The Transmigrated Male Lead Confessed to Me - Chapter 25 (Part 1)

“Thank you? Yao Xianjun, you must be joking.”

Su Zhen let out a laugh. “A dignified Blood God Priest needs another reason to kill? Are you saying you slaughtered them, not to offer sacrifices to your master, but to please me instead?”

“Oh?”

The white-haired man smiled as he looked at her. “It seems the Immortal Lord recognizes me after all.”

This was their first meeting in this lifetime.

However, in their previous lives, they could be considered acquaintances in a certain sense.

However, Yao Wan did not pay much attention to righteous cultivators. At present, he likely didn’t know her true identity.

For cultivators on the righteous path, those of lower realms cannot conceal their spiritual energy in the presence of those of higher realms.

Yet demon cultivators have certain methods. While these may not fully mask one’s spiritual energy, they can create illusions for the observer. She could further guide him into specific assumptions.

…Just like now.

Only cultivators in the Upper Seven Realms could be addressed as “Immortal Lord.”

Yao Wan persistently referred to her as “Immortal Lord,” much like when they first met in their previous lives. Back then, she had truly reached the Heavenly Immortal realm, deserving of the title.

At present, he merely speculated that she was in the Upper Seven Realms and had deliberately used some technique to obscure her spiritual energy, making it seem as though she was only in the Soul Transformation realm.

This speculation was, of course, reasonable, given that her prior actions were far beyond the capability of someone in the Soul Transformation realm.

“What is the Immortal Lord thinking?”

The white-haired man tilted his head, his handsome face tinged with slight confusion and dissatisfaction.

“I still don’t know who you are, Immortal Lord, and yet you continue to hide things from me. How vexing.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly extended his hand without warning.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery blurred, as if a layer of murky water ripples spread outward, enveloping the slightly desolate tavern.

The dark-red wooden tables, chairs, and floors, the oil-stained, yellowing walls, the chatting and drinking patrons, and the constantly flickering figures by the windows—

Everything faded into a pale, lifeless gray-white.

Only the white-haired man remained standing in place, smiling.

His crimson threads of hair, the red jewels on his hairpins, his overly vibrant red lips, and his deep crimson robe—

All these became even more vivid and striking in contrast.

Then, in the colorless world behind him, countless deep crimson fissures suddenly tore open as if slashed by a blade. From the cracks, gushing blood spread outward.

Dozens of grotesque claws, stripped of their skin with raw muscles exposed, reached out from the fissures. Their sharp tips glinted like knives, and the palms had gaping mouths lined with rows of jagged teeth.

The blood-red arms, clawing and writhing, stretched forward endlessly, their mouths emitting sharp screeches.

The voices rose and fell—sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough—as though hundreds or even thousands of people were screaming and shouting in unison.

For a moment, the ghastly sound reverberated in all directions.

The scene was horrifying.

Anyone remotely familiar with the Soul Devouring Sect would instantly recognize this as an attempt to seize someone for sacrifice.

Yet Su Zhen let out a breath of relief.

She was slightly more familiar with the Soul Devouring Sect and even more so with this person. She knew this was just a test.

From the moment she saw him, her hand hidden in her sleeve had already formed a hand seal.

“Yao Xianjun, why the need for such theatrics?”

The young cultivator of unknown identity spoke softly.

Seated within this gray-white world, her figure appeared slender. Her light, simple dress was a muted pale reed color, faintly tinged with a hint of green—

Like the first blades of grass sprouting in early spring, buried beneath snow before they could grow.

Yet—

He suddenly met her deep green eyes, rich like emeralds. Deep within the pupils, faintly forming into a rhombus shape, a glimmer of solemn golden light radiated.

In an instant, the void behind her split open, revealing countless fissures overflowing with golden brilliance.

The cracks squirmed and expanded, transforming into perfectly rounded eyes. Dozens of golden pupils opened simultaneously, casting their gaze in the opposite direction from different angles.

At that moment, the arms that had been relentlessly reaching out to seize their prey suddenly froze, one after another.

The piercing, chilling screams abruptly ceased as well.

The two individuals, one standing and one sitting, faced each other with ambiguous smiles on their faces.

Centered around the ground beneath their feet, the entire world seemed split into two halves; one dominated by blood-red arms, the other by radiant golden eyes.

“My presence here is the answer you seek,” Su Zhen said indifferently. “Besides, I thought you would have figured it out by now.”

The white-haired man tilted his head, scrutinizing her for a moment. “I know your kind always acts this way, but was this really just an accident?”

Su Zhen’s mind raced with several thoughts.

At this moment, the other party did not know her true identity. Using secret techniques, he had managed to track her here but had merely concluded she was a demon cultivator from the Thousand Chariots Sect.

As for her exact identity, the Thousand Chariots Sect had many experts, including those who kept a low profile and concealed their true names. He couldn’t possibly recognize them all.

“Indeed,” Su Zhen replied nonchalantly. “That day, I was merely passing by and noticed someone surnamed Zhou hiding somewhere, counting talismans in his hand. Among them were a few rare ones. I just wanted to take them for fun and see what other treasures he might have on him.”

As she spoke, she broke into a charming smile. “Who knew he actually had something interesting?”

The white-haired man sneered. “So the Ganmu Spirit Orb is still in your possession?”

Su Zhen wore an expression as if she had just heard a ridiculous joke. “Of course we took it apart. Such a novel artifact—it had to be properly studied, didn’t it?”

The white-haired man was silent for a moment, casting her a look of utter disdain, as if regarding a hopeless fool.

This expression was one she was all too familiar with.

Su Zhen could even guess what he was about to say next.

“…You people are so boring. Every time you see a spell or sigil you don’t recognize, it’s like you’ve lost your soul.”

He spoke with disinterest. “Whatever. This is your Thousand Chariots Sect’s territory, and I have no interest in seeing more. I—”

“That Zhou fellow threatened me before he died,” Su Zhen interrupted him. “Said he was going to meet with someone from the Soul Devouring Sect. So, was the person he was dealing with your disciple?”

The white-haired man glanced at her but neither confirmed nor denied it. “Why, does a follower of the Demon God of Decrees care about such matters now?”

Su Zhen retorted mockingly, “I think you’re the one in trouble.”

He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

The blood-red arms that had been thrashing through the air trembled, then retreated one by one, vanishing without a trace.

Behind Su Zhen, the golden eyes slowly closed and also disappeared into thin air.

Su Zhen continued, “Aren’t you curious? What kind of deal did the Zhou family strike with Tiandu to gain guidance and create that artifact?”

The white-haired man burst into laughter. “Zhou Ting is still in Tiandu, refining talismans with others under Yaofang Xianzun’s guidance, oblivious to external affairs. But once they’re finished, she’ll know I slaughtered her entire family—husband, children, and all. Whether for revenge or for those Ganmu Orbs, she will definitely come looking for me.”

He crossed his arms. “Before she dies, I’ll get my answers. But I won’t tell you.”

Su Zhen cursed him inwardly for being a fool. “If she realizes it was you, she won’t come after you herself. She knows she isn’t your match. Instead, she’ll incite her boss to deal with you—that’s the smart move.”

“Her boss? Hmph, those spineless rats in the Central Region—if they really dare to come, I’d be impressed.”

The white-haired man narrowed his eyes. “I think you’re just trying to steal my prey.”

Su Zhen rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. I—”

“You’ve set your sights on Zhou Ting’s talismanic secret techniques. As a prominent family, they surely have exclusive texts passed down among their family heads. She likely used one of those secret techniques to impress Yaofang Xianzun.”

He continued, as if talking to himself, “I can’t kill you here on your own turf, but don’t even think about interfering with my target. Otherwise—”

Su Zhen almost failed to suppress her laughter.

The Zhou clan’s patriarch and his entire family had been slaughtered by him. Naturally, they would hate him to the bone. He had a preference for such prey, especially since Zhou Ting was in the Golden Immortal realm.

A Golden Immortal who despised him utterly wasn’t something you encountered every day.

“That person currently buying sweet cakes on East Street—what relation does he have to you?” He suddenly asked.

Su Zhen looked up in surprise.

The other party, however, interpreted her reaction as fear or concern.

The white-haired man smiled again. “I’ve always been reluctant to provoke the people of Thousand Chariots Sect, but if you ruin my plans, I’ll offer that person’s soul as a sacrifice, turn his body into a puppet, and every day—”

Su Zhen: “?”

She didn’t bother listening to the rest of the threat.

Only then did she realize she had completely forgotten about Xiao Yu.

Perhaps it was because the recent events had awakened many familiar scenes from her past life, making her momentarily forget her current circumstances.

In her past life, she had clashed with numerous powerful figures from various demonic sects, engaging in battles of wit, strength, and cultivation techniques. She had even fought this very man in front of her, more times than she could count.

Su Zhen: “……”

Thinking more carefully about what he said— a soul sacrifice?

A soul?

Not a primordial spirit?

Did he assume Xiao Yu was a cultivator who hadn’t yet formed a primordial spirit? That his cultivation was below the Nascent Soul realm?

Of course, given the gap in their cultivation levels, Xiao Yu could easily manipulate how others perceived his cultivation level, making it nearly impossible for anyone to suspect otherwise.

Su Zhen: “Yao Wan, do as you please. If he dies so easily, then he—”

How should she phrase it?

Su Zhen casually blurted out, “Then he wouldn’t deserve to be my disciple.”

The white-haired man immediately displayed an expression of understanding.

He had already suspected that she was hiding her true identity. More than likely, she was someone of status in the righteous sects—perhaps even an elder of a major sect.

The Thousand Chariots Sect had many such individuals among its ranks.

Or rather, among all demonic sects, the Thousand Chariots Sect had the highest number of former righteous cultivators who had turned to demonic cultivation.

While other sects also had such members, their numbers were far fewer.

The reason?

Their defining trait was an insatiable thirst for knowledge—a boundless curiosity and an overwhelming desire for secret arts, above all else.

Some were even willing to sacrifice their loved ones, disregard morality, and betray everything for it.

While everyone’s limits varied, they were all willing to pay a price for it.

So when the Demon God of Decrees summoned them, it was nearly impossible for them to resist the temptation.

The two fell silent.

Su Zhen knew exactly what this man was pondering.

He had considerable knowledge of the Thousand Chariots Sect, so he would undoubtedly piece things together on his own, crafting a reasonable explanation—including the fact that she was concealing her cultivation. He would find a convincing reason for that as well.

After all, a Soul Transformation cultivator shouldn’t have been able to instantly kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if that Soul Transformation cultivator was from a demonic sect—certain secret techniques of the demonic sects weren’t accessible to Soul Transformation cultivators.

And this was the truth.

If not for Su Zhen’s experience as a Golden Immortal, even if she knew the techniques, she wouldn’t have been able to execute them.

Thus, a true Soul Transformation cultivator simply couldn’t achieve such feats.

Yao Wan never even considered the possibility that her actual strength matched her outward display, as it defied logic.

Under that premise, all the other seemingly irrational events would be forcibly rationalized.

“Forget it.”

The white-haired man muttered to himself, “You people rarely hold grudges. Even if you’re killed, you’d just blame your own lack of skill, lamenting not learning enough. Hmph, how boring.”

“I thought you might be different.”

As he spoke, he glanced outside. “Your subordinates are here. I have no interest in dealing with them.”

With that, he vanished on the spot.