master of logic, this chaos left a bitter taste.

’System, I want detailed information on Xue Ming. Now.’

[The cost to obtain the secrets of a target of this rank is 5000 luck points.]

Without a second of hesitation, BaiShe paid. He had accumulated enough points by humiliating Sons of Luck like Lin Feng to afford this truth. Immediately, a translucent interface flashed before his retina, flooding his mind with data.

[Name: Xue Ming (Ming’er) (Fiancée of Xuan BaiShe)

Age: 25 years

Cultivation: Transcendence Stage

Arts: The Ten Shadows / Immortal Art of the Cadaverous Yin: A dangerous Art allowing to absorb Yin Qi from corpses to increase one’s power.

Physique or Lineage: Xue Lineage.

Law: The Shadows.

Luck: Cursed by the Dao.

Title: Princess Xue (Youngest), Princess of Shadows.

Personality: Ruthless, yandere, heartless, possessive, extremely jealous.

Special note: She is a transmigrator.]

BaiShe’s gaze froze. ’How could she obtain this Immortal Art? The Ten Shadows Art is a technique I learned from my mother, but I do not remember her possessing this power of corpse devouring.’

It was by mentally clicking on the unknown term "transmigrator" that he finally understood the extent of the mystery.

The original soul of Princess Xue had fused with a consciousness coming from a lower and backward kingdom called Earth. There, this woman had read a book in which he was one of the central characters.

’The dao is really fucking up this timeline! What is this transmigration nonsense.’

"What are you thinking about so intensely, my husband?" she asked in a cold tone that contrasted with the softness of her gesture. Her hands slowly descended from his hair to come and squeeze his neck with an affection that dangerously resembled strangulation.

"I was simply wondering what your real intention was in coming here, Ming’er," replied BaiShe in a calm voice.