Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control

Within the Purple Cloud Hall, Ji Hongluan gazed at Xu Yang with her captivating eyes, her voice carrying a playful plea:

“Husband, since I’ve given you the token, can I make a small request?”

‘As long as it’s not about belonging to you alone, anything’s fine…’

Xu Yang felt like he was being offered a ready-made “wife” for free. He stared at Ji Hongluan and asked, “What is it, dear wife?”

“Give me a kiss—a proper one, the kind that drowns a person. And it has to be heartfelt!”

Ji Hongluan’s lashes fluttered, and her voice carried a mix of shyness and expectation.

Heartfelt?

Xu Yang didn’t bother with banter. If a gentleman must choose between words and actions, actions always spoke louder.

He stepped forward, gently holding Ji Hongluan’s face in his hands. Her skin was impossibly smooth, like the petals of a delicate flower, stirring a rare sense of tenderness in his heart.

Just as he was about to lean in, her teasing, sultry voice whispered in his ear, “If it’s going to be heartfelt, it has to touch here, doesn’t it?”

Oh, so that’s what she meant by heartfelt!

Without hesitation, Xu Yang lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

Feeling Ji Hongluan’s eager reciprocation, Xu Yang chose not to resist her attempts to leave her mark on him. After all, relationships required some give and take. Sometimes, letting her take the lead wasn’t a bad thing.

However, his plan to feign passivity took an unexpected turn.

Rip!

Ji Hongluan bit his lip, drawing blood. The metallic tang seeped into their kiss, her eyes glimmering with an unrestrained sense of delight.

Xu Yang instinctively pulled back, covering his mouth as he glared at her in feigned anger.

“Are you part dog or something?!”

“Husband, of course, I belong to you.”

Ji Hongluan licked her lips as though savoring a delicacy, her gaze lingering on Xu Yang’s lips with an almost predatory glint. To her, his blood was no less than a divine elixir, far surpassing the allure of any spiritual treasures.

‘Part dog? Belong to me? So… I just called her a dog myself?’

Xu Yang was left speechless, his retort backfiring on himself.

“And this is what you call heartfelt?”

Ji Hongluan tilted her head, her tone filled with mock grievance as she pouted.

“What, it wasn’t heartfelt enough for you? Or are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?”

Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came in quick bursts.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant…”

Xu Yang felt like he had completely lost control of the situation.

Ji Hongluan broke into a soft giggle.

“Look at you, acting so clueless. If I stick around you too long, I’m worried I might lose some brain cells.”

“… I am not clueless,” Xu Yang muttered, his pride taking a hit.

“Alright, I’ve had my fun. I should get going. Husband, if you miss me, don’t forget to send me a message. And don’t even think about not missing me!”

Ji Hongluan stood, straightening her slightly disheveled robes as she prepared to leave the hall.

“Fairy… I mean, dear wife, aren’t you going to accompany me to Heavenly Thunder Peak?”

Xu Yang’s tone grew serious.

He was planning to deal with the issue of Wanjun, a peak leader corrupted by demonic influence. However, Wanjun was no ordinary elder—he was the leader of Heavenly Thunder Peak, a prominent branch of the Qingming Sect with many followers.

If Xu Yang acted alone, it could easily be misinterpreted as a personal vendetta. Having Ji Hongluan, the sect master, present as a witness would save him from unnecessary disputes and accusations of abuse of power.

“Dear wife? Hmm, I like the sound of that. Keep calling me that from now on!”

Ji Hongluan smiled mischievously, her earlier intensity fading into playful charm.

“Is that what you got from what I said?”

Xu Yang sighed inwardly.

“Don’t worry. Do what needs to be done. I, as your sect master and wife, grant you full authority. Even if you tear the heavens apart, I’ll stand behind you without hesitation!”

With a dramatic wave of her sleeve, Ji Hongluan sauntered out of the hall, her voice filled with confidence.

“As you command, dear wife.”

Xu Yang’s lips twitched as he responded reflexively, watching her figure disappear into the distance.

Meanwhile, near the Heavenly Heart Lake…

Ji Hongluan, instead of leaving entirely, descended toward a quiet area near the lake. She surveyed her surroundings carefully before placing a recording orb in a conspicuous spot by the lake.

“Everyone knows that Rascal Jinli can’t keep secrets. Once she finds this, it’ll spread like wildfire!”

Ji Hongluan chuckled to herself, her expression smug.

“With this, my position as Xu Yang’s wife will be firmly established. If anyone dares covet him again, I’ll personally ensure they face the consequences!”

Satisfied, Ji Hongluan bit her lip, gazing toward the Purple Cloud Hall in the distance. After a long moment of contemplation, she transformed into a streak of purple light, leaving the peak behind.

Back in the Purple Cloud Hall, Xu Yang stared at the token Ji Hongluan had left him. The significance of this token wasn’t lost on him—it was a symbol of the sect master’s authority, passed down through generations.

With it, he held command over the entire sect, even the secluded Grand Elders.

Holding it felt surreal.

“Is this what it means to eat soft rice hard?” Xu Yang murmured to himself, shaking his head.

“Wanjun has caused enough chaos. It’s time to put an end to him. But first…”

Xu Yang’s thoughts turned to Jinli, who had suffered at Wanjun’s hands. She deserved justice, and this was as much for her as it was for the sect.

With a swift motion, he left the hall, disappearing into the void like a shadow.

Moments later, he stood before the Heavenly Heart Lake, preparing to enter. However, a faint commotion from inside caught his attention.

“Qing’er, what kind of terrible idea is this?!”

“How is it terrible? It’s brilliant!”

“My butt’s been torn to pieces, and you say it’s brilliant?!”

“Well, it’s cute when it’s small too…”

“Qing’er! You’re asking for it!”