The Abused-Novel Female Lead Holds a Mad Brush - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Beep Beep
The electronic voice in her head made no further sound.
The onlookers had no idea what had transpired, yet they were still immensely excited.
There was, of course, a good reason why everyone was so thrilled.
Ye Jingtian was not only an inner disciple personally taken in by the Sect Master of Wushang Sword Sect, but also a direct descendant of the renowned Ye Family of Jiuyou.
In this vast Eastern Continent, if there were any figures one must never offend, aside from those few high and mighty individuals within their Wushang Sword Sect, it was the Ye Family of Jiuyou that held the greatest prestige in the outside world.
Above stands Ye Jiuyou, below flows the Yellow Springs.
The Ye Family specialized in the path of destiny and souls. Even if speaking of such things with empty words in the mortal realm seemed a bit ethereal and vague, on the path of cultivation, virtually no one was willing to provoke the Ye Family.
After all, they were all cultivators; when it came to tales of “destiny, ghosts, and gods,” they naturally believed in them.
What was more, the “Ye Jiuyou” of each generation was never a title earned in vain. They genuinely guarded the borders of the Ghost Realm, preventing malevolent ghosts from roaming wild, keeping souls from wandering lost, allowing reincarnation to turn continuously, and protecting the mortal realm to flourish for tens of thousands of years.
Because of this monumental merit, the cultivation world had always shown a degree of deference toward the younger generation of the Ye Family.
Not to mention, the person facing him was a member of the Yu Family.
Several outer disciples exchanged subtle glances with one another.
Although they didn’t dare cross the line due to Elder Zhang’s presence, their gossiping hearts simply couldn’t be contained!
After all, if they remembered correctly, the Yu Family had been heavily promoting that an arranged marriage between their family and the Ye Family was imminent.
Junior Sister Yu Xue was an authentic direct descendant of the Yu Family; it was said that an agreement had already been reached, with everyone merely waiting for an auspicious day to make the announcement.
Looking at how things were escalating right now, it seemed a happy occasion was about to turn into a funeral!
Countless thoughts raced through everyone’s minds, but only a few seconds had passed in reality.
With a loud clatter, Yu Jiaxue’s flying sword was knocked down, and everyone’s hearts chilled.
Elder Zhang spoke in a deep, heavy tone, “Cease this foolery!”
When a Nascent Soul cultivator spoke, his aura was extraordinary.
The entire area fell instantly silent, and no one dared to make a sound.
Elder Zhang speaking up at this moment was naturally the result of careful consideration.
After the brief shock earlier, he had seen everything with utmost clarity.
Although Yu Jiaxue’s sword technique possessed not a shred of spiritual energy, the sword intent was cold and imposing, so dazzling that it was by no means the mindset a normal disciple should possess.
Could it be that this Yu Xue had gained a new backer? Or perhaps encountered a fortunate encounter?
Elder Zhang had always been cautious. He said no more, instead sweeping a glance at Ye Jingtian with his eyes, signaling for him to speak first.
As for Ye Jingtian, he had never even entertained the thought that the person before him would dare to strike at him.
After a brief daze, before Yu Jiaxue could speak, he took the lead and said, “You actually dare to strike at me?”
“—Just with the likes of you?”
Ye Jingtian found it utterly unbelievable.
He did not think there was anything terrifying about Yu Jiaxue’s sword.
Just a woman.
Never mind the lack of sword intent; even if she used the sword techniques she had learned at Wushang Sword Sect during this period, with her pathetic cultivation level, she was nothing more than a futile ant before him, a Golden Core cultivator.
Even if he had only recently reached the early stage of Golden Core, it was more than enough to crush her.
She truly overestimated her own capabilities, and how absurd it was.
“Yu Xue, stop using those low-class, disgusting tricks.”
Ye Jingtian frowned, his expression filled with intense disgust, “I will never fall for a cruel and malicious woman like you.”
Elder Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly, harboring his own thoughts.
Seeing everyone’s attention drawn to Yu Jiaxue, Yu Wan’er felt secretly resentful to the extreme.
She bit her lower lip, let out a soft “oh dear,” and gently tugged and shook the hem of Ye Jingtian’s sleeve in small motions.
“Xue’er has always acted so willfully. Her actions just now were merely an impulsive moment, and she certainly meant no offense—I guarantee it on our years of sisterhood. I hope Elder Zhang and Senior Brother Ye can show magnanimity and not blame her.”
When mentioning the word “guarantee,” Yu Wan’er did not forget to raise her fingers toward the sky to swear an oath, looking so worried yet full of righteousness that it instinctively made one feel pity.
Ye Jingtian was indeed moved, “Why are you still speaking up for her at a time like this? You treat her as a sister, but she might not even care about you!”
Yu Jiaxue was immensely shocked by what she heard!
I didn’t even need to pick up the cue, and you two put on a play all by yourselves again?
No, why do you side characters always steal the spotlight like this, and where does that leave me, the main character of this dream world?
Though it was packed with nonsense, Yu Jiaxue couldn’t resist taking a few more glances at Ye Jingtian and Yu Wan’er.
Her current mindset was identical to when she accidentally clicked on a clickbait marketing video.
What weird lines, what a brain-dead plot, she could close her eyes and know what would happen next.
Yet she still wanted to keep watching.
However, Yu Jiaxue had no idea that her silence left room for others present to misunderstand.
Especially Ye Jingtian.
In his eyes.
Yu Jiaxue’s silence was cowardice.
Yu Jiaxue drawing her sword was flying into a rage out of humiliation.
Yu Jiaxue striking out was to draw his attention.
Heh, women, so utterly useless.
Ye Jingtian’s gaze was full of disdain.
He was extraordinarily gifted, the most outstanding among the Ye Family’s younger generation of nephews and sons.
He was destined to leave a name for generations and achieve great deeds; he would never be moved by a vase like her—even if this vase was indeed exceptionally beautiful!
He, Ye Jingtian, would never be bound by his family to marry a malicious, scheming woman he did not love!
Thinking up to this point, Ye Jingtian grabbed the wrist of Yu Wan’er beside him.
A curve formed on Yu Wan’er’s lips, seemingly pleasantly surprised, yet in the next second, she shook her head, slowly pulled her hand back, and signaled, “My sister is still watching.”
“What is she to me.” Ye Jingtian let out a light snort, “Could it be she still wants to strike at me again?”
Everyone’s eyes shifted along with him, returning to Yu Jiaxue once more.
It had to be said that Yu Jiaxue was truly extraordinarily beautiful.
Just by standing quietly in place, her eyelashes fluttering softly, she appeared like a divine maiden of the nine heavens—aloof, noble, and proud, inexplicably prompting a bit of tender affection in people’s hearts.
Everyone held their breath in unison, not daring to step forward lightly, afraid of profaning such a proud, frost-like beauty.
Even Ye Jingtian’s breath hitched.
He couldn’t help but think that if Yu Xue weren’t so malicious and jealous, the Ye Family wouldn’t be unable to accommodate a vase like her.
Little did they know, Yu Jiaxue’s sudden long silence was not the heartbroken sorrow of being abandoned that they had imagined, but because a memory that did not belong to her abruptly surged into her mind.
Her temples throbbed violently, her nerves swelled, and her head felt so dizzy that it seemed ready to explode the next second.
As the memories poured forth, Yu Jiaxue furrowed her brows, realizing that the situation was far from simple.
This wasn’t a dream at all.
She had somehow inexplicably transmigrated.
All these thoughts occurred in a single instant. Yu Jiaxue immediately restrained her previous expression, switched in a second to her external persona, turned to Ye Jingtian with utmost calmness, nodded with immense politeness, and perfunctorily said with practiced sincerity.
“Yes, that’s right, you are absolutely correct. I just want to beat you up one more time.”
Ye Jingtian, “…?”
Wait a minute, what are you saying?
Ye Jingtian had been fully prepared for Yu Jiaxue to either hang her head in silent murmurs or cry out of grievance. Who could have known that the other party would be so polite, and even extend such a sincere…
Agreement to him?!
Suddenly receiving such a sincere reply, Ye Jingtian’s hand holding the sword froze, feeling somewhat bewildered for a moment.
He couldn’t help but repeat the question, “When you raised your sword just now, you really intended to strike at me?”
Otherwise?
If it weren’t for the fact that her memories weren’t clear yet, who would be standing here wasting words with you?
Yu Jiaxue’s face fell, staring at him expressionlessly.
Under normal circumstances, Yu Jiaxue would definitely be too lazy to say another word. But the current situation was special, and confronting them head-on was clearly not a wise choice.
The memories in her mind were still somewhat chaotic; she had to spout some more nonsense to stall for time.
Such a skill was second nature to a corporate slave. Yu Jiaxue let out a soft breath, raised her eyes to look at Ye Jingtian again, and continued to read monotonously without expression.
“Yes! You guessed right! You actually managed to tell that I raised my sword because I wanted to strike! What a monumental feat, truly admirable! My admiration for you flows like a surging river, rolling on endlessly; throughout the ages and across the eight directions, you are truly a rare and uncommon smart person!”
Ye Jingtian, “…”
Yu Wan’er, “…”
Elder Zhang, “…”
The surrounding onlookers, “…Cough.”
Spoken to like this by Yu Jiaxue, the observing disciples suddenly realized that Senior Brother Ye had indeed asked a piece of useless nonsense just now.
And a somewhat brain-dead piece of nonsense at that.
The surrounding disciples exchanged glances, holding back their laughter, their expressions twitching uncontrollably.
As everyone knew, when a person accomplished a very difficult task, the cheers and envy of those around were definitely the icing on the cake.
However, if a minor matter that conformed to physiological rules was brought out to be grandly praised, it became absurd.
For instance, if a two-month-old spirit pet learned to use the toilet at a fixed spot, the cultivator raising it would certainly clap in encouragement and praise it lavishly.
However, if “a two-month-old spirit pet” was replaced with a twenty-year-old young man, this matter… would be left with nothing but comedy.
The scene before them followed the same logic.
Ye Jingtian felt extremely uncomfortable under the gazes of the people around him. When his eyes caught Yu Jiaxue curling up the corners of her mouth, an unknown fire abruptly surged in his heart.
Ye Jingtian had been pampered since childhood. Everyone he interacted with belonged to prominent clans in the cultivation world; when had he ever encountered a miraculous existence like Yu Jiaxue, who completely played outside of any standard playbook?
Flustered and enraged, he wanted to refute and strike back at her, but upon careful reflection, he realized that everything she had said just now consisted entirely of compliments and praise.
He couldn’t even find a suitable angle to attack and refute her.
As a direct descendant of the Ye Family in this generation, when had Ye Jingtian ever suffered such humiliation? He held it in for a long time, only managing to squeeze out a single sentence—
“Yu Xue! How dare you be so presumptuous!”
Yu Jiaxue, who was sorting through her memories, was startled by his sudden roar and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Recalling the series of slanders and belittlements this person had directed at her earlier, malice surged in her heart.
Heh, slandering me, right? Humiliating me, right?
Let me show you who the real ancestor is!
Yu Jiaxue smiled chillingly. Suddenly, her gaze dropped down, filled with deep meaning that caused every male creature present to feel a chill in their lower body.
She gave Ye Jingtian a meaningful look, feigning the original host’s timid and weak demeanor, “Whether I am presumptuous or not is one thing, but as you know, in certain aspects, even if you wanted to be presumptuous, you wouldn’t be able to.”
Ye Jingtian’s scalp tingled from her gaze, and he instinctively retorted, “I’m not—”
“I understand. For that sword strike just now, Senior Brother Ye, you weren’t scared at all. After all, whether it hit or not makes no difference to you. In fact, long before this, you already—what I mean is, since things have reached this point, everyone who understands will understand. If I speak up to this extent and you still don’t get it, then there’s really no need for me to say more.”
“…”
Ye Jingtian panicked and frowned, “What on earth are you talking about?”
This time he had learned to be smart, speaking up before Yu Jiaxue’s next sentence.
Unfortunately, because he was focusing too intently on Yu Jiaxue’s mouth movements, all of Ye Jingtian’s attention was fixed on her. He only focused on watching the lofty, noble girl in front of him, failing to notice that the expressions of several observing disciples around had suddenly become quite strange.
Yu Jiaxue didn’t care about Ye Jingtian’s question at all.
Let the winds blow from all directions; I stand firm and unmoved.
This was the very essence of nonsense literature.
Yu Jiaxue let out a sigh, a trace of vulnerability appearing on her breathtaking face, “It’s precisely because I found out about this matter that you detest me so much. But since things have come to this point, now that everyone knows, I really don’t need to say anything more. After all, explaining is just covering up. You understand it yourself—refusing to see a doctor due to embarrassment is really unacceptable, especially when certain illnesses aren’t treated while you’re young, they will cause irreversible pain when you grow up.”
Under the utterly shocked, tea-spilling gazes of all the disciples, Yu Jiaxue’s delivery grew increasingly smooth.
“Of course, since things have reached this point, it’s useless for me to say more.”
Her tone was heavy with grief, “After all, thousands or tens of thousands of years later, when the universe returns to dust and all things in existence cease to be, we won’t be able to accompany each other in the mortal realm to live freely either. By then, neither you nor I will exist in this world, so what does this little bit of pain you’re feeling right now in the storm count for.”
Ye Jingtian, “…”
Ye Jingtian, “???”
Yu Jiaxue’s words sounded incredibly reasonable at first listen.
Ye Jingtian couldn’t help but savor them carefully, mulling over them word by word, sentence by sentence…
Why couldn’t he comprehend anything at all?
Ye Jingtian was led completely astray by Yu Jiaxue’s train of thought. He was solely focused on pondering Yu Jiaxue’s words from just now, not noticing at all that Yu Wan’er’s expression beside him had suddenly turned strange, nor Elder Zhang’s moment of sudden realization.
Taking advantage of the gap while Ye Jingtian was utterly baffled, Yu Jiaxue seized the opportunity to organize the massive amount of information that had suddenly appeared.
Right at that moment, a burst of static sound came from her mind.
[Angst Novel Romance System 999 is dedicated to serving you!]
[Host, I’m back online after rebooting, don’t do anything yet—]
[…]
[…………]
[………………]
System 999, having just resolved the bug, suffered a pupil earthquake.
A new bug had arrived again; how could it stand still without progressing?
It broke down: [In just a few short minutes, Host, what on earth did you do?!]
It was only a few minutes! Why did you manage to make every single disciple present form the exact same realization—
“So Ye Jingtian actually can’t perform in bed?!”
