The Transmigrated Male Lead Confessed to Me - Chapter 22 (Part 1)

Perhaps due to force of habit, Su Zhen, when faced with the choice between asking and remaining silent, unhesitatingly chose the latter.

Once the other person returned to his usual self, she calmly resumed explaining the spell that had been left unfinished earlier.

Xiao Yu listened intently, occasionally asking a few minor questions.

After finishing her explanation, Su Zhen clapped her hands, saying, “Alright, if there are no further questions, Senior, then I’m off to argue with my master.”

“…You still need to go see him?”

Su Zhen shook her head, “Senior has taught me, so I must teach Senior in return. That’s why I was ignoring him before. But now that we’re done—Tsk, I’m not afraid of him. We’ve argued plenty of times.”

However, those were all from her past life.

Xiao Yu slowly nodded.

From his expression, he probably didn’t approve of her behavior.

However, he still didn’t say a word.

If he had tried to stop her, regardless of his reasons, Su Zhen might have found it tedious.

But as he stayed silent, she found herself inexplicably in a slightly better mood.

Su Zhen curved her lips slightly, “…Just joking. I’m actually heading out on a long journey, so I need to let him know.”

With that, she took off and flew straight to the mountain peak. Arriving at the familiar courtyard, she pushed the door open and walked inside.

It was late at night, the midsummer evening breeze was stifling and hot, and the shadows of trees swayed across the courtyard.

On a stone bench by the trees, a girl in a red dress was covering her face, crying.

Liu Yunyao was not the quiet, reserved type; her crying wasn’t silent, either, with loud sobs as she wept.

The silk handkerchief in her hand was soaked, looking as if it could be wrung out.

Beside her stood a tall, slender figure.

Yuchen Xianzun was, as always, dressed in white, standing in the shadows under the tree. Mixed layers of leaves and flowers cast fragmented patterns of shadow on his refined face.

He turned his head, his exquisitely sculpted brows held an air of gloom, and he looked rather displeased.

Su Zhen was all too familiar with that expression.

This guy was definitely going to lecture her.

Su Zhen preempted him by saying, “I’m leaving the mountain. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone—maybe a few days, maybe months, or even years. According to sect rules, I’m reporting to the head to prevent any misunderstanding where I get mistaken as a traitor and a bounty is put on me.”

Since the timing was uncertain, she figured it would be best to avoid unnecessary trouble by giving notice.

By the time she returned from this journey, she would likely have completed her training and would finally be rid of these entanglements.

Su Zhen didn’t want to say more and turned to leave.

“…Zhen’er.”

A voice restrained with anger came from behind her.

Su Zhen didn’t stop walking.

She could guess what he was about to say, perhaps reprimanding her for using that memory technique on her junior sister, or criticizing her recklessness in disregarding her junior sister’s frail health, and so on.

In her past life, she’d let it slide, but this time, she knew about Liu Yunyao’s bloodline—yes, she bore a wicked curse, but that so-called weakness was pure nonsense.

Of course, he was probably also worried she might “harm” her junior sister and risk exposing her demon nature.

“…Who were you with just now?”

Su Zhen had already reached the door but paused when she heard this.

She turned around.

The young man in white stepped a few paces out from the shade of the trees, his brows furrowed and his dark eyes, suffused with moonlight, showed a cold glint despite the faint shimmer overlaying them.

“…Is that any of your business?”

Su Zhen initially intended to mock him a bit more, but seeing Liu Yunyao, she suddenly lost the mood.

“Since my honored master has free time, instead of prying into my personal affairs, perhaps you should ask what your dear disciple said to me earlier. I was almost killed, yet I’m the one here with no regard for fellowship.”

Su Zhen said with a bit of annoyance, “It seems that Junior Sister believes I should have just let Zhou Ziheng slaughter me—that would be truly noble and loyal.”

“Enough.”

Yuchen Xianzun interrupted her wearily, “Yunyao realized she’d misspoken, and it made her deeply upset.”

As he finished speaking, he moved his fingers slightly, and a silencing barrier materialized in mid-air, blocking off Liu Yunyao’s side.

“Your junior sister has barely reached the Qi Refining stage. Her soul is weak, and yet you used that memory spell on her—”

“Can’t Master tell if her soul is injured or not?”

“Indeed.”

Yuchen Xianzun said gravely, “You didn’t truly harm her. Your spell was perfectly crafted and precise, but for you to casually use such high-level mental techniques, have you considered—”

Su Zhen cut him off directly, “No.”

What was he trying to say?

Did I consider if my junior sister would be injured?

If Liu Yunyao were a regular human cultivator, there might indeed be such a risk.

But a half-demon’s soul was a different matter entirely.

Su Zhen only felt disgusted. “Why would I need to consider her?”

Yuchen Xianzun furrowed his brows, “When did I ever say that?”

Su Zhen sneered, “Oh? So, what did Master actually want to say?”

He looked at her intently, “You’ve mastered that technique. It’s fine, but don’t use it recklessly in the future, or it could lead to trouble.”

Su Zhen understood.

Though traditional cultivation techniques could achieve similar effects, her method did indeed contain certain demonic elements—she had borrowed ideas from demon cultivators and modified them herself.

Otherwise, with her current cultivation level, she wouldn’t have been able to wield it so effortlessly.

Su Zhen narrowed her eyes. “What, Master? Have you seen it somewhere before?”

This technique wasn’t exactly a true demonic art, but for him to recognize it merely by observing Liu Yunyao’s condition could mean only one thing.

…He must have mastered the original demonic technique she had adapted!

So, what he really meant was whether she had considered that using techniques from the demonic sect might expose her.

As soon as the words were spoken, they both fell silent.

Su Zhen was a bit surprised.

She had always thought he wasn’t interested in things like that.

Su Zhen raised an eyebrow, “Do you also have a demonic contract mark on you?”

Yuchen Xianzun tilted his head, “Also?”

Su Zhen: “……”

It didn’t matter.

She didn’t have one now, anyway.

“There’s nothing of that sort.”

Yuchen Xianzun said tiredly, “Forget it. I can’t control you, but it’s fine to look into techniques—don’t go any deeper, or you’ll reach a point of no return.”

Su Zhen lowered her gaze. “Thank you for the reminder, Master.”

She was fully aware.

She hadn’t regretted it in her previous life, either.

As he spoke, Yuchen Xianzun glanced at Liu Yunyao. She had stopped crying, but because of the silencing barrier, she couldn’t hear the conversation between her master and her senior sister.

He removed the barrier and instructed his young disciple to apologize.

Liu Yunyao stood up. “I’m sorry, Senior Sister. I shouldn’t have said that. I was speaking carelessly in front of Senior Brother, and he went to trouble you because of it.”

Su Zhen remained silent.

“…Let’s not bring up Fifth Brother. As for this matter with Senior Brother, you weren’t wrong.”

Liu Yunyao murmured, “I was too hypocritical. I only asked for your help because of my relationship with him. I didn’t think about how you’d feel, Senior Sister. If you weren’t so skilled, you might really have been hurt.”

“He doesn’t have that ability.”

Su Zhen said impatiently, “You’re done talking, right? Good, then I’m leaving.”

Just as Su Zhen was about to step through the door, she found it wouldn’t open. On closer inspection, she realized the barrier around the courtyard had been activated, preventing anyone inside from leaving.

Su Zhen sighed where she stood.

In her past life, she had argued with her master many times, and most of those times ended with her storming out while Yuchen Xianzun rarely stopped her.

But situations like this one were not unheard of, either.

“If Master intends to bring up old grievances again, I promise that what I say next will be harsher with every word, and perhaps it will make Junior Sister faint on the spot,” she said without turning around.

As soon as she spoke, Su Zhen felt a drop in the spiritual energy behind her.

She turned around in surprise to find that Liu Yunyao had disappeared; clearly, her master had sent her away.

Now only the two of them remained in the vast courtyard.

The young man in white stood beneath the tree, his gaze inscrutable as he looked over at her. “Were you with Chaohua Xianzun just now?”

It wasn’t surprising that he could guess.

After all, Xiao Yu’s skill had been enough to reveal his cultivation level.

If his cultivation level wasn’t above that of the head of Weiyun Peak, he wouldn’t have been able to block her master’s transmission from reaching Su Zhen.

Who else in the entire Tianyuan Sect had a cultivation level higher than Yuchen Xianzun?