Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 58: A Script So Familiar It's Plagiarized

"Hard to see through?" Ye Wenxin wasn't surprised by the question, but she hadn't expected Ling Jue to come all the way down the mountain just to ask something so profound.

"Yes, hard to see through. I thought I knew you well, but now I realize I was mistaken," Ling Jue replied, still standing, clutching her mask tightly. Her beautiful face was marred by a troubled expression.

"So that's what you meant. Then just get to know me better, right? Why worry over such a small matter?" Ye Wenxin sighed in relief, having feared her acting had been insufficient, revealing her true identity.

It turned out Ling Jue's doubts were only about her displayed talent.

"My name is Ye Wenxin, I'm thirteen, and I come from a distant village. Everyone there bears the surname Ye. One day, they discovered I had an ice physique, and the family decided to sacrifice me for their benefit. So, I desperately fled," Ye Wenxin recounted a story that was true in part, involving her ice physique leading to a forced marriage.

The Ye family was cowardly, fearing the other party's power, and even her own mother in this world had a sickening attitude. Enraged, Ye Wenxin killed everyone, fleeing their pursuit, only to accidentally fall into a ravine and discover the Flower Burial technique.

Her murderous aura made practicing it easy, and in just a few years, she became the leader of the Wind and Moon Palace, later ruling over demonic cultivators as Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng.

Of course, she couldn't share this part. Saying it would sever her ties with Ling Jue.

The story was neither long nor short, and Ling Jue listened in silence. It wasn't the first time hearing it, but Ye Wenxin always left much unsaid.

"Why do you always tell half the story?" Ling Jue sighed, knowing she hadn't touched Ye Wenxin's heart.

"Isn't it more interesting to leave room for imagination?" Ye Wenxin replied with a smile. Her story borrowed heavily from Su Mei's experiences.

If not for Su Mei's toothache-induced storytelling that day, Ye Wenxin wouldn't have known how to coax tears from Ling Jue.

"Miss Wenxin, who is this?" The group returned from weapon shopping and immediately noticed Ling Jue. Without her mask, her exquisite beauty captivated them.

Feeling uncomfortable under their gaze, Ling Jue turned to leave, but Ye Wenxin grabbed her hand, introducing her.

"This is a sister I just met. She helped me chase away some bad guys," Ye Wenxin lied smoothly, crafting a new identity for Ling Jue.

Whether Ling Jue accepted it was up to her.

"Really? Even at the foot of Cangyu Sect, there are troublemakers!" Gu Xiangsi showed displeasure, clinging to Ye Wenxin's arm, wary of potential rogues.

"Where there are people, a few rats always sneak in. You wouldn't believe how many I've met... looking just like that one," Ye Wenxin pointed at a familiar-looking man behind them.

It was the same fat pig whose third leg Long Qing'er had broken. Now skinny as a rake, he still failed to draw attention, unlike the handsome man beside him. If Ye Wenxin remembered correctly, this was Wen Yiming, the fiancé of her runaway disciple Huang Hanyan.