The Abused-Novel Female Lead Holds a Mad Brush - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Beep
“Yu Xue, how could you be so vicious!”
A furious shout roared near her ears, followed by an annoying stir of noise all around. It was chaotic and jumbled, making it impossible to hear what they were saying, only filling one with immense irritation.
Yu Jiaxue’s eyebrows twitched.
Perhaps because she was in a dream, her eyes were somewhat difficult to pry open, leaving her unable to see the scene before her clearly.
That voice continued, “Not only did you harm… but you even tried to frame your own blood relative!”
To be fair, this male voice was quite energetic and didn’t sound terrible.
It was just the content of these words…
Yu Jiaxue took a deep breath.
Being yelled at for no reason inside a dream—her patience was rapidly running thin.
“…This woman is shameless and malicious; she is simply beyond redemption!”
With a bang, Yu Jiaxue’s last remaining thread of sanity snapped.
Maybe it was because she was dreaming, but her vision remained blurry. Yet that couldn’t suppress the rage surging in her heart.
She had finally gotten to sleep peacefully, and someone actually dared to interrupt her good dream by cursing at her like this?
Yes, Yu Jiaxue was absolute certain this was a dream, because no one in the real world would ever get her name wrong.
“Yu Xue” sounded very artistic, carrying a melancholic, romance-novel vibe that was quite pleasant to the ear.
But replacing it with “Yu Jiaxue” made it entirely different.
Yu Jiaxue sounded like sleet—rain mixed with snow.
A wild storm blended with a blizzard, lacking any previous sadness or sentimentality, turning instead into something cold and ruthless, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves.
Miserable winds and bitter rain sadden people; better that the violent storm watches me kill.
As the noise around her grew louder, the corners of Yu Jiaxue’s mouth slowly curled up, the smile on her face revealing a chilling coldness.
If someone familiar with Yu Jiaxue saw this, they would know that someone was about to suffer terribly.
After all, Yu Jiaxue had never been a person of good temper.
“Quiet as a salted fish, chaotic as a Husky”—this phrase suited Yu Jiaxue perfectly.
As everyone knew, in the canine world, you could mess with anyone except a Siberian Husky.
Because when they went crazy, they truly ignored all consequences. Whatever was in front of them, they dared to tear it apart.
By the same token, Yu Jiaxue was also an existence that granted people a fresh start in life.
As a formidable force who could press someone’s head into a bowl of soup without batting an eye when encountering a groper at a dinner party, beneath Yu Jiaxue’s noble and cold exterior lay a restless heart like that of a Husky.
On normal days, she could be a slacking-off salted fish with nothing to do. However, once someone crossed her, Yu Jiaxue would surely let them know what it meant for heaven and earth to collapse before she ever let them off.
To put it nicely, she was competitive; to put it bluntly…
She was a bit inclined to flex and act cool.
Yet it was precisely this spirit that allowed Yu Jiaxue to reach the top of her industry.
Just like at this moment, even in a dream, Yu Jiaxue had no intention of forgiving the other party.
What a joke. If she were to be bullied inside her own dream, how could she face herself as a human being if word got out?
The System lurking in the shadows to observe the host, “…”
This current host seemed a bit strange.
Not sure yet, let’s keep watching.
The System was busy handling the spacetime glitch caused by the sudden transmission and failed to notice the intent to kill quietly rising beneath Yu Jiaxue’s seemingly calm exterior.
While trying to open her eyes, Yu Jiaxue stealthily felt around her side with her hand, searching for a suitable crime… well, self-defense tool.
Yu Jiaxue did all this completely justified.
It was her dream anyway.
Just as Yu Jiaxue’s murderous intent was escalating, a sweet and soft voice emerged like an oriole’s song, full of delicate innocence, “Senior Brother Ye, I am fine. Don’t blame Xue’er anymore. I believe Xue’er didn’t do it on purpose either.”
Goosebumps broke out all over Yu Jiaxue, making her almost lose her grip on the long digital tablet her right hand had just found.
Her mind was completely filled with a single word.
—Retribution!
She must have read too many web novels on Jinjiang novel sites while slacking off during meetings, which was why heaven was punishing her by making her dream of such a trashy melodrama!
Relying on the reading volume she had accumulated, even without opening her eyes, Yu Jiaxue could guess what would happen next.
Sure enough, before the female voice could finish, an indignant young male voice interrupted her.
“Junior Sister Wan’er, I think you are just too gentle and soft-hearted, which is why this malicious and lowly person dares to humiliate you so! Using such methods is truly sickening…”
Very good.
Yu Jiaxue lowered her head, verified the weight of the object in her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled up even higher.
Her smile was breathtakingly beautiful, softening the sharpness of her brows like melting ice and snow. Even Ye Jingtian, whose eyes had been fixed on Yu Wan’er the whole time, couldn’t help but lower his voice significantly.
Disgust was disgust.
However, whether it was Ye Jingtian or Yu Wan’er, they had to admit that Yu Xue was extraordinarily beautiful.
Her beauty required no atmosphere to enhance it; simply standing there, she was the definition of “beauty” itself.
With jade-like grace and an immortal spirit, ethereal and stunning, like a divine maiden descending from the nine heavens.
Not knowing which disciple couldn’t hold it in, a small whisper drifted out, “A beauty indeed, yet…”
Yet she had to hang herself on a single “leaf”!
In that brief moment of distraction, Elder Zhang of the Wushang Sect, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, finally arrived. He frowned slightly, and a disciple beside him immediately shouted, “Silence! No noise allowed near the Sword-Washing Pool!”
The surrounding disciples held their breath.
Elder Zhang had a stern and conservative personality. He was the elder managing the Hall of Discipline in the Wushang Sect, and every disciple harbored a sense of dread toward him.
In the silence, the young male voice spoke again, his tone unwilling, “Uncle-Master Zhang, this is not our fault. It is clearly this woman who is malicious at heart. First, she intentionally tried to seduce me, and after failing, she attempted to harm Junior Sister Wan’er.”
“Such an wretched creature is completely unfit to be a disciple of our Wushang Sect!”
Elder Zhang sighed, “Jingtian, whether she is fit or not is not up to you to decide.”
Ye Jingtian frowned, “Uncle-Master Zhang!”
Elder Zhang’s tone was familiar, carrying the indulgence of looking at his own child, “Jingtian, everything must be done according to sect rules.”
Yu Jiaxue, who was gripping her weapon tightly, “…”
A question mark slowly floated up in her mind.
Good grief.
She was still thinking about how rare she should cook these people, and yet they were already putting on a performance by themselves?
Not to brag, but everyone present was merely a person in her dream.
Even so, they dared to slander her repeatedly right in front of her, the master of this dream world?
She couldn’t even stand this kind of grievance in real life!
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Her sanity had completely collapsed. Taking advantage of the fact that she was dreaming, Yu Jiaxue decided to launch a bloodbath!
This thought acted like a spell, parting layers of dense mist. Yu Jiaxue finally saw clearly what was in her hand—
It was a sword.
An antique long sword.
Yu Jiaxue’s trance lasted for a mere 0.00001 seconds before she continued her plan with even more passionate eyes, an even more excited expression, and even smoother, more fluid movements.
Relying on her sharp hearing—honed since childhood by dodging the footsteps of her parents and teachers—she pinpointed the target’s position with absolute precision. Almost the instant the location was confirmed, Yu Jiaxue snapped her head up and threw the object in her hand straight out like a divine gift!
“Sword, come!”
A gust of wind whipped past their ears as something seemed to tear through the air.
Ye Jingtian snapped back to reality and instinctively tried to dodge.
Seeing his movement, Yu Jiaxue flew into a rage, “Don’t you dare move!”
What a joke! Hitting you is hitting you; how dare you dodge?
Did her dignity as the master of this dream mean nothing?
Ye Jingtian was stunned by the shout.
He had never seen Yu Xue like this before.
Caught by the gaze of her eyes, his heart suddenly softened, and he actually instinctively dispersed his spiritual power.
The observing disciples, “…”
Eh? Why are you suddenly being so obedient?
Before they could figure it out, they were awed by the momentum of Yu Jiaxue’s sword strike.
The opening stance of this sword strike was extraordinary.
As it sliced through the air, it surged like splitting bamboo, brimming with thunderous wrath, carrying an unstoppable courage that could block ten thousand men. It struck down like a torrential storm, and where the blade pointed, it seemed like the first flash of a flying swan, the initial creation of the universe.
Even the elders of the Supreme Sword Sect, knowledgeable as they were, couldn’t help but be shaken. They held back their scolding words and widened their eyes slightly.
The disciples watched with jaw-dropping astonishment, countless doubts blooming in their hearts within a split second.
Wasn’t Yu Xue supposed to be gentle, timid, and dislike practicing the sword?
Wasn’t Yu Xue supposed to have her heart set on Senior Brother Ye, refusing to marry anyone else?
A long-faced disciple witnessed the entire scene, his eyes wide open.
Reason stopped him from stepping forward, but his body involuntarily leaned far ahead, trying to see Yu Jiaxue’s movements clearly.
Speaking of which, this was his first time seeing the legendary “Wooden Beauty Yu,” yet he felt this Junior Sister Yu was completely different from the rumors.
She was wearing the outer disciple uniform, yet unlike her usual weak and helpless appearance, this dull gray disciple uniform didn’t hide her radiance at all. Instead, it accentuated her divine grace and jade-like posture, her snow-like character and proud bones.
She slightly raised her chin, standing cold and pristine like frost and snow…
The long-faced Senior Brother’s mind went blank.
Wait a minute, wasn’t she swinging a sword just now?!
Where is the sword?!
He looked closely.
Junior Sister Yu Xue herself was indeed standing in place, leaning forward, but the sword in her hand had long since flown straight out at a bizarre angle following her unusual posture.
Help, what kind of new sword technique style is this?
This Junior Sister Yu seems to be pull off something he couldn’t understand at all.
The long-faced disciple was utterly bewildered.
He had no talent for the path of the sword, but relying on years of experience, he could tell that if the sword kept going like this, the point of the blade was probably aimed right at that inner disciple Ye Jingtian’s… lower body!
The long-faced disciple gasped in horror, reconfirming the direction of the blade over and over, letting out a silent ‘whoa’ in his heart.
Junior Sister Yu Xue really wants to castrate Senior Brother Ye Jingtian!
Although something felt off, at least his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
Wait, isn’t everything about this off?!
Stunned into a daze for a moment, numerous outer disciples almost simultaneously screamed in excitement in their hearts, wishing they could pull out a Recording Stone to record the scene live.
The Wooden Beauty pulls out a flying sword, her momentum swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger—
Help! Is this live performance really something they can watch without spending spirit stones???
[?!]
[Where on earth did you learn that posture???]
An electronic voice suddenly popped up in her head, but Yu Jiaxue wasn’t surprised at all.
In a dream, anything was possible.
She pulled her hand back and answered with utter calm, “From a textbook.”
Upon receiving the answer, the System was completely baffled.
It didn’t even care to resolve the spacetime bug and immediately went to flip through the original novel.
Did the original novel After I Died, They Went Crazy really have this plot?
[Wait a second.]
After reading through the original work again in the electronic sea, the System finally found the key point and felt an ominous premonition rise.
[Which book did you learn it from?]
“From the Chinese literature textbook, of course.”
Yu Jiaxue answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “Isn’t this the exact posture Runtu used to pitchfork the Zha?”
Her nine-year compulsory education was mastered exceptionally well!
(T/N: Runtu”and the “Zha” (a badger-like wild animal) come from (Youthful Runtu), a famous short excerpt from Lu Xun’s classic 1921 short story My Old Home (故乡). Because this text has been a mandatory reading requirement in China’s nine-year compulsory education curriculum for decades, virtually every Chinese student visualizes the exact same iconic scene: a young boy named Runtu standing under a moonlight night in a watermelon patch, holding a steel pitchfork, ready to stab a stealing animal (the Zha).
So in the Novel when Yu Jiaxue realizes she is holding a sword, she doesn’t use standard Xianxia grace or sword technique. Instead, she leans forward and hurls it straight out like a peasant throwing a pitchfork to hunt a wild animal…something like this..)
