Chapter 531: Cloud and Rain with Two Waves of One’s Hand¹

Wen Susu didn’t say much more. She told Ye Wenxin the correct way to leave the academy, then added, “Our meeting has changed your future. Do you think you can leave here so easily?”

She spoke about the butterfly effects Ye Wenxin’s obstinacy to defy fate had caused, but Ye Wenxin didn’t believe her. She snorted coldly, “I’ve been through the worst already. Everyone told me to accept my fate, but I refused. That’s exactly how I became who I am today. Do you think I would fear something as trivial as fate?”

Ye Wenxin recalled her past. Every time, she had defied the heavens. From a once-ordinary transmigrator, she had become Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, and now Ye Wenxin, a minor character on the run. All these changes were of her making. If she had ever trusted in this so-called destiny, her story would have ended long ago in Mo Clan Village.

“Fine, suit yourself.” Wen Susu stopped arguing with Ye Wenxin. She clumsily tried to untie the ropes binding her. Ye Wenxin threw a red flower in her direction. As it neared Wen Susu, the flower immediately devoured the ropes and turned into green vines.

Wen Susu coldly observed Ye Wenxin’s impressive technique, but couldn’t recall any memory from Ye Wenxin’s past that recorded such a skill. It was as if Ye Wenxin had created this ability on a whim. Her unpredictability intrigued Wen Susu. Sitting on the ground, she couldn’t resist pulling out a thick book.

The book began to write by itself, quickly filling up about twenty or thirty pages. However, the content wasn’t about the recent encounter with Ye Wenxin. Instead, it mentioned two names repeatedly: Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng and Eldest Princess Long Qingyue.

Wen Susu remained in that position, focused on writing. A moment later, she finally stopped and carefully reviewed what she had written. There was a satisfied quirk on her lips.

The book closed, revealing several striking characters adorning its cover.

[Wonderful Long Cheng Feng]

If someone fond of unofficial histories were to see this book, they would recognize the familiar handwriting. It was reminiscent of the handwriting in the secret chronicle of Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng and Eldest Princess Long Qingyue.

However, no one saw what Wen Susu had written, or knew she was the author of various unofficial histories circulating in the realm.

Seeing yet another masterpiece completed, she carefully picked up the book. Her clumsiness kicked in, making her drop it several times before she held it properly. She cradled it with care, worried her damp body might make the book reject her.

After reading the book for the third time, she realized it was already three in the morning. She planned to go out the next day, but just as she was about to move, she almost stumbled. Lost in writing unofficial history, she had forgotten that she was still bound.

Lowering her head to check again, she suddenly remembered Ye Wenxin’s infuriating face from earlier.

“The Demon Lord in the unofficial histories is much cuter.” Wen Susu sighed. After struggling for a while, she finally managed to untie the ropes and dragged her damp body back to her room.

It was still dark out. On the way back, Wen Susu caught the kitsune trying to sneak into Ye Wenxin’s room.

“Luo Mo,” she called the kitsune’s name. The kitsune abruptly pulled back, almost falling from the window.

The beautiful kitsune looked livid, but when she turned and saw it was Wen Susu, she breathed a sigh of relief. She transformed into a puff of smoke and drifted over to her.

“It’s you.” The kitsune greeted her casually as if she didn’t just get caught red-handed. Noticing how smoothly things were progressing between her and Ye Wenxin, Wen Susu nodded in approval. “Yes, I just returned from patrolling when I saw you sneaking around.”

The kitsune initially looked calm, but when Wen Susu pointed out what she was doing, she hurried to explain, “Wasn’t it you who told me to get closer to her so I could absorb some of her romantic luck?”

Wen Susu smiled wordlessly. She hadn’t told the kitsune the true nature of Ye Wenxin’s ‘romantic luck’. It wouldn’t bring love; Ye Wenxin’s luck only served to seize others.

The kitsune craved affection and preferred men. She was a demon who couldn’t tolerate being romantically involved with women. Wen Susu could already imagine the kitsune’s inner turmoil when she realized she had fallen captive to Ye Wenxin.

Should Wen Susu laugh at the kitsune or congratulate her at that moment?

In truth, Ye Wenxin wasn’t entirely wrong. Due to being contaminated in this place, and the Heavenly Book’s incomplete pages, Wen Susu’s mindset had turned negative. She knew Ye Wenxin’s deepest fears and would use them to shake Ye Wenxin’s resolve.

However, Wen Susu hadn’t expected to be lectured by Ye Wenxin instead.

She tightened her grip on the book, realizing that she herself had developed a strange emotion. She wasn’t sure if it was anticipation from writing too much unofficial history, or if Ye Wenxin’s luck had also started to influence her. Her body felt hot, but she couldn’t pinpoint where the heat was coming from.

The kitsune remained oblivious to Wen Susu’s changes and continued talking to her about recent happenings. Not once did she mention her recent inner conflict.

As night slowly faded, the kitsune and the book continued their deep discussion about Ye Wenxin.

Meanwhile, Ye Wenxin had slept soundly. After waking up, she planned to discuss leaving the academy with Fairy Fengya.

However, Fairy Fengya had left her room early in the morning. When Ye Wenxin arrived, she saw her surrounded by a group of children as usual. Fairy Fengya wore an unreadable expression, but when her eyes landed on Ye Wenxin, they lingered briefly. Ye Wenxin wanted to talk to her, but Fairy Fengya was too popular in the morning. It was impossible to get close.

Ye Wenxin occasionally glanced back in annoyance. She even noticed a girl’s hand resting on Fairy Fengya’s shoulder. Fairy Fengya showed no reaction, but Ye Wenxin found it chafing. Fairy Fengya was too emotionless, and after Wen Susu’s nonsense yesterday, Ye Wenxin began questioning if she harbored some special feelings for Fairy Fengya.

As Ye Wenxin’s gaze wandered, she noticed her deskmate standing nearby with a few others, acting suspiciously. Looking closely, they were laughing while holding something. Curious, Ye Wenxin moved closer. She saw a mischievous boy had drawn a big turtle in a textbook.

Since the academy was closed off, students rarely took their books home, meaning there were plenty of opportunities to mess with others’ belongings. Wondering who the unfortunate victim was, Ye Wenxin asked, “Whose book is this?”

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Footnotes:

1. 1. (Chinese idiom) fig. to shift one’s ground; tricky and inconstant; to make love ↩︎