The Abused-Novel Female Lead Holds a Mad Brush - Chapter 17
Chapter 17: Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
What kind of ghost creature was crawling on the ground?
Nobody knew.
Standing beside Xuanyuanzi, chief disciple Liu Ruxiu propped up his chin, attempting to regain his usual dignified bearing as he offered a rigorous response, saying, “It seems to be a disciple?”
It seemed so, right? Liu Ruxiu thought sluggishly.
He wasn’t entirely certain if this kind of mental state belonged to a human.
He still needed to observe further.
On the other side, Daoist Ninggui’s graceful smile froze on her face.
Daoist Master Yuanru’s persona of a “cold, aloof master” slowly cracked.
It was a rare moment where Sect Master Xihe-jun failed to maintain his usual cheerful expression.
Mu Yihe swallowed hard, abandoning his “elegance” for the very first time.
Even Yu Yinglian, who was initially just watching the show, was thoroughly shaken.
Honestly, Yu Yinglian had imagined that this future sixth junior sister—who had caught his eye—might possess some creativity.
But… but…
How could he have anticipated that this future sixth junior sister would be ‘this’ extra?!
If the peak masters and inner disciples above were reacting like this, the disciples seated below were faring no better.
“Pfft—”
“Haha khehehe, the tea you spat out has no temperature. I must be dreaming…”
“Nonsense! Of course it has no temperature! Because he spat it on me, not you!”
“Khehehehe, your dialogue is so funny.”
“Wake up, Senior Brother! Don’t let yourself get twisted into the shape of this junior sister!”
Countless similar remarks echoed across the venue.
Accidentally slipping and falling, hands shaking and dropping teacups, accidentally spitting tea onto the fellow disciple in the front seat… Every single disciple who witnessed this scene felt their minds and souls wildly swaying.
Wildly. Swaying.
Daoist Yiyao was equally dumbfounded.
Just a moment ago, he had intended to debate with Shen Xuezhu and put on his grand elder airs.
Now, he had completely forgotten what he wanted to say, his entire brain occupied by a single tune—
Khehehehehehe!
And it was a freaking moving loop.
Although human joy and sorrow are never truly shared, at this very moment, everyone shared the exact same thought—
Motherfu*ker’s… Our Xihe Sect is noble, elegant, and handed down through a thousand years! What kind of ghost creature has snuck in here?!
“I say… that… Shen Xuezhu.”
Yu Yinglian’s voice trembled as he sent a sound transmission, saying, “This thing—I mean sixth junior sister—no, not junior sister—I mean, is she really going to be my sixth junior sister?”
Yu Yinglian glanced over secretly, only to see Shen Xuezhu slightly knitting his brows, looking somewhat troubled.
Yu Yinglian breathed a sigh of relief, saying, “You’re reconsidering it too, right—”
“Indeed,” Shen Xuezhu said, rubbing the jade bead on his wrist as he calculated.
“Crawling like this will inevitably hurt her hands. I wonder if there is enough Mermaid Silk left in the peak’s rear warehouse, and whether it can cover all of Wangshu Peak…”
“…Wait?”
Yu Yinglian turned pale with fright, saying, “Not only do you not plan to stop her, but you’re going to aid and abet her?!”
Judging by his meaning, Shen Xuezhu actually intended to indulge her in crawling all over the peak?!
Shen Xuezhu asked in wonder, saying, “She has this preference, and it doesn’t harm anyone else. As her senior brother, why should I stop her?”
Shen Xuezhu genuinely felt this was no big deal.
Among the grand illusions of Hongmeng and the three thousand Great Daos, who said one must walk through with elegant poise?
As long as she didn’t break the rules of this trial and refrained from harming others, who cared whether she crawled or walked?
Yu Yinglian had first suffered a heavy blow from Yu Jiaxue, followed by a critical strike from Shen Xuezhu.
Added to that, he couldn’t stop his mind from picturing the scene, accompanied by the echoing laughter of “khehehehehe” in his ears…
Under this triple hit, his whole spirit was completely dazed.
After a long silence, Yu Yinglian swallowed with difficulty, saying, “I admit it. From now on, you are my Eldest Senior Brother.”
If being the Eldest Senior Brother meant enduring all this…
Then he would rather remain a worthless junior brother who didn’t have to think about anything!
Yu Jiaxue had no idea about the storm raging in front of the Water-Moon Mirror.
In fact, when she first made the decision to “crawl,” she had also found it quite difficult.
After all, normal humans were better suited to walking on land with two legs rather than moving on all fours.
Especially since the ground wasn’t entirely smooth, it could easily cut her noble and fragile hands—
That was in the past.
The very moment her hands actually touched the ground, Yu Jiaxue suddenly felt the call of the ancients!
[Ahhhhhhh little ancestor! Aren’t you a fastidious person?!]
[Why can you crawl on the ground with zero psychological burden at all?!]
The system’s near-breakdown voice echoed in her mind.
Yu Jiaxue didn’t panic in the slightest, answering with calm composure, saying, “Because I am Party A.”
(T/N:In Chinese business and internet slang, “Party A” refers to the client, the investor, or the boss in a contractual relationship. Calling herself “Party A” is a cultural joke about power dynamics, corporate pragmatism, and shamelessness.)
As a Party A boss, Yu Jiaxue held extremely high standards for herself, maintaining elegance and agility at all times—the so-called “pretending to be cool like the wind, always by my side.”
—Under normal circumstances, that is.
Elegance is precious, but flexing is higher.
If it’s for the sake of success, both can be discarded!
This was the true spirit of Party A!
Take right now, for instance: she was nearly incapable of walking.
Who needed “elegance”? Who needed “poise”?
Securing final victory was what mattered most!
System, saying, […]
System, saying, [As expected of you! Party A boss!]
Yu Jiaxue didn’t know whether the system was convinced, but she had already convinced herself with this absurd logic.
Especially in the flash of lightning as Yu Jiaxue bent her body down, she suddenly realized that the frost blades, wind swords, ice, and firemen on the Hongmeng Scroll always aimed precisely above the waist, reaching at lowest down to the lower abdomen.
Yu Jiaxue guessed that the elder who designed this trial must be a man, which was why he so carefully avoided those areas, unable to bear inflicting fatal strikes below the belt.
Heh, men.
This elder certainly hadn’t expected that his inexplicable leniency toward his fellow male brethren would give her a loophole to exploit!
Thinking of this, Yu Jiaxue’s joy knew no bounds, and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
However, because she was currently crawling on the ground, what should have been a normal laugh suddenly lowered and shifted pitch, forming a bizarre sound—
“Khehehehehehe!”
“Khehehehehe, I knew you couldn’t outclimb me, ahaha khehehehehe—”
Pei Tianming was currently having a tough time blocking fireballs.
Spiritual energy was sealed within the Hongmeng Scroll, and no talismans were allowed.
One could only rely on footwork positioning and endurance to dodge attacks.
The three thousand Hongmeng steps held countless dangers, which often struck unexpectedly.
The further one went, the harder it became.
Pei Tianming was the youngest in the Pei family.
His parents were loving, and his siblings were friendly.
Though the Pei family couldn’t be considered a top cultivation clan, they lacked for nothing.
Grown up doted on since childhood in a happy, harmonious environment, Pei Tianming had no psychological issues whatsoever.
But this also led to a small flaw in his character—
He couldn’t endure hardship.
This was also why Pei Tianming kept blabbering about “wanting to roam the world” yet refused to go to the Wushang Sword Sect, universally acknowledged as the number one sect in the cultivation world.
Being a sword cultivator was way too bitter! Poor and bitter—why on earth would anyone become a sword cultivator!
Pei Tianming spun around awkwardly to dodge a thunderball that suddenly appeared on his left.
The edge of the thunderball grazed his neck by a hair’s breadth.
A burning pain surged over, accompanied by a trace of paralysis that rendered him momentarily immobile.
Pei Tianming let out a “hiss” and raised his hand to touch his neck.
Sure enough, a bloody mark scorched by the lightning ball had appeared on his neck, hurting even more at his fingertips’ touch.
Pei Tianming trembled, his face—previously filled with joy—now completely covered in gloom.
By Daoist Jiuyou above, this was only the first stage of the entry trial!
The pampered young master Pei felt miserable, his mind already starting to think that it might be better to just have his family donate a medium-sized mountain peak to Xihe Sect instead.
He certainly couldn’t afford a setup on the scale of the “Seven Peaks,” but having the Pei family donate a lower-middle peak and taking the opportunity to become an outer disciple was still extremely likely.
If he ran into an easygoing elder who felt that he, Pei Tianming, brought wealth in his destiny, perhaps they might even take him in as an inner disciple.
Once this thought popped up, it sprouted and grew wildly like bamboo shoots after rain.
Pei Tianming instantly felt that enduring the trial here was entirely pointless. It was better to just lie flat right now.
Pei Tianming suddenly saw the light!
If something could be solved with money, why do it himself?
Just as he slowly slouched his body, intending to collapse gradually and fall off the Hongmeng Great Dao in a free and elegant posture, a strange laugh suddenly drifted into his ears—
“Khehehehehehe—”
Lowering his head, Pei Tianming happened to lock eyes with the wicked and wild gaze of the person on the ground.
Pei Tianming, saying, “…?!”
The young master Pei, who had originally intended to lie flat, instantly bounced up on the spot like a spinning tractor!
Can somebody please explain to me why there is a person on the ground?!
What happened to “Frost blades, wind swords, fierce fire rain; plucking the moon and moving mountains as heavenly light spills”—why are crawling demons and ghosts spilling out instead?!
He was truly thankful!
