Reborn as the Novel’s Villain: Cultivation Lost, Female Leads Take Control - Chapter 93

On the secluded path, the curvaceous Ruan Yuer walked gracefully in her flowing white dress, her long, fair legs carrying her toward Heavenly Heart Lake.

In Purple Cloud Peak, she had the closest relationship with Xue Jinli, and they often spent time together.

After absorbing the opportunities she gained in the Qi Yuan Cave Mansion and mastering the techniques bestowed by her master, her cultivation had improved significantly. Deciding to balance work and leisure, she headed to Heavenly Heart Lake to visit Xue Jinli.

Halfway there, a sudden glint caught her eye, drawing her attention.

“Is that… a sound-recording jade?”

Recognizing the object, Ruan Yuer furrowed her brows slightly and muttered, “It’s probably another thing Third Junior Sister accidentally dropped.”

After all, Xue Jinli’s scatterbrained tendencies were well-known across Purple Cloud Peak.

There was even one incident where she lost an image-recording jade filled with scenes of their master. When the Fifth Junior Sister found it and presented it to their First Senior Sister, Xue Jinli was punished severely, unable to leave her bed for three days after receiving the Azure Mist Sword’s wrath.

“Sigh, I’d better pick it up and return it to her.”

Ruan Yuer landed in front of the jade, bent down to pick it up, and was about to attach it to her waistband when she hesitated.

“Could this have some of Master’s teachings recorded on it?”

It had been a long time since she had heard their master’s guidance in person due to his seclusion. She missed those teachings deeply.

Driven by this longing, Ruan Yuer immersed her consciousness into the sound-recording jade.

“Just one quick listen—then I’ll return it to Third Junior Sister,” she reassured herself.

Soon, her master’s warm, jade-like voice echoed in her ears:

“Wife.”

Ruan Yuer felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The jade almost slipped from her trembling hands, and her fair cheeks instantly turned crimson, as if smeared with rouge.

“Calm down, Yuer. Master wasn’t calling you ‘wife,’” she murmured, patting her heaving chest and taking a deep breath to regain her composure before continuing to listen.

“It sounds so nice, call me that a few more times.”

Wait a second!

This soft, alluring female voice… it sounded so familiar!

It was… the Sect Master’s voice!

Ruan Yuer’s mind conjured up the image of that domineering and seductive figure. Her pupils constricted sharply, her body trembling. She felt as though she had been struck by thunder.

Her master and the Sect Master were secretly a couple!

When had this happened?

Why did she know nothing about it?!

Ruan Yuer’s body trembled uncontrollably. Her gaze dimmed, and her elegant face sank as if a cloud had overshadowed her. Disappointment and sadness filled her heart.

Her chest ached faintly, as though something precious had flown out, leaving a hollow void.

“This… hurts…”

Clutching her chest, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down uncontrollably. She bit her lip, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Master, I thought… if I behaved well enough, if I was obedient enough… But why…”

“Why… did you choose the Sect Master…”

Ruan Yuer felt as if all strength had been drained from her body. She collapsed to the ground, clutching the jade tightly as tears flowed like rain.

After a while, she suddenly remembered where she was—Heavenly Heart Lake. If Xue Jinli saw her like this, she would undoubtedly probe for answers, and Ruan Yuer wouldn’t know how to explain.

After all, if their master hadn’t shared this with his disciples, he clearly didn’t want them to know yet.

As the most obedient Second Disciple, it was her responsibility to keep this secret for him.

Ruan Yuer stood up hastily, wiped away her tears, and glanced at the jade in her hand. Her eyes flickered with indecision.

After a brief moment of thought, she infused her energy into the jade.

The sound-recording jade turned to dust in her palm, which she scattered into Heavenly Heart Lake.

Acting as though nothing had happened, she made her way to Xue Jinli’s Heavenly Heart Pavilion.

However, as she approached, her keen ears caught faint voices coming from within the pavilion.

“Qingqing, hurry and message Master. Tell him to come to the Peachwood Pavilion tomorrow night!”

“Uh… Third Senior Sister, aren’t you being a little too hasty?”

“Stop talking nonsense. I’m doing this for you!”

“No, you’re not. You’re the one who wants to… take a bite of Master!”

“You’re standing there making sarcastic remarks because you’re not the one who has to do it… Fine, I admit it. I do want to ‘eat’ Master. Now hurry up!”

“You’re not strong enough yet. Going to Master now is as good as walking into death.”

“What does that have to do with you? I’m willing to risk it!”

“Humph. When you’re dead or alive, don’t come crying to me!”

“…”

Listening to her two junior sisters’ audacious conversation, Ruan Yuer’s lips parted slightly, her shoulders trembled, and disbelief filled her gaze.

The pain she had just managed to suppress surged back like a tidal wave, nearly choking her.

Even Qingqing had thoughts of betraying their master!

Xue Jinli knew about it but chose to conceal it from her, even conspiring with Qingqing to plan such a betrayal!

Why?!

She had been the second disciple of Purple Cloud Peak!

If anyone had the right to such intentions… it should have been—

A cold expression emerged on Ruan Yuer’s gentle face. Her star-like eyes dimmed, becoming cold and desolate as the night.

She stood quietly outside the pavilion, listening intently to her junior sisters’ plans. Then, without making a sound, she turned and left, as if she had never been there.

At the Northern and Eastern Wilds Border

In the void, floating palaces stood in succession.

These palaces radiated a sinister and eerie demonic aura. Their walls were carved with grotesque demons, terrifying and ferocious, resembling the specters of hell.

In the most ominous palace, a plain-looking youth knelt before the throne, kowtowing as he pleaded:

“Please, Palace Lord, accept me as your disciple!”

“Xiao Ye, have you considered this carefully? You were born as the Son of Destiny, destined for a bright future. But if you become my disciple, Heaven may no longer favor you. From now on, you can only call yourself an envoy of the Holy Hall, with no other glory. Do you truly wish this?”

A voice emanated from the eerie black fog that enveloped the throne.

The fog surged, releasing a suffocating aura of death that spread throughout the hall, as if a malevolent deity was hidden within, exuding fear and inferiority.

“Palace Lord, it was the title ‘Son of Destiny’ that brought me to such a miserable state!”

Xiao Ye gritted his teeth, hatred filling his voice.

“I am willing to become an envoy of the Holy Hall and dedicate my life to it. Please, accept me as your disciple!”

“Good! I was not mistaken about you. You are destined to be an envoy of the Holy Hall. Your light will illuminate the five regions under our dominion!”

“From today onward, you are my only disciple. Since you have yet to achieve merits for the Hall, I can only grant you the Green Badge.”

As the words fell, an oval-shaped badge glowing faint green appeared above Xiao Ye’s head. The back of the badge bore depictions of unnameable sacred beings.

Xiao Ye clutched the badge tightly as if it were a priceless treasure. Lowering his head, he said with excitement:

“Thank you, Master. I will not disappoint you!”

In the Holy Hall, envoys were ranked across seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

The purple badge was the highest honor, held by only five Void Shattering experts in the entire Hall.

Blue badge holders were typically Nascent Soul practitioners, numbering around seventy to eighty.

Green badge envoys were usually in the late Core Formation stage, requiring substantial merit points for advancement.

As a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, Xiao Ye was directly granted the green badge upon becoming the Palace Lord’s disciple.

How could he not be ecstatic?

Even without the Son of Destiny’s halo, he would carve his place in the demonic path!