After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 108
Chapter 108: Afraid She’ll Eat Yours, and You Won’t Have Enough
A month later.
Jiang Niannian felt that Yin Buqi had been a little distant from her lately.
He used to cling to her like he couldn’t bear to be apart for a single moment, but recently, not only did he stop sticking to her, but even their dual cultivation sessions had drastically decreased.
Every day, he was either at the God Temple handling important matters or locking himself up in the library, poring over texts.
“You think there’s a problem in your relationship?” Hu Feishuang sat in Jiang Niannian’s courtyard, dressed in luxurious robes. The jade hairpins on her snow-white wrists chimed softly as she cracked open a handful of roasted melon seeds fried with snake gall.
Her beautiful, dark eyes flickered mischievously as she asked, “Do you think he’s fooling around outside? I’ve noticed he’s been going out of Qingqiu a lot lately.”
Jiang Niannian was protective of him. “That’s impossible. Don’t talk nonsense. Buqi isn’t that kind of person.”
Xiao Qi was pouring tea for them—top-quality immortal tea, the kind ordinary cultivators couldn’t even dream of tasting. Yet, the young master sent it to Fangfei Courtyard as if it cost nothing.
Hu Feishuang spat out a melon seed shell and continued, “Oh, don’t worry. What problem between Dao partners can’t be solved with dual cultivation? If once isn’t enough, then twice—just make sure to tire him out until he’s completely at your mercy.”
Just listen to this—could these words really come from the noble and dignified Goddess of Qingqiu?
This kind of lewd talk sounded more like something you’d hear from a brothel courtesan than from someone of her status.
Jiang Niannian’s hand trembled in shock, dropping a few melon seeds onto the ground. “Where did you even learn to talk like this?”
“From those storybooks I borrowed from you.” Hu Feishuang sighed. “Back when the old palace master was still around, I had to either study etiquette or recite the Women’s Precepts every day—I was bored to death.”
Then she leaned in close to Jiang Niannian’s ear and whispered, “I already finished The Pure-Hearted Duck-Head and the Scheming Immortal Lord that I borrowed last time. I’m here today to get a new one.”
Jiang Niannian: “…If the old palace master knew what you’ve become, he’d probably be so furious he’d flip the lid off her coffin.”
“Well, they do say you take after those you associate with,” Hu Feishuang replied. “But if you’re really worried, why not just sneak over and see what he’s up to?”
Jiang Niannian was about to say something, but after opening her mouth, she closed it again.
Then she stood up, grabbed Hu Feishuang, and left Fangfei Courtyard, leaving Xiao Qi behind.
God Temple.
Yin Buqi sat inside the hall, leaning against his chair with an impatient expression.
Before him, several subordinates twisted in agony, struggling in pain, only to explode into bloody mist the next second.
The Qingqiu death guards were already accustomed to such sights and continued reporting the intelligence they had gathered, leaving no detail out.
“Young Master, with deliberate investigation and the help of wandering cultivators, we have confirmed that the last known location of Yin Ci and Wen Shili’s bodies was in Buzhou City. Additionally, according to rumors, in thirty days, the renowned merchant house Linlang Pavilion will be hosting an auction there, and the highlight of the event is said to be a long-lost technique—Silk Marionette Art.”
Hearing this, Yin Buqi frowned.
Lately, he had been scouring the library for ancient texts, searching for the true meaning of death and rebirth to unravel the mystery of Nether Evil Resentment Seed. In doing so, he had inadvertently stumbled upon a forbidden technique—the Silk Marionette Art.
This technique required sacrificing lifespan and soul to manipulate spectral beings. The backlash was severe, but the specifics of its execution were not recorded.
Based on his clues, he suspected that the person who manipulated Shen Susu in Qinghe Town, lured Jiang Ziyou to Wuchang Mountain, and took Yin Ci’s body amid the chaos was all the same person. If that were true, the Silk Marionette Art would be their most valuable asset—they wouldn’t simply auction it off.
That meant the auctioned item was likely a trap—someone else in the know was using this event to lure the mastermind out.
That suited him just fine.
As Yin Buqi pondered, his red eyes lifted, scanning the attendants nearby. He plucked a few from the group and, with a flick of his black robe, killed them without changing his expression.
When Jiang Niannian and Hu Feishuang arrived at the God Temple, this was the scene they walked in on.
“Tsk tsk, just look at your husband,” Hu Feishuang whispered, peering in from the back door.
“Killing people like it’s nothing—definitely has the makings of a domestic abuser.”
Jiang Niannian thought back to how she had kicked Yin Buqi off the bed last night and let out a dry laugh.
“I don’t think so… maybe he’s just going through menopause.”
She spoke softly, but Yin Buqi still caught her words and immediately turned his gaze to her. “Nian nian, why are you here?”
Jiang Niannian made a move to leave. “I’ll head back, then.”
But Yin Buqi stretched out a hand. “Come here.”
The death guards and attendants all lowered their heads, too afraid to look but too curious to resist sneaking a glance.
Jiang Niannian had barely taken a step before Yin Buqi pulled her onto his lap.
The once-fierce Hu Feishuang, who had just accused Yin Buqi of being a dog outside, suddenly sat cautiously beside them, utterly silent.
Yin Buqi wrapped an arm around Jiang Niannian’s waist, rubbing his head against her shoulder, his brows arched in a smirk. “It’s been two hours since I last saw you. I missed you.”
“Clang!” A sword clattered to the ground.
“Clang! Clang! Crack—” And then more weapons followed, one after another.
The newly recruited death guards desperately shoved their eyeballs back into their sockets. Did they see that right? Was that really their cold-blooded, merciless master?!
So this was the legendary Jiang girl their young master kept hidden away?!
Oh heavens, what in the world was happening?!
The veteran death guards, on the other hand, scoffed at the new recruits’ reactions.
Hah, amateurs!
They had seen this kind of thing too many times to count.
Hu Feishuang rolled her eyes from the side.
And you call this a relationship problem??? Are you two messing with me?!
Yin Buqi, satisfied with his nuzzling, finally lifted his head and took out an oil-paper package from his sleeve, handing it to Jiang Niannian with a playful smile. “I went out today and brought you some Sedge Cakes. I kept them warm with spiritual energy—eat them while they’re hot.”
That smile, with its seven parts charm, made Jiang Niannian’s heart skip a beat, making her completely forget why she had come here in the first place.
She loved sweets, and Sedge Cakes were filled with honeyed syrup made from goldenfruit, a delicacy that didn’t grow in Qingqiu and had to be brought from outside.
He remembered she liked them.
Jiang Niannian’s heart warmed as she took the package, only to find there were two portions inside.
“Why so much? I can’t finish all this.”
It was only then that Yin Buqi seemed to notice Hu Feishuang’s presence. He glanced at her and said, “One is for her.”
“Oh, I see.”
Yin Buqi gazed at Jiang Niannian, his handsome face filled with tender affection.
“I was afraid she’d eat yours, and you wouldn’t have enough.”
Hu Feishuang silently gave a middle finger in her heart: Alright, I get it. I’m just an extra here.
