I Ruined the Long Ao Tian Script-Chapter 135

Arrogant and Unrivaled

Behind a boulder, two figures exchanged a glance, their emotions overwhelmingly complex.

Beneath Dustless Island, the two factions stood in a tense standoff.

The sect leader was absent—no one knew if he had gone to assist another old friend in their cultivation.

Lu Beichen was locked in combat with a demonic attendant at the front lines when he saw Xu Shulou being escorted over by a group of demons.

"Shulou!" Before the crowd, Lu Beichen put on a righteous and heroic front. "Don’t worry, I’ll definitely save you!"

Xu Shulou couldn’t stand the sight of his hypocritical face. "What they want is you. If you really want to save me, why not trade yourself for me?"

"Xu Shulou, don’t go too far!" Before Lu Beichen could respond, one of his admirers spoke up in his defense. "You were the one too weak to avoid capture. Who else can you blame? Why should Senior Brother Lu exchange himself for you?"

"So, the weak deserve to be hostages, is that it?"

As she spoke, Xu Shulou spread her arms and darted toward Lu Beichen in a flash. Before anyone could react, her folding fan wedged between Lu Beichen and the demonic attendant, forcing them apart. The fan seemed to carry an immense force, sending both stumbling back several steps.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence. To repel a Tribulation-stage cultivator and a high-ranking demon with a single flick of her fan—just what level of cultivation had she reached?

By the time the crowd regained their senses, Xu Shulou had already exchanged several moves with Lu Beichen. Seizing an opening, she raised a hand and clamped down on his throat.

At this point, he had only recently broken through to the Tribulation stage and hadn’t yet mastered the sudden surge of spiritual power. He hadn’t even had the chance to draw a magical artifact before she subdued him. This was the advantage of traveling back through time—each time she encountered him, he grew weaker, making it easier to kill him.

"The weak become hostages, right?" Xu Shulou smirked at the one who had spoken earlier. "Then Lu Beichen is now my hostage. Everyone, step back."

"Ignore her! Charge!" No one took her words seriously. After all, everyone knew how madly she loved Lu Beichen—how could she bear to harm him?

In response, Xu Shulou flicked her fan and cleanly severed one of Lu Beichen’s arms. The fan’s edge wasn’t sharp—the cut was executed purely through spiritual power, slicing through flesh and bone as if it were paper. Blood sprayed forth in a crimson arc.

"Ah—!" Lu Beichen finally abandoned all pretense of dignity, his face drenched in cold sweat as he cried out in agony. It took him a long moment to regain his voice. "Xu Shulou, what do you want?! Haven’t I already agreed to marry you?"

"The demonic invasion—you’re the one responsible," Xu Shulou said coldly. "How dare you drag Dustless Island down with you?"

"Nonsense!" Fan Yang roared. "We cultivators must stand united against the demons!"

Why was he always everywhere? Xu Shulou was genuinely baffled. This man’s cultivation was mediocre, yet his involvement was relentless—she’d encountered him in two different timelines now.

She raised an eyebrow. "Who considers you one of us? A man who’s spent centuries stuffing himself with pills and still hasn’t reached the Nascent Soul stage?"

"You—!" Fan Yang, publicly humiliated, flushed with rage. His slow progress due to reliance on elixirs was his greatest shame, and he hated nothing more than having it thrown in his face. He wanted nothing more than to tear Xu Shulou apart, but there was little he could do against her.

"Brother speaks wisely," Fan Zhi quickly interjected, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Besides, Dustless Island has already formed a marriage alliance with Lingxiao Sect. Miss Bai has already become Madam Lu..."

"Miss Bai is about to become a widow," Xu Shulou cut her off. "My deepest condolences."

"..."

She turned to the demons. "I’ll hand Lu Beichen over to you. Will you retreat?"

The demons all looked to their leader. His expression shifted before finally settling into resolve. "We retreat!"

An uproar broke out among the cultivators. "No! We’ve already sent for reinforcements! And how can we trust the word of demons? What if they take Lu Sect Leader and still don’t honor their promise?"

"Then Lu Beichen will have died for nothing," Xu Shulou said. The Lingxiao Sect members thought she had relented and were about to sigh in relief—until she struck Lu Beichen’s chest with her palm, sending him flying straight toward the demonic ranks.

The crowd gaped in shock. So, she had merely been stating the consequences, not particularly concerned with whether Lu Beichen’s death held any meaning.

Just as Lu Beichen was about to fall into demonic hands, a streak of sword light flashed through the air, intercepting him mid-flight and redirecting him in another direction.

Lu Beichen was batted back and forth like a ball, vomiting a mouthful of blood. No matter how ungrateful he was, even he understood that the second intervention was meant to save him—so he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Xu Shulou narrowed her eyes at the figure who had thwarted her. "Pei Changyu."

Immortal Changyu—her revered, roast chicken-loving master in another world—was far less endearing in this one.

"Shulou, stop this."

"Why should I?" Xu Shulou demanded. "When your disciple was expelled from the sect, you refused to interfere, afraid of altering the so-called 'happy ending.' So why are you willing to step in and save him now?"

Changyu hesitated. "Sect Leader Lu is the Chosen One of this world. If he dies, the destined outcome cannot be fulfilled."

"Chosen ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‍One?" Xu Shulou scoffed. "I’ll kill one just to see what happens!"

Lingxiao Sect disciples rushed to help Lu Beichen, while the demons surged forward to seize him. Xu Shulou moved faster than any of them, sweeping the sect disciples aside with a flick of her fan.

Changyu followed closely, grabbing Lu Beichen’s remaining arm to stop her. Xu Shulou smiled at her master—then cleanly severed that arm as well, kicking the now nearly limbless Lu Beichen toward the demons.

Changyu stared at the arm in his hand, momentarily stunned by her ruthlessness.

Realizing his mistake, he turned to grab Lu Beichen’s leg to halt his momentum—only to hear Xu Shulou’s laughter ring in his ears. "Master, what grudge do you hold against Sect Leader Lu? Are you afraid I won’t chop off all his limbs?"

"..."

Changyu froze, unsure whether to hold on or let go. To prevent Lu Beichen from falling into demonic hands, he simply swung his sword and sent him flying back toward Lingxiao Sect.

Lu Beichen had long since passed out. The sight was so gruesome that many couldn’t bear to watch.

Changyu raised his sword toward Xu Shulou, his tone grave. "We were once master and disciple. I don’t wish to fight you. Stand down."

Xu Shulou spun her folding fan in her hand, transforming it into a longsword. She met Changyu’s gaze without fear. "Spare me. In this world, you might not even be a match for me. I’m killing Lu Beichen today. If you stand in my way, I’ll kill you too."

"..."

Xu Shulou had always been beautiful—everyone knew that. But she had also always been brooding, weighed down by unseen burdens. Now, with arrogance lighting up her features, the crowd realized just how dazzling she could be.

"You know, I’m really curious," Xu Shulou mused, watching Changyu. "Now that I’ve become a variable, have your divinations changed? Why don’t you try again?"

Pei Changyu eyed her suspiciously, pointing his sword at her with one hand while forming a hand seal with the other. Amid the clamor of the battlefield, he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, his mind reeled in shock. "How can this be?"

"What do you mean?" Xu Shulou still stood before him, though two streaks of blood now marred her face. While Pei Changyu had been preoccupied with his divination, she had slipped past the Lingxiao Sect disciples' defenses and taken the opportunity to stab Fan Yang and Fan Zhi. Truth be told, she was growing increasingly adept at killing these two.

She had also reclaimed Lu Beichen, who now lay on the ground with her sword embedded in his thigh. The ordinary disciples of the Lingxiao Sect couldn’t protect him—if she truly wished to kill them, it would be as effortless as slicing through melons and vegetables.

"I saw a blood-soaked wedding feast..." Pei Changyu stared at Lu Beichen sprawled on the ground. "I don’t understand. He is the Chosen One, blessed with great fortune. Why would there be another outcome?"

"I don’t know either, and I have no interest in discussing these cryptic mysteries," Xu Shulou said as she yanked her sword from Lu Beichen’s thigh. "All I know is that if he commits evil, I will kill him. Titles like 'Chosen One' or 'Man of Destiny' mean nothing to me. The principle is that simple—why can’t you grasp it?"

She tossed Lu Beichen back to the demons again. This time, Pei Changyu stood frozen in place, making no move to stop her.

True to their word, the demons retreated immediately after securing Lu Beichen.

The Lingxiao Sect, having lost their leader, fled like dogs with their tails between their legs.

As Xu Shulou passed by, Bai Roushuang opened her mouth as if to speak but ultimately said nothing.

Hiding behind the rocks earlier, Bai Roushuang had been certain Xu Shulou meant to kill her. If their roles were reversed, she wouldn’t have hesitated to seize the opportunity. Yet, to her surprise... Xu Shulou had no intention of killing her—only of making her a widow.

Xu Shulou didn’t spare Bai Roushuang another glance. She had no interest in disciplining this junior sister. If she could keep moving forward, find the crossroads in Bai Roushuang’s life, perhaps more could still be changed.

Not just for her, but for everyone else as well.

With a flash of white light, Xu Shulou found herself back in the icy, bone-chilling corridor. She changed out of her bloodstained robes.

This time, she knew what to do. Without hesitation, she reached out and pushed the nearest door, which swung open at her touch and swallowed her whole.

She found herself in a dimly lit cave. After surveying her surroundings, she stepped out just in time to hear Lu Beichen’s impatient voice. "Shulou, what do you think of what I just said?"

"Think about what?" Xu Shulou glanced at Bai Roushuang, who was cowering timidly behind him.

"You..." Lu Beichen repeated with forced patience. "Junior Sister Bai’s cultivation is weaker than yours. She needs protection more. That artifact you just obtained in the cave—could you let her have it for now?"

"..." Xu Shulou scanned the area, slightly surprised. This time, the leap seemed significant—she had been transported back to a time before her cultivation was crippled.

When she remained silent, Lu Beichen pressed on. "The Sun-Moon Ascendant Hairpin isn’t essential for you. Let her have it for now, and I promise I’ll make it up to you later."

She couldn’t help but laugh. She knew all too well how he would "make it up" to Xu Shulou in the long years to come.

Her gaze fell on the golden-glowing object in his hand—likely another rare artifact he had just acquired. Smiling, she nodded. "Fine."

Without hesitation, Xu Shulou tossed the Sun-Moon Ascendant Hairpin to Bai Roushuang, whose face lit up with delight. "Thank you, Senior Brother Lu!" she chirped.

Lu Beichen’s expression softened, and he gave Xu Shulou an approving look. "Shulou, you’ve become much more understanding—"

Before he could finish, Xu Shulou lunged forward, driving her foot into his chest and sending him flying. With a flick of her spiritual energy, she snatched the radiant artifact from his grasp.

"If mine goes to her, then yours can go to me."

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