Transmigrated as the canon fodder bride of the villainess

Chapter 1

Marriage Night: I, I'll take responsibility for you

Luo Jinxiao is dead.

It was only when that dazzling fireball came crashing towards her that she truly understood what people had been saying was True. This female demon lord, named Qu Weiyin, was truly ruthless and unparalleled.

This grand battle between immortals and demons that shook the nine continents started with grandeur and ended with rivers of blood.
When Luo Jinxiao was lying face up on the lush, soft grass, there wasn’t much fear in her heart, mostly resentment.

Bearing her family's hopes, she had diligently cultivated for over a decade. Having just been acknowledged as a prodigy and accepted by the renowned Wuhui Sect, she mistakenly wandered onto the battlefield, only to confront Qu Weiyin.

The demon lord, who was surrounded and attacked by everyone, fell in front of her with blood all over her body, like a blooming hibiscus flower. Unknown layers of light and shadow were around her. She fell down, barefoot, the hem of her skirt not covering her slender, unblemished ankles, just like any ordinary person.

She slowly raised her head to meet Luo Jinxiao’s gaze, the ghastly scars on her face seemed to be burning, her eyes were brutal and decisive, yet still astonishingly beautiful.

This is the scene Luo Jinxiao saw in the last moments of her life.

Inside a hibiscus tent, by a small string window, red paper and candied fruits filled the windowsill, a sight full of romantic and mundane atmosphere.

"Hiss..." Luo Jinxiao gasped, struggling to open her heavy eyelids, she blinked, very bewildered.
Could it be that she’s not dead yet? This shouldn’t be happening.

She stared at the canopy above her and then slowly turned her head. The bed underneath was soft and fragrant, and all she could see was a sea of bright red, very festive.

Where is this place?

Luo Jinxiao propped herself up with her hands on the bed, slowly sat up, and looked around cautiously. All was quiet. However, when she moved her gaze to her side, she suddenly leaned back, almost rolling off the bed.

There was someone lying next to her, to be precise, a beauty.

The beauty seemed to be disturbed by her movements, murmuring softly, her eyebrows knitted, seemingly very uneasy.

Luo Jinxiao steadied herself, took a deep breath, pressed her hand to her chest, and forced herself to calm down. No matter where she was, at least she was safe for now.

"Don't panic, don't panic..." Luo Jinxiao muttered to herself, leaning closer to the beauty, trying to see her face clearly.
The beauty was truly breathtaking. Her lips were glossy, her skin was creamy, her black hair neatly combed and adorned with pearl flowers, and she was wearing a red dress, looking as if she was dressed for marriage.

Luo Jinxiao instinctively looked down at herself and instantly felt a chill down her spine. She was also wearing red. Given the situation, could it be… she was getting married?

Luo Jinxiao slapped herself. The pain made her eyes twitch. It seemed this was not a dream. But if it was not a dream, how could she, who had been practicing purity and restraint since childhood, be getting married, and the other party is a girl!

The beauty seemed to be disturbed again. She moved slightly, her hands, like white scallions, grabbed Luo Jinxiao's clothes tightly, looking even more pained, as if suffering from some kind of torment.

Shocked as she was, Luo Jinxiao still remembered the righteousness her parents had taught her. She reached out to touch the beauty’s forehead. It felt burning hot, as if she had caught a cold.

However, before she could do anything, the beauty moved towards her in pain, grasping her sleeves tightly. Luo Jinxiao immediately felt goosebumps and blushed as she backed away.

In an awkward moment, she keenly sensed that something was amiss. Observing the blushing face and clenched fists of the beautiful woman, she deduced that this was not an illness, but rather, the effects of a charm spell known as the Charm Poison.
The Charm Poison is a particularly harmful charm spell to women. Those afflicted would suffer extreme pain and eventual death unless they engage in intimate relations. Luo Jinxiao had read many medical books in her past, and whenever she came across this spell, she would always passionately criticize its usage.

Fortunately, a few years prior, someone had devised a method to counteract the Charm Poison. Once this solution became widespread, the usage of this charm spell dwindled.

With this in mind, Luo Jinxiao quickly rolled up her sleeves and began to undress the afflicted beauty. She was fast, and in a short time, the intricate wedding gown was reduced to innerwear.

"Forgive me, beautiful lady, I'm just trying to help," she murmured in her heart.

The lady's physique was impeccable, a harmonious blend of curves and slender lines. Feeling a cool breeze, the beauty instinctively moved closer to Luo Jinxiao.

The beautiful woman's body was hot, making Luo Jinxiao somewhat uncomfortable. However, without further hesitation and with the cumbersome clothing out of the way, she began to recite a mantra.

A sudden silence.

Luo Jinxiao opened her eyes wide in shock. Looking down at herself, her mind drew a blank.

Where was her spiritual vein? Once brimming with spiritual energy, it was now missing, leaving her feeling utterly empty.

For a cultivator, losing their spiritual vein rendered them powerless, much like a disabled person. Panic truly set in for Luo Jinxiao. She touched herself, everything felt familiar and intact.

Had she suffered internal injuries, causing her to lose her spiritual vein? What to do now?

Before she could figure out the situation, the beautiful woman began to stir again. In evident pain, she bit her lip hard, drawing blood.

Caught off guard, Luo Jinxiao was approached by the woman who wrapped her arms around Luo's waist. Luo, having never encountered such a situation before, blushed deeply.

"Please bear with me. Although I can't use my powers now, there's another way to break the charm spell," Luo Jinxiao muttered, pressing down on the woman's shoulders and pinning her to the bed.

The beautiful woman, who had never experienced such treatment, groaned softly and faintly furrowed her brows in her unconscious state.
Without any remorse, Luo Jinxiao pondered her next move, then slapped the beauty's face. The woman, jolted by the pain, suddenly opened her eyes.

First, her gaze was blurry and confused, then it shifted to terror. Upon recognizing Luo Jinxiao, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"It's you..." she murmured. Her eyes widened in anger, and she lunged at Luo Jinxiao, aiming for her vital points. Cold sweat broke out on Luo's forehead.

"Let's talk! I'm trying to help you break the spell!"

Luo Jinxiao swiftly dodged. Realizing her wedding gown was missing and overwhelmed by embarrassment, the woman's anger intensified. She snarled, "You'll pay for this!" and lunged again.

Luo Jinxiao couldn't understand why the woman held such strong animosity towards her. Thankfully, the woman, weakened by the charm spell, couldn't muster much strength. Seizing an opportunity, Luo Jinxiao slapped her once more.

The woman stopped abruptly, sighed, then slumped forward into Luo's embrace.

Feeling the warmth of the beauty, Luo Jinxiao blushed slightly. She carefully held the lady, then cut her palm to squeeze out a drop of blood.

The vivid red drop of blood entered the woman's mouth, making her features even more enchanting. Luo Jinxiao stared, lost in thought, finding something familiar in the beauty's gaze but couldn't place her.

The woman murmured, savoring the residual blood on her lips. The fierce look was gone, replaced by a sense of satisfaction.

As the feverish warmth faded from the beauty and her complexion returned to normal, Luo Jinxiao let out a sigh of relief, redressed her, and reflected on the simplicity of the charm spell's antidote: just a drop of blood from someone else. However, throughout history, few were willing to offer their blood to the afflicted.

With a distinct slap mark on her face, the beauty slept soundly. It was then that Luo Jinxiao had the chance to ponder her own predicament.

She leaped off the bed, intending to go outside and investigate. However, upon reaching the door, she realized it was locked from the outside.

"Who locks the door during a wedding?" she muttered. Peeking out of the window, before she could make out the surroundings, a sudden gust of wind blew, and a figure appeared before her.

"Miss Luo, please complete the wedding rites without delay. Don't miss the auspicious time."
The figure, though bowing, exuded no sense of deference.

"Who are you, and why am I here?" Luo Jinxiao asked with a furrowed brow, looking through the window.

The person stared at Luo Jinxiao as if she was a fool, then said, "Miss Luo, stop playing games. You were born without the spiritual veins and cannot cultivate. Now, Elder Qu wants you to marry Qu Weiyin. It's an honor for you. If anything goes wrong, neither you nor anyone from the Luo family can bear the consequences."

Luo Jinxiao stared blankly at the man's face, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

She must be dreaming. How could she, a once-in-a-thousand-year genius, be born without spiritual veins? And to marry Qu Weiyin, that notorious witch?

The man glanced at her with disdain and slammed the window shut. A faint golden light flashed, and Luo Jinxiao realized she was sealed in; there was no escape.

Everything felt so real. As Luo Jinxiao turned around, she saw the beauty still lying peacefully on the bed. She now realized why she found the woman familiar.

Isn't that the demoness who killed her?

But now, her face was free of the grotesque scars, and her pupils weren't the pale shade characteristic of those possessed by demons. That's why she only felt familiarity and didn't recognize her earlier.

Luo Jinxiao cautiously approached the bed, her mind racing to recall the stories she heard about Qu Weiyin during her early cultivation years.

Two thousand years ago, Qu Weiyin was one of the top disciples of the Wuhui sect. After her father, the head of the Qu family, died unexpectedly, she was meant to succeed him. However, because she was too young, her uncle seized control.

Her uncle, Qu Chengzhou, not only oppressed and tortured her as an elder of the Wuhui sect but also schemed to drug her with a love potion, forcing her to marry a man with no spiritual veins. Unable to bear it, Qu Weiyin turned to the dark side on her wedding night and drained the life out of her worthless husband.

From then on, the martial world had a ruthless female demon who wreaked havoc, causing immense bloodshed and terror that made the six realms tremble.

Is Luo Jinxiao now in that era, about to become the man who gets drained of life in the legends?

Feeling dizzy again, she steadied herself. Her priority now was to leave. If Qu Weiyin woke up, wouldn't she be doomed?

She didn't want to be killed by the same person twice.

But just as she prepared to flee, the bed quivered slightly. Qu Weiyin opened her eyes. Her crystal-clear eyes blinked a few times and quickly became lucid. She slowly propped herself up.

Luo Jinxiao froze.

Even with dangerous intentions evident in her gaze, Qu Weiyin's beauty was so mesmerizing it was hard to look away.

"It's really you," she suddenly said with a light chuckle, seemingly surprised and a little weary. She glanced around nostalgically.
Suddenly, she raised her hand, and a soft glow began to form, glistening and pure. At the same time, her originally deep eyes started to fade, contrasting with her blood-red lips, enhancing her allure.

Luo Jinxiao tensed up, knowing she was facing death once again, this time more terrifying than before.

Thinking quickly, in a moment of desperation, she threw herself onto the bed and grabbed Qu Weiyin's wrist.

Caught off guard by her bold move, Qu Weiyin paused.

With a flushed face, Luo Jinxiao stammered, "Don't... don't kill me. I'll take responsibility for you!"


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Chapter 2

Help Me: Your blood, so sweet

Qu Weiyin looked somewhat puzzled, as if she hadn't anticipated Luo Jinxiao's actions. But when she came to her senses, her face turned red, and she shook off Luo Jinxiao's hand, frowning, "What did you just do?"

Even though Qu Weiyin had just awakened and was still very weak, the offhand remark she made was chilling.

Luo Jinxiao broke into a sweat just by meeting her gaze. She quickly stepped back and earnestly said, "I removed the poison for you."

Qu Weiyin's face turned even redder, seemingly a mix of shyness and, more prominently, anger. She raised her hand again, stating, "I still can't let you go."

"Wait!" Luo Jinxiao quickly jumped off the bed. She realized Qu Weiyin had misunderstood her, and urgently said, "I didn't do anything to you, I just used a method to remove the poison!"

Qu Weiyin sneered, seemingly impatient. Her slender, phoenix-like eyes briefly scanned the room, a deep contemplation in her gaze, as if pondering something.

Before Qu Weiyin could act, Luo Jinxiao widened her eyes, making them glisten with moisture, then earnestly pleaded, "Believe me, I just wanted to save you."

Upon hearing this, Qu Weiyin looked at her with a disdainful expression, "You, save me?"

"Nowadays, the only way to remove the charm poison is through that unsavory method. Even if there were another way, how would you know it?"

Qu Weiyin didn't want to hear any more explanations from Luo Jinxiao. The light in her hand suddenly expanded. Luo Jinxiao's pupils constricted, and before she could say anything else, she rushed to the side.

Just then, there was a noise at the door, and the robust seal instantly disappeared. Before Luo Jinxiao could dodge Qu Weiyin's palm strike, she was confronted with a scorching beam of light, and she couldn't help but shout.

Fortunately, even though she had lost her celestial abilities, she was still agile. She immediately ducked, and two bursts of energy collided above her, causing a loud explosion. All the fragile objects in the room fell to the ground and shattered.

She groaned while hugging her head on the floor, quickly checking herself for injuries, and then sighed in relief.
Peeking behind her, she saw that Qu Weiyin seemed to have anticipated this, showing no surprise. Her facial expression remained unchanged, except she adjusted her clothes, covering the fair skin on her chest.

The newcomer's face was covered, but from the palm strike earlier, it was evident they were a master. They stepped over Luo Jinxiao's head as if she didn't exist and walked straight towards Qu Weiyin.

Luo Jinxiao had no intention of dwelling on the humiliation of being stepped over. She continued to hug her head, hoping to camouflage herself as a pillow lying on the ground.

Qu Weiyin remained still, leaning against the bed with an indifferent and lazy expression. Her previously faded eyes were now back to normal.

"You shouldn't resist with your current power," the stranger suddenly said, their tone familiar as if they had known each other for a long time.

Qu Weiyin slightly raised her eyebrows, nodding as if in agreement.

Taking advantage of their inattention, Luo Jinxiao cautiously got up and crawled a few steps forward.

It seemed that Qu Weiyin was on the verge of being possessed. Luo Jinxiao decided she needed to leave quickly. She started running, but when she reached the door, she was blocked by another seal, nearly tripping face-first.

Holding her forehead, tears streaming from the pain, she wondered, "Why did that person add another seal when entering?"

Luo Jinxiao turned around stiffly, glancing at Qu Weiyin while trying to find another way out.

The man took something from his bosom and threw it in front of Qu Weiyin. From a distance, it looked like an unfolded letter.

Seeing the letter, Qu Weiyin's expression subtly changed. In that moment, Luo Jinxiao clearly saw the anger reflected in her eyes.
In the room, the murderous intent grew stronger. However, Luo Jinxiao seemed helpless, unable to escape. She gritted her teeth, and for some unknown reason, she suddenly lunged forward again, knocking the masked man off his feet.

Qu Weiyin looked at her in surprise. Immediately after, a pair of warm and soft hands forcefully covered her eyes.

At the same time, both of them fell towards the head of the bed. The back of Qu Weiyin's head hit the wall with a crisp sound.

She let out a light hum and then whispered in annoyance, "Luo Jinxiao! What the hell are you trying to do?"

Luo Jinxiao quickly rolled over, moving off Qu Weiyin, her face slightly reddened.

How could she explain that she covered Qu Weiyin's eyes out of fear that she might go on a killing spree when possessed?

"Annoying," the masked man said impatiently, glancing at Luo Jinxiao as if she were nothing but an ant. With a flick of his sleeve, a ray of light shot towards Luo Jinxiao's face.

A strong gust of wind accompanied the light. Sensing danger, Luo Jinxiao instinctively lunged towards Qu Weiyin, as if seeking protection.

Though the woman in front of her had a murderous aura, compared to the unknown man, she seemed a tad more endearing.
Seizing her opportunity, Qu Weiyin suddenly unleashed a ray of white light from her concealed hand. The force and speed were so intense that Luo Jinxiao could barely see it.

The masked man hurriedly raised his hand, a sword appearing from thin air, but it couldn't block the attack. Instead, he was thrown back, slamming into the wall. He then fell with a thud, his twitching face indicating severe internal injuries.

Luo Jinxiao, seeing his pitiful state, gasped. Had that blow landed on her, she would've been shattered.

"Get off," a voice commanded above her. Only then did Luo Jinxiao realize she was lying on top of Qu Weiyin, tightly embracing her waist.

Embarrassedly, Luo Jinxiao got up and pulled her hands back.

Even though Qu Weiyin was fierce, her body felt soft. Luo Jinxiao thought, trying to maintain her composure.

Qu Weiyin shifted slightly, pain flashing in her eyes, before she quietly lay back on the bed.

"You, drag him out. It's dirty," she ordered in a deep voice.

Not daring to disobey, Luo Jinxiao quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed the masked man's legs, and dragged him to the door, pausing in her actions.

"I can't get out," Luo Jinxiao said cautiously.

Being without magical abilities was truly humbling!

Qu Weiyin glanced at her, and with a flick of her finger, the seal at the door vanished.

"Worthless," commented Qu Weiyin.

Upon hearing this, Luo Jinxiao clenched her fist, but remembering the earlier attack, she quickly let go and continued to drag the body.

After all, one must know when to retreat and when to advance. Once she acquired her magical abilities, she could exact her revenge on this wicked witch.

After discarding the body, Luo Jinxiao stealthily peeked outside. Suddenly, Qu Weiyin's slightly raspy yet seductive voice came from behind, "Don't even think about it. The area is surrounded. You can't escape."

Hesitating for a moment, Luo Jinxiao obediently returned and stood attentively in front of Qu Weiyin.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Qu Weiyin sounded exhausted, placing a hand on her chest, seemingly trying to suppress something.

"I swear to the heavens, I did nothing," Luo Jinxiao immediately proclaimed, pointing upwards for emphasis.

"Regardless, I, Qu Weiyin, want nothing to do with a useless person like you," Qu Weiyin's voice weakened, as if the previous attack had drained all her strength.

"So, you must die," she said, lifting her eyes. Beneath her long and thick eyelashes, a chilling light flashed.

Luo Jinxiao's legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees.

However, just after speaking, Qu Weiyin began to gasp for breath. Her complexion was pale, but her red lips remained stunningly bright, adding a hint of vulnerability to her appearance. She looked like a red plum in the snow, shivering in the cold wind.

It seemed she had momentarily given up on the idea of killing Luo Jinxiao. She reached out and picked up a piece of paper she'd previously placed on the bed. Staring at it blankly for a moment, she muttered an incantation, burning it to ashes.

Suddenly, Qu Weiyin's body went limp, and she began to fall. Luo Jinxiao instinctively rushed forward, reaching out to support her by the shoulders.

"Are you okay..."

But the moment she touched Qu Weiyin's warm skin, Luo Jinxiao regretted her action. Why did she choose this moment to help this wicked woman?

However, in her vulnerable state, the murderous aura around Qu Weiyin seemed to lessen. Up close, Luo Jinxiao felt an unfamiliar sensation.

There was no longer the heavy scent of blood on her as there had been in their past encounter. Instead, there was a faint, gentle floral fragrance.

"Help me," Qu Weiyin suddenly whispered. Slowly, she extended a hand, grabbing Luo Jinxiao's wrist.

Her hand was cool and slightly damp, mirroring the misty look in her eyes.

Luo Jinxiao found herself nodding.

Qu Weiyin suddenly lowered her head, and Luo Jinxiao felt a sharp pain on her wrist. She winced but held back a cry.

She felt a soft sensation, like a wet little creature crawling on her skin, causing a tingling sensation that made her heart flutter.

She realized her blood was being drained. Apparently, Qu Weiyin knew that blood could counteract the effects of a charm, and the more she had, the faster the effects would dissipate.

Although she had helped her counteract some of the charm earlier, Qu Weiyin would still need a significant amount of fresh blood to fully recover.

Time seemed to drag on, and Luo Jinxiao's arm became numb. She clenched her teeth, wondering if Qu Weiyin would drain her dry.
"Beautiful, would you mind sparing me some blood?" she asked timidly.

Qu Weiyin paused, seemingly smiling. Then, her soft lips left Luo Jinxiao's skin. Supporting herself with one hand on the bed, she lifted her head to look at Luo Jinxiao.

Her delicate neck was fully exposed, its smooth lines so beautiful that Luo Jinxiao felt a twinge of embarrassment and averted her gaze.

"Thank you. Your blood is sweet," Qu Weiyin said with a sudden laugh. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, a startling yet captivating sight.

"You little fool, why are you blushing?" she teased, reaching up to wipe the trace of blood from her lip.
Then, she gently smeared it on Luo Jinxiao's lips.

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Chapter 3

Rejecting the Marriage: We... are not astrologically compatible

Luo Jinxiao suddenly felt a surge of warmth rush to her cheeks. She hurriedly stepped back a few paces, vigorously wiping the fresh blood from her lips. Inwardly she grumbled, thinking that a witch is always a witch, disregarding all decency.

Qu Weiyin watched her startled expression and seemed to find it amusing. She licked her lips with satisfaction.

Luo Jinxiao quickly moved farther away, fearing that after Qu Weiyin was done drinking her blood, she would turn on her.

As time slowly passed, the room was immersed in silence. No one seemed to approach, and Qu Weiyin remained quiet, sitting cross-legged. Faint golden lights circled around her, leaving Luo Jinxiao quite envious.

Amidst her envy, Luo Jinxiao also tried to chant a spell. But she felt nothing inside, a hollow emptiness. Dejectedly, she dropped her head, wondering if she was doomed to be a powerless mortal forever.

She then covertly found a copper mirror in the corner and stared at her reflection for a long time. Indeed, her current body resembled her past self, with no discernible differences.

She looked youthful, tall, and slender with jet-black hair cascading down from her forehead. Her eyes and brows were well-defined, giving off a gentle and elegant appearance. However, her eyebrows were slightly thick, lending a touch of heroism to her face when she was expressionless.

Such an occurrence was truly baffling. She hadn't had time to contemplate earlier, but now, in the quiet, she stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

How did she become another person?

"Little good-for-nothing," Qu Weiyin's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Startled, Luo Jinxiao quickly approached Qu Weiyin, stopping in front of her and adopting a compliant demeanor.
If Luo Jinxiao wasn't mistaken, a hint of amusement appeared on Qu Weiyin's lips.

"What benefits did he offer you?" Qu Weiyin's jovial tone vanished in an instant, and her gaze turned cold as she fixed her eyes on Luo Jinxiao.

Luo Jinxiao scratched her head, puzzled by the question.
"Never mind. I didn't expect you to admit anything," Qu Weiyin remarked. She gracefully extended her legs, and her bare feet touched the ground.

Her toes were delicate and porcelain-white, soon concealed by her dress's hem. The vibrant red dress trailed behind her like an expansive tail. Her hair, neatly done, was adorned with tiny golden flowers. While modest for a wedding attire, it did not diminish her elegance in the slightest.

Realizing she was staring, Luo Jinxiao awkwardly looked away.

"They are almost here," Qu Weiyin said, looking towards the door.

Instinctively, Luo Jinxiao hid behind Qu Weiyin.

Sure enough, after a short while, there was the sound of scattered footsteps drawing near, followed by a knock on the door.
"Enter," commanded Qu Weiyin.

In an instant, a group of people streamed in, making the room feel more like a public teahouse than a lady's chamber.

The man leading the group wore a gray robe, had a long beard reaching his stomach, and piercing eyes, carrying the aura of an elder. His gaze met Qu Weiyin's, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Qu Weiyin's eyes also showed a hint of emotion. Hiding behind her, Luo Jinxiao shuddered, sensing the animosity radiating from Qu Weiyin.

However, that animosity vanished quickly. With a nonchalant gesture, Qu Weiyin brushed a stray hair behind her ear and said, "Elder Qu."

The atmosphere was tense, and everyone exchanged uneasy glances. It seemed they had not expected to see Qu Weiyin standing perfectly fine, and they were at a loss for how to proceed.

Eventually, Elder Qu broke the silence, adopting a stern yet compassionate demeanor, "No need for formalities. Today is your auspicious day, yet this room seems so desolate. Has the Luo family not treated you well?"

Does the Luo family not treat Qu Weiyin well? You should know. Besides, when did I accept this marriage proposal? How is it that after just one sleep, I find myself amidst wedding celebrations?"

Qu Weiyin spoke with a smile, but it sounded chilling to the listener.

"Qu Weiyin, what you might not know is that today, our elders observed the heavens at night and saw your life star being disturbed, signaling a threat to your life. That's why we hurried here, fearing for your safety." A shorter elder stepped forward, genuine concern evident on his face.

Qu Weiyin let out a light humph.

Luo Jinxiao silently hid in the background, listening to their conversation. She realized that Qu Chengfeng's surprise upon entering the room was because he saw that Qu Weiyin hadn't been affected by the charm poison, but was standing there perfectly fine.
As an elder, to use such despicable means to plot against one's own niece just for the position of the family head is truly reprehensible.

The WuHui Sect has always allowed only unmarried individuals to join for cultivation. So, by forcing Qu Weiyin into marriage, they could expel her from the WuHui Sect, making it difficult for her to cultivate further.

Two thousand years ago, the Luo family was just a small, insignificant clan, and Luo Jinxiao was a worthless person without any celestial lineage. Sending Qu Weiyin to marry her would not only banish Weiyin from the WuHui Sect but also humiliate Luo Jinxiao. They weren't worried about Luo Jinxiao seeking revenge with the power of the Luo family behind her. It was killing three birds with one stone.

As for how the charm poison was administered and why Qu Chengzhou didn't just kill Qu Weiyin directly, only Qu Weiyin would have those answers.

And then there was that masked man earlier. He seemed familiar with Qu Weiyin and knew about her being poisoned. Who could he be?
Luo Jinxiao felt overwhelmed by these thoughts. She shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it any longer. After all, these matters had nothing to do with her. All she needed to do was escape from the clutches of this female demon, and everything would be fine.
"I never agreed to this marriage," Qu Weiyin continued.

Another woman, with white hair but youthful skin, frowned deeply at this, reprimanding, "How can you speak to Elder Qu like this? You're so disrespectful!"

Qu Weiyin glanced at her dismissively and continued, "So, it would be best to call off the marriage."

"Nonsense! Marriages are serious matters and have always been arranged by elders. How can you just change it as you please?" Qu Chengzhou chided. "Alright, since you're fine, perhaps Elder He made a mistake in his observations. We'll take our leave."

"Elder Qu," Qu Weiyin suddenly spoke up, blocking the exit. The way she looked at the elders gave an impression of her looking down on them all.

Qu Chengzhou's heart skipped a beat. Somehow, today's Qu Weiyin seemed very different from usual. Their locked gazes made even him feel uneasy.

"What if I refuse to marry at all?" Qu Weiyin stated, raising her right hand as light and shadows began to shift, and her eyes started to change.

Luo Jinxiao, who had been watching from the side, was alarmed, thinking, 'Why is this woman so reckless? Always on the verge of turning demonic!' In a state of urgency, she lunged forward again.

She extended her arms to block Qu Weiyin and reached behind to grab both of Qu Weiyin's wrists, pinning her.

Qu Weiyin tried to free herself, but then her eyes caught a glimpse of the wound on Luo Jinxiao's arm, making her hesitate. Although Qu Weiyin had a ruthless reputation, she did repay kindness. Luo Jinxiao lacked celestial abilities and couldn't withstand even a single blow from Qu Weiyin.

Thus, Qu Weiyin said with a hint of disgust, "Little useless girl, what business do you have here? Get lost, or I'll kill you first."
Luo Jinxiao was annoyed, thinking, 'She keeps calling me useless.' If not for her wish to save the world from a future demon, she wouldn't have bothered with Qu Weiyin at all.

"Esteemed elders, let's talk peacefully. Harmony brings wealth, right?" Luo Jinxiao said with a forced smile.
"We're leaving," Qu Chengzhou declared, not even sparing Luo Jinxiao a glance, as if she wasn't even there, and proceeded to walk past her.

"Wait!" Luo Jinxiao took a step to the right, blocking Qu Chengzhou's path. "Elder Qu, even though it's arranged by our parents and through the matchmaker, we truly cannot be wed."

"Why say such a thing?" The female elder gave Luo Jinxiao an up-and-down look before inquiring.
"Because I…" Luo Jinxiao's mind raced. She glanced at Qu Weiyin, struggling to find an excuse, and finally said, "Our astrological signs clash, our spiritual veins conflict, so we can't get married!"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a palpable silence. Qu Weiyin almost stumbled behind her.
"We've checked our astrological signs; they match perfectly," Qu Weiyin whispered into Luo Jinxiao's ear.
Luo Jinxiao quickly corrected herself, "It's the spiritual veins that are conflicting. That's why we can't wed."
Someone scoffed. Another voice chimed in, "Miss Luo, everyone knows that you are the only one in the Luo family without spiritual veins… Quite shameless of you to make such a claim."

Luo Jinxiao turned to the speaker, a man dressed in white with a handsome face. Yet, his words were petty and distasteful.
She rolled her eyes at him and then addressed Elder Qu, "Elder Qu, what I said is true. Even if our spiritual veins don't differ much, there is still a yin and yang aspect to them. If they conflict, we shouldn't wed, or else there's a risk of losing control over our powers."

A shorter elder, Elder He, took two steps forward and addressed Qu Chengzhou, "Elder Qu, I've heard of this, but those with conflicting spiritual veins are rare. One must be extremely yin and the other extremely yang; one with a celestial golden body and the other with an exquisite icy heart. I've lived for thousands of years and have only encountered one or two cases."
"And Weiyin possesses a celestial golden body, which is rare in this world."
The female elder frowned and said, "Even so, do you have spiritual veins? If you can prove it today, then this engagement can be called off."

"Well… of course I can prove it." Luo Jinxiao puffed out her chest confidently, though inside she was panicking. She had no idea about any spiritual veins. But now she had no choice. Thankfully, she recalled a technique from an old book. With the help of someone with high spiritual power, it's possible to create the illusion of having spiritual veins.
Pretending to cast a spell, she waved one hand in front of her while stealthily reaching behind with the other to grasp Qu Weiyin's hand.

She felt Qu Weiyin stiffen.

Luckily, Qu Weiyin prioritized the bigger picture. After a moment's hesitation, she began transferring her spiritual power into Luo Jinxiao's hand.

Qu Weiyin's hand was warm, and her spiritual power felt like the warm sun on a winter day. The energy was intense and continuous. Luo Jinxiao quickly recited the incantation, trying her best to harness Qu Weiyin's power.
The overwhelming heat of the energy surged through her, causing sweat to bead on Luo Jinxiao's forehead. She struggled to control the power within her, finding it unbearable and feeling dizzy.

She marveled at Qu Weiyin's incredible power, enduring the sensation.

Suddenly, another force emerged from within her, seemingly in self-defense, moving even faster than Qu Weiyin's energy.
Realizing the danger, Luo Jinxiao quickly let go of Qu Weiyin's hand. But the force didn't subside; it felt like a wild horse that had been caged for years, now running rampant.

The collision of the cold and hot temperatures was too much for her human body. Luo Jinxiao felt a sweet metallic taste in her throat and her vision darkened as she started to fall backward.

At that moment, a soft and warm hand pressed against her waist, steadying her. The familiar scent of flowers wafted to her nostrils, and she seemed to lean against something soft and warm.