Luo Jinxiao died.
As that dazzling fireball hurtled toward her, she truly understood the ruthless nature of Qu Weiyin, the female demon lord—an unparalleled force of cruelty.
The epic battle between immortals and demons, which had shaken the Nine Provinces and the Four Seas, began with a roar and ended in a river of blood.
Lying on the fragrant, soft grass, Luo Jinxiao felt little fear—just an overwhelming sense of regret.
As the young hope of her family, she had devoted over a decade to rigorous cultivation. Recently, she had been accepted by the renowned Wuhui Sect as a prodigy, only to mistakenly wander onto the battlefield and face Qu Weiyin head-on.
This demon lord, besieged by many, landed before her, blood-stained, like a lotus blooming at dawn. Amidst a cascade of light, Qu Weiyin, barefoot and weary, collapsed. Her skirt didn’t quite cover her ankles, which were as delicate and unblemished as any ordinary person's.
Raising her head slowly, she locked eyes with Luo Jinxiao. Her face bore a fierce scar that seemed to burn, her gaze intense and resolute, yet her beauty remained breathtaking.
This was the last scene Luo Jinxiao witnessed in her life.
Surrounded by a gauzy canopy, a small lattice window, and a window sill laden with red paper and candied fruits, the atmosphere was filled with a romantic warmth.
"Hiss..." Luo Jinxiao drew a sharp breath, struggling to lift her heavy eyelids. She blinked, bewildered.
Could it be she wasn’t dead? That didn’t seem right.
She stared at the canopy above, then slowly turned her head. The bed beneath her was soft and fragrant, and all around was a vibrant red, brimming with festive cheer.
Where was she?
Propping herself up on the bed, Luo Jinxiao cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The room was silent. However, when her gaze settled beside her, she recoiled in shock, nearly falling off the bed.
Beside her lay a person, more precisely, a beautiful woman.
The beauty seemed disturbed by her movements, murmuring softly, her delicate brows furrowed with unease.
Steadying herself, Luo Jinxiao took a deep breath, pressing a hand to her chest to calm down. Regardless of where she was, at least she was safe for now.
"Don't panic, don't panic..." Luo Jinxiao muttered to herself, leaning closer to get a better look at the woman's face.
Indeed, the beauty was dazzling. Her lips were moist and red, her skin smooth as jade, her long hair neatly adorned with jeweled flowers. She wore a red dress, like a bride.
Instinctively, Luo Jinxiao looked down at herself, feeling a chill as she realized she was similarly dressed in red. Could it be... a wedding?
She slapped herself, wincing at the pain. It seemed she wasn’t dreaming. But if she wasn’t dreaming, how did a virtuous woman like her end up married, and to another woman no less?
The beauty, disturbed again, reached out, clutching Luo Jinxiao's sleeve with her slender, pale hand, her expression pained, as if in torment.
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Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.
Fantasy(MTL)#2 穿成娶了反派的废物 Author: Qiqian Zhexie (七千折戏) Synopsis Luo Jinxiao, recently hailed as a prodigy in the world of cultivation, met her demise during a battle against the Demon Sect. Upon awakening, she found herself transported back two thousand yea...
