I Ruined the Long Ao Tian Script-Chapter 155

Chapter 155 (Revised)

Xu Shulou herself was momentarily stunned. "Junior Sister?"

"Don’t think I can’t see through their schemes," Bai Roushuang sounded aggrieved. "I waited so long to have my senior sister back—how could I let them plot against you?"

"...I’m sorry," Xu Shulou wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I should have talked to you sooner. These hundred years... you’ve had it hard."

"Not really, I was actually doing fine." Bai Roushuang suddenly grew bashful.

Xu Shulou chuckled. "How are you so easy to appease?"

"Well, it depends on who’s doing the appeasing," Bai Roushuang cooed.

Lu Yi watched in astonishment, while Lu Jia stepped forward with forced courage. "Miss Bai, you’ve misunderstood. We truly harbor no ill intentions."

"Spare me. Did you really think you were hiding it well?" Bai Roushuang’s gaze swept over their faces. "One lustful, the other arrogant—yet neither of you is clever enough to mask your thoughts. Honestly, where did you get the confidence to think you could outmaneuver us?"

Arrogant... The words sent a chill down Lu Yi’s spine. As a transmigrator, she had indeed carried an unconscious air of superiority toward the characters in this world. She never expected Bai Roushuang to see right through her.

What shocked her even more was Bai Roushuang’s unrelenting aggression. In The Path of Immortality, Bai Roushuang was repeatedly described as delicate and tender. Lu Yi had assumed that even if angered, she would at most resort to subtle provocations, leaving Lu Beichen to act on her behalf. But this...

Where had things gone wrong?

"I’m talking to you, yet you keep glancing at Senior Brother Lu," Bai Roushuang narrowed her eyes at Lu Yi. "What? Did you think I’d spare you just for his sake?"

The disciples of Dustless Island immediately turned hostile gazes toward Lu Beichen.

He could only sigh wryly and address Lu Jia and Lu Yi. "You two entered with me. I’ll ensure you leave safely—that much I promise."

Their hearts lifted with hope, only to plummet as he continued, "But that’s all. Once we’re out, you’ll no longer be disciples of Lingxiao Sect. We part ways here."

"Senior Brother Lu!"

"The Lingxiao Sect is indeed short-handed in these trying times, but I, of all people, should know the damage those with twisted ambitions can inflict," Lu Beichen said solemnly. "My decision is final. No more words."

How could a harem novel protagonist be this spineless? Lu Yi sneered inwardly. Gritting her teeth, she played her last card. "Fine! If that’s how it is, we’ll leave now—no need for your protection!"

No one stopped them.

Lu Beichen remained impassive. He had never been one for misplaced kindness.

The two could only walk away awkwardly, glancing back every few steps.

Lu Jia couldn’t help but grumble, "Why did you have to provoke them? Now I’m dragged into this too."

"What’s there to fear?" Lu Yi retorted stubbornly. "If this path is blocked, we’ll just try our luck elsewhere."

They crept cautiously along until they stumbled upon a cave hidden behind a waterfall. Just as they were about to rest, a freshly severed arm came flying through the air, splattering blood at their feet.

"Ahhh!" Lu Yi shrieked in terror—only to hear Lu Jia scream even more hysterically beside her, practically throwing himself onto her. "A human arm! Save me!"

"..."

Their commotion quickly alerted the people inside, and soon they were seized and dragged in at sword-point by a group of women.

Lu Jia’s eyes caught the hibiscus embroidery on their robes, and he froze. Was this not a stroke of serendipity? They had failed to find an opportunity in Frostless City, yet here they stumbled upon the very people they sought?

But the faint flicker of hope in his heart was swiftly extinguished when he took in the scene inside the cave.

Under the dim light, a row of people stood with their backs to the entrance, flanked by disciples dressed in the attire of the Joyous Harmony Sect. A woman stood before them, her back turned to Lu Jia and Lu Yi.

"Before his death, Gao Ming personally named the next master of Black Tortoise Tower and entrusted me to support them," the woman’s cold voice echoed. "Judging by your recent actions, you dare defy me?"

"We wouldn’t dare. It’s Sect Leader Luo who has pursued us relentlessly—such pettiness is beneath you."

Gao Ming had prolonged his life for a century through elixirs—though his meridians were shattered, he was no ordinary mortal. Ruthless even to himself, he consumed any potent drug without hesitation, sustaining himself past a hundred years and elevating Black Tortoise Tower to unprecedented heights. While he lived, none dared challenge his rule, knowing they couldn’t match his prowess. But after his death, the power vacuum invited greed. The young successor he had chosen, even with Luo Fusheng’s backing, faced dissent.

These rebels paid lip service to loyalty while scheming in the shadows.

"Sect Leader Luo, you are an outsider. Meddling in Black Tortoise Tower’s affairs is hardly appropriate, is it?"

The woman laughed. "I’ll meddle as I please. Your consent is irrelevant. Rebels answer to my spear."

"Sect Leader Luo, I concede defeat. I know the whereabouts of the Joyous Harmony Sect’s lost artifact, ‘Parting Sorrow.’ Spare my life, and I’ll tell you."

"Unacceptable," the woman replied without hesitation. "The Joyous Harmony Sect does not negotiate with traitors. Death is the only fate for rebels."

"Luo Fusheng, don’t push too far!"

"Kill them!"

At her command, curses, pleas, and screams filled the cave. The stench of blood choked the air, overwhelming Lu Jia and Lu Yi—products of a peaceful era, they had never witnessed such carnage. Their faces turned ashen with every wet thud of steel piercing flesh, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. They clamped hands over their mouths, terrified of making a sound.

Since transmigrating, they had carried an inexplicable sense of superiority, treating the people here as mere paper cutouts from a fictional world. Now, drenched in the reality of blood, they finally understood: this was a world of immortals and demons, where danger lurked at every turn.

Luo Fusheng? How could this be Luo Fusheng?

Silence gradually reclaimed the cave, but the metallic tang of blood lingered. Too afraid to look, the two exchanged glances, their eyes wide with terror.

Just then, the woman’s voice cut through the stillness. "Who are you?"

Their hearts seized. Trembling, they forced themselves to meet her gaze.

The woman held a spear, its tip dripping crimson. When she turned, her beauty was breathtaking—a face that could topple kingdoms, sharp and regal.

Her eyes, fierce yet mesmerizing, struck them like lightning. In that moment, Lu Jia and Lu Yi finally understood the phrase they had once read in textbooks: "a glance that pierces the soul."

The two of them stood dumbfounded—the girl before them, with blood dripping from her spear tip, was actually the Luo Fusheng from the book. In The Path to Immortality, Luo Fusheng didn’t appear often, and Lu Yi only had three impressions of her: first, breathtaking beauty; second, a temperament so soft she could even shake hands with the person who slaughtered her sect; and third, still breathtaking beauty… It couldn’t be helped. Every time she appeared, the author would lavish pages describing her looks.

But the Luo Fusheng before them didn’t resemble that gentle girl at all—she seemed more like a ruthless warlord.

There was no contempt in her gaze, yet they inexplicably felt as if she regarded them as mere ants.

Even if Lu Yi had ten more guts, she wouldn’t dare approach now.

“You’re… Luo Fusheng?” Lu Jia’s brain seemed to have stalled, and he asked blankly, “How did you become like this?”

“I was born this way.” Luo Fusheng wiped the blood from her hands with a handkerchief, as if considering how to deal with them.

Lu Yi tugged at Lu Jia, signaling him to shut up.

But thinking back to The Path to Immortality, she couldn’t help but feel a strong dissonance. Luo Fusheng was the sole heir of the Harmony Sect, spoiled rotten since childhood. Even if she suffered a great tragedy, she shouldn’t have willingly turned into such a spineless person, right?

The Luo Fusheng before them seemed far more real.

Footsteps approached, and their hearts lifted with hope.

“This is…” It was Lu Beichen’s voice.

Recognizing the newcomer, Luo Fusheng’s expression softened slightly. “You know them?”

“Sort of.” This time, it was a woman who answered.

“Lu Beichen is here!” Lu Jia blurted out in panic, pleading, “For his sake, spare us!”

“Lu Beichen? What favor does he hold with me?” Luo Fusheng gave them a strange look. “But you’re in luck. I’ll always give Sister Xu face.”

Xu Shulou?

Xu Shulou again?

Lu Yi stared at the women she had once looked down upon. They were vibrant and thriving in this world, completely unfazed by the thick scent of blood and the corpses strewn about.

“I don’t want to gamble with the plot anymore,” Lu Jia muttered, his face pale. “I just want to go back to the modern world.”

…Who didn’t?

When the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect entered the cave, someone accidentally triggered a mechanism. Cold glints shot from all directions, forcing everyone to dodge or raise their weapons in defense.

When Lu Yi failed to evade in time, not only Lu Beichen but even Bai Roushuang—the “parasite” she had mocked—stepped in to block an attack for her.

Once the barrage ended, a massive beast, roused by the scent of blood, emerged from the cave entrance and launched an assault.

Stumbling, Lu Yi glanced at the sword in Bai Roushuang’s hand. Earlier, when they encountered the twin-headed flies, she had wondered why Lu Beichen made no move to help Bai Roushuang.

Now it suddenly dawned on her—it was because he knew Bai Roushuang didn’t need help.

Right, Bai Roushuang had a sword all along. Why would she hide behind others?

Lu Yi’s mind reeled. The novel’s ingrained impressions ran too deep. From the moment they met, that sword had been strapped to Bai Roushuang’s back, yet it was only now that Lu Yi truly noticed it—a lethal weapon, not some ornamental trinket.

Bai Roushuang and Xu Shulou fought in perfect sync. When the cold glints had shot toward them earlier, Bai Roushuang hadn’t even glanced back—because Xu Shulou stood behind her, and she knew her back was safe.

Such tacit understanding couldn’t be faked. It certainly wasn’t the “fake sisterhood” Lu Jia had speculated about.

Lu Jia had been standing there dumbly, but now, staring at the fan in Xu Shulou’s hand, he suddenly had an epiphany and shouted, “You’re a transmigrator too!”

Xu Shulou looked at him blankly. “What?”

“Sweetwater Town—the person with the fan! Was that you?”

Lu Yi froze, then whipped her head toward him. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you get it? That Su Lian'er who went off to cultivate was the same Su Lian'er who was originally Lu Beichen’s woman, not just a namesake!” Lu Jia’s mind had never been clearer. “We transmigrated into a hundred years later, and Xu Shulou changed the plot! Remember Shen Zhuang? Xu Shulou killed him! Lu Beichen is so down on his luck now because she stole his opportunities!”

Projecting his own mindset, he assumed anyone who knew the plot would act the same way, making his deductions without hesitation.

Xu Shulou chuckled and denied it. “I never stole his opportunities.”

Lu Jia turned to Lu Beichen and yelled, “If not for her, you should’ve ruled the world!”

Lu Beichen, of course, didn’t believe him. If anything, he took a step back, as if wary of getting too close to a madman.

“Believe me, it’s true,” Lu Jia insisted urgently. “You were supposed to be the top cultivator of your generation, the first to reach the Tribulation Transcendence stage, the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, with countless followers! A prodigy, renowned far and wide—the Lord of Lingxiao, revered by all!”

Lu Beichen looked at him like he was insane. “And after conquering the world, what did I do?”

“You… you married many wives. Xu Shulou, Xiao Ya, Bai Roushuang, Luo Fusheng—they were all part of your harem.”

Bai Roushuang’s eyes widened as she exchanged a glance with her senior sister, while Luo Fusheng gave Lu Beichen a particularly critical once-over.

“First, I doubt conquering the world would suddenly make these women willing to marry me,” Lu Beichen said, amused. “Second, is that all I did after ruling the world? Your storytelling skills are lacking.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

Lu Beichen thought for a moment. “Did I make the cultivation world a better place?”

Lu Jia scrambled to recall the plot and managed to dredge up one detail. “Uh, yes! If Xu Shulou hadn’t killed Shen Zhuang, he would’ve stood with you during the great drought, helping the common people!”

But Lu Beichen’s expression twisted in disgust. “Shen Zhuang? How could I ever associate with scum like that?”

“Scum? What do you mean? There were others too—Feng Jiuyou, Fan Zhi, Fan Yang…”

Lu Beichen’s face darkened. “Are you insulting me? Every single one of them is trash.”

“Xu Shulou was originally just your concubine!”

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“…”

Lu Jia fell silent, but Lu Beichen suddenly seemed lost in thought. “Maybe. Maybe on some twisted path where I went astray, no one pulled me back. But no matter what, the part about Xu Shulou being my concubine is beyond ridiculous.”

Seeing no hope in Lu Beichen, Lu Jia turned to Bai Roushuang. “And you—if not for Xu Shulou, you would’ve been the rightful wife of Lu Beichen, the ruler of the world…”

Bai Roushuang smirked, as if mocking them.

Lu Jia’s voice trailed off. Even he couldn’t argue that the title of “Elder Bai” was inferior to “Madame Bai.”

He turned to look at Lu Beichen again: "If it weren’t for Xu Shulou, you could have dominated the world! That would be far better than your current downfall!"

"Far better? After marrying Junior Sister Bai, I ended up marrying someone else," Lu Beichen murmured, lost in thought. "That clearly wasn’t the better version of me."

"..." To say something like that—you’re really not a proper harem protagonist.

Xu Shulou had heard enough. She strolled closer and asked, "Soul theft?"

"No, no, not at all!" The two shook their heads like rattles, knowing full well the consequences of admitting to such a crime, even if they weren’t the brightest.

The next moment, Xu Shulou’s palm struck their chests. The two felt themselves floating away—yet strangely, their bodies remained in place. Looking down at their translucent hands, they realized with horror that Xu Shulou had forcibly ejected their souls from their bodies.

Then, a sudden pull yanked them back into their bodies. The experience was like riding a rollercoaster, leaving their legs weak and sending them crashing to their knees before Xu Shulou.

They hadn’t knelt on purpose, but they didn’t dare rise either. Staying in that position, they looked up at her pitifully.

"It was soul theft," Xu Shulou concluded.

The two panicked, their words tumbling out incoherently: "No, no, we’re not bad people!"

"Right! We didn’t even get the chance to do anything!"

Xu Shulou didn’t respond. She merely raised her hand to strike again.

Lu Jia struggled to argue: "We didn’t do anything at all! But you? You changed this world! What right do you have to punish us?"

"Changed the world? Perhaps," Xu Shulou replied softly. "But what of it?"

"What?"

"Do you think this is a better or worse world now?"

In despair, they closed their eyes. The last words they heard were, "It was soul theft, but not by your own will. I’ll spare you this once."

They felt the weakness of their souls being torn away again. When they opened their eyes, they found themselves back at their home computers. Lu Jia was overjoyed for a moment, flailing excitedly until he accidentally nudged the mouse, lighting up the screen.

He saw the forum page still open. Filled with resentment toward Xu Shulou, he typed out a long paragraph—only to delete it bit by bit after calming down.

After some thought, he added the ID of the other transmigrator and sent a message: "Was that not a dream?"

The reply came quickly: "No."

Lu Jia typed another line: "What’s the deal with Xu Shulou?"

The response was nonsensical: "When the two of us were in Sweetwater Town, before the floods came, did we ever think to warn anyone and save them? In Frostless City, did we ever think to warn the Hehuan Sect about their impending massacre?"

Lu Jia found it absurd: "Are you saying Xu Shulou is a good person? A better person than us?"

This time, the dialog box showed "typing" for several minutes before a reply appeared: "Depends on whether you think that’s a better or worse world."

Lu Jia fell silent for a long time, slowly sorting through the plot in his mind. He found his old forum post cursing Xu Shulou, reread it several times, and finally chose to request its deletion.

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