The Transmigrated Male Lead Confessed to Me - Chapter 15 (Part 3)

Su Zhen stood in a courtyard full of blooming flowers. When she looked up, she saw her junior sister beaming with joy.

As the girl descended the steps, the barrier sealing the hall’s entrance instantly disappeared.

“Master asked me to come at dawn, but it’s already well past that,” Su Zhen said, unable to contain her frustration as she blocked the girl’s path. “If you couldn’t come out earlier, why not at least let me know so I could leave?”

Liu Yunyao pursed her lips. “I was having such a good conversation with Master that I lost track of time. If you didn’t want to wait, why didn’t you just leave?”

“…?”

Su Zhen’s anger flared, and she grabbed her junior sister’s shoulder. “Lost track of time? I released my spiritual energy. You didn’t know I was waiting outside? You think I did that just for Master to see? Even if I hadn’t, he would’ve known I was there! I was giving you a chance, and you didn’t take it. Did you really think—”

Tears welled up in Liu Yunyao’s eyes. “It hurts!”

“—Let go!”

Before the words were even finished, a sharp flash of cold light attacked from behind, filling the air with a bone-chilling frost.

Without turning her head, Su Zhen swiftly drew her sword with her other hand.

The jade-like blade traced a bright green arc through the air, shattering the ice blade formed by condensed sword aura.

Only then did Su Zhen turn her face, her hand still resting on Liu Yunyao’s shoulder, while looking directly at her furious senior brother.

Jiang Wang hesitated, not daring to make another move. “Su Zhen, a Soul Transformation realm cultivator bullying someone at the Qi Refining realm—”

Su Zhen sneered, “Exactly! And now our dear senior brother, who’s at the Great Ascension realm, jumps in to uphold justice. After all, I, a mere Soul Transformation realm cultivator, can’t beat you, right?”

“Enough.”

Turning her head, Su Zhen saw Yuchen Xianzun standing at the hall’s entrance, frowning as he looked at her hand gripping her junior sister’s shoulder. “Zhen’er, let go of your junior sister.”

Su Zhen released her grip. “Senior Brother scheduled his meeting with you for this time, and he’s already here, but I haven’t even stepped through the door for my scheduled time at dawn!”

Her anger toward her junior sister extended to her master, and she let her frustration spill out.

“Couldn’t you have asked her to leave, Master? Or simply told me not to wait outside and to go back? If you didn’t want to see me, you could’ve said so earlier, saving me the trouble of coming.”

“Alright, I’ll have your senior brother leave. You can come in.”

Yuchen Xianzun looked down at her, sighing. “I apologize for keeping you waiting. This won’t happen again.”

Su Zhen was still fuming. “Do you think I have nothing else to do? I’m not just sitting around waiting for this.”

He sighed softly. “…Zhen’er, you’ve already passed your hundredth birthday. With your cultivation, you no longer need to worry about the constraints of a mortal lifespan. We immortals are not like ordinary people. You…”

What else did he say?

Su Zhen suddenly didn’t want to remember.

Her mind flashed back to the comments under that particular chapter. Readers thought she was making a big deal out of nothing, found her incredibly annoying, and concluded that she was indeed a vicious female supporting character.

Some pitied Liu Yunyao, some wished Su Zhen would die already, and others thought she was just unlucky. Then they started arguing.

Su Zhen thought they were all a bunch of idiots.

What did they know?

Since she entered the sect at the age of twelve, she had never missed a single duty, lecture, or task.

Yuchen Xianzun wasn’t a bad master. At least he hadn’t neglected his teaching duties.

And she, as his disciple, had never fallen short in her responsibilities.

Beyond her assigned duties, she also helped him reply to letters, tended to the spiritual plants in the garden, and even gave lectures to the named disciples, offering them guidance in cultivation.

Su Zhen never fancied herself as a teacher, and she rarely spoke much with these young disciples.

Some had good aptitude, while others were timid and unsure. Even when she was impatient, she suppressed her frustration and carefully explained everything to them.

Perhaps she wasn’t the best teacher, but she always tried her hardest.

So why should she put up with this nonsense?

—And what had Liu Yunyao ever done?

When her cultivation was low, that was one thing. But once she reached a higher level, even her scheduled duties were taken care of by others.

This was all under her master’s orders. Others thought that by doing this, they could win favor with the Master of Weiyun Peak, so they scrambled to assist her.

Even Jiang Wang and Zhou Ziheng didn’t try to compete with the named disciples for those duties.

And that was just a small corner of the countless miserable memories.

As these images flashed through her mind, Su Zhen felt increasingly nauseated. Her hand on the door pressed down slightly, causing the heavy wooden door to tremble.

A faint golden light appeared in the air, hinting at the barrier’s presence.

Su Zhen snapped back to reality.

She realized that in her moment of distraction, her emotions had stirred her spiritual energy, triggering the barrier. She turned to look at the man standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Xiao Yu stood there calmly. “…Your barrier technique is indeed impressive. There are a few incantations I’ve never seen before.”

In truth, Su Zhen had only been distracted for a moment, barely the time it took to blink, but her emotional fluctuation had affected her spiritual energy, so she knew he must have sensed something.

Yet he didn’t ask about it.

Just like other matters, he didn’t seem inclined to speak up at all.

After a brief pause, Su Zhen asked, “Senior, is there something you’d like to ask me?”

Not long ago, they had been discussing about a certain “Martial Uncle” in the side hall.

“Hmm.”

Xiao Yu’s tone was noncommittal. “Do you want to talk?”

Su Zhen sighed and tossed the issue back like a hot potato, “If you want to know, Senior, I’ll tell you. If you don’t, then why should I say anything? I’d just be annoying.”

Xiao Yu instinctively replied, “No, you wouldn’t.”

He blinked and added, “You wouldn’t be annoying. Even if your master mistakenly thought I stole your immortal sword, I wouldn’t be angry.”

Su Zhen said, “…If he knew it was you, he wouldn’t say that. He genuinely thinks someone else tricked me out of it. At least, that’s what he believed until today.”

After all, for Chaohua Xianzun, an upper-tier immortal artifact like that sword was nothing. If he truly desired any kind of divine weapon, it would be easily within his reach.

Yuchen Xianzun was simply worried that some less powerful martial uncle had swindled his disciple.

“Then your master really is an idiot.”

Xiao Yu observed her expression. “May I ask, what exactly did you tell him?”

Su Zhen hadn’t spoken yet when he added, “If you don’t want to talk, then don’t.”

“Oh.”

Su Zhen didn’t mind. “He asked me what I was doing in the Demon Realm, and I told him I was gathering herbs. I said I gave those herbs to one of his martial uncles, but I didn’t specify which one.”

Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow slightly. “So later, for some reason, you also told him that you gave your immortal sword to that martial uncle?”

This guy’s mind works pretty quickly.

Su Zhen sighed. “I said I gave the sword to someone, and he just jumped to conclusions on his own.”

Xiao Yu chuckled, seeming to find the whole situation amusing. “Haha, even though it’s not true, just thinking about it is quite enjoyable.”

Su Zhen didn’t know what part of the situation he found funny. “As long as you don’t mind, senior.”

“Of course I don’t. Didn’t I already say? Even if you told him it was me, I wouldn’t mind. Wait, I’d actually be quite happy.”

Xiao Yu thought for a moment. “If you need to, you can just say I took the sword. It would save you from him pestering you.”

Su Zhen squinted. “What do you mean by that, Senior?”

Could it be that he knew about her master asking for Leng Xiang?

“Hmm? I didn’t mean you had to. I just meant that if you need help, I’m happy to oblige.”

Oh.

He meant to save her from her master constantly nagging about the sword being swindled by some destitute senior.

Su Zhen felt at a bit of a loss for words. “No… um, Senior, have you heard of Leng Xiang? It was my master’s sword when he was young, but later, after he refined the divine sword Liu Shuang, he gave Leng Xiang to the sect.”

Such things weren’t uncommon in large sects.

Xiao Yu seemed aware of this. “Hmm.”

Since he had clearly heard about her past, Su Zhen spoke directly. “Do you think, if my master asks me to—”

Forget it.

She had just decided earlier that she didn’t want him getting involved in her sect’s affairs.

Su Zhen shook her head. “Never mind. Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Xiao Yu looked at her thoughtfully and nodded quietly without asking further. “Alright.”

Just as Su Zhen was about to turn and head inside, she paused. “Senior, have you ever encountered…”