Chapter 1 Are you crazy?! To be drained dry right after Transmigration?

[Yuri + Harem + No Male Protagonist]

A sweet, cloying fragrance flooded into her nasal cavity, rich enough to be a bit choking.

Beside her ears were the frivolous laughter of women, and their words were unmentionable, disturbing Lin Yue's peace of mind.

She forced her eyes open.

What came into view was the pink gauze curtain at the top of the bed; the texture was very thin, swaying gently with the wind.

Her body was still covered with a brocade quilt, and the touch was extremely smooth.

What kind of place is this?

Lin Yue propped up her body and sat up, lowering her head to inspect herself, only to find that she was wearing a large, loose white inner garment, with the neckline slightly open.

She was completely dumbfounded.

She only remembered that she had worked for more than a dozen hours continuously, and finally collapsed in front of her desk.

"She is awake! She is awake!"

An abrupt scream rang out, and Lin Yue abruptly raised her head.

The next second, her pupils suddenly shrank.

A group of scantily clad, slender ancient-style women surrounded her large bed so tightly not even a drop of water could leak through.

There was undisguised greed in their eyes.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of the once-in-a-millennium Taiyin Holy Body, just look at how smooth this skin is…"

"Good younger sister, yield her to older sister, older sister's enchanting hands guarantee to make her feel extremely comfortable…"

"Don't fight with me! I've been stuck at the Bottleneck for a long time; as long as I do Dual Cultivation with her once, I will definitely achieve a Breakthrough!"

"Stop arguing! Whoever snatches her first gets her! I'll go first, just let me take a sip…"

These words poured into her ears, causing a buzzing sound to echo in Lin Yue's mind.

Taiyin Holy Body?

Transmigration?

Looking at this posture, did she enter the Hehuan Sect?

Lin Yue's vision went dark, and she almost passed out once again.

As someone who frequently read web novels, she understood very well what the "Taiyin Holy Body" represented in the Hehuan Sect.

That was not a talent, but the root cause that would bring fatal disaster. Her Physique was of great use to the Fairies of the Hehuan Sect, everyone wanted to obtain her, yet she had no ability to protect herself.

Now she was completely done for.

Dying from sudden death due to overtime work was one thing, but being sucked dry immediately after Transmigration?

She was still an innocent virgin who had never known the affairs of men!

Lin Yue was screaming in her heart, but her face had already swiftly switched to a completely different expression.

Workplace Survival Rule Number One: When the situation is extremely unfavorable, you must immediately make yourself appear completely harmless to humans and animals.

Her eye sockets quickly turned red, and her long eyelashes fluttered uneasily.

Her delicate face was full of panic and confusion, and her body trembled along with it.

"Don't, don't come over…"

Her voice was light and soft, carrying a hint of a crying tone.

This pitiful appearance of hers indeed slowed down the actions of that group of women for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

An enchanting woman let out a lewd laugh: "Little younger sister, don't be afraid? Older sisters will be very gentle…"

As she spoke, she stretched out her fingers stained with scarlet balsam, reaching straight toward Lin Yue's lapel.

Right at this moment,

"Hum—"

A streak of Sword Qi appeared in this room without any warning.

The enchanting woman's hand stopped in mid-air, her fingertips less than an inch away from Lin Yue's skin.

Her face turned pale, and only fear remained in her eyes.

"Sword Qi?"

Everyone froze in place, and the noisy room became incomparably quiet.

Lin Yue was also stunned.

She felt an invisible coercive pressure wash over her, a hundred times more terrifying than that group of women combined.

A woman dressed in white walked through the crowd, heading straight over.

She simply stood quietly there, and all the heavy makeup around her was immediately eclipsed.

That face had not the slightest flaw, and her temperament was icy and aloof, completely out of tune with the enchanting atmosphere of the moment.

Her gaze did not linger on the surrounding women, but fell straight onto Lin Yue.

Lin Yue's heartbeat skipped a beat.

Oh no.

She felt that this person posed an even greater threat.

"Saintess…"

The previously enchanting woman instantly dropped to her knees, her body trembling violently.

"We did not know this was someone the Saintess had taken a fancy to, please spare our lives, Saintess!"

The rest also knelt down accordingly, burying their heads very low, all holding their breath.

Saintess? Shouldn't the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect use the arts of Hehuan, why is she using a sword instead?

Lin Yue's thoughts spun rapidly.

Judging by this title, she seemed to be the person with the highest status here, and was the only hope at present!

The instinct for survival made her make a decision immediately.

Lin Yue's tears flowed out inopportunely, sliding down her cheeks.

She reached out her hand toward that white figure, her voice filled with grievance and reliance.

"Older sister… save me…"

This cry of "older sister" was uttered with true sincerity and affection.

Lin Yue secretly admired her own acting skills.

The woman in white, who was none other than Yan Qingjue, finally made a move.

Her gaze slowly moved from Lin Yue's tear-stained face to her outstretched hand.

That hand was very slender, and her skin appeared exceptionally white under the dim light.

Yan Qingjue's throat bobbed almost imperceptibly.

She did not go to support Lin Yue.

Instead, she slowly raised her hand and gripped the hilt of the quaint long sword at her waist.

"Scram."

A single word, icy and aloof without any discernible emotional fluctuation.

Yet this word carried an unquestionable command. Hearing this, that group of women immediately scrambled out of the room, not daring to stay a moment longer.

Soon, only Lin Yue and this woman in white remained in the room.

The air seemed to have frozen.

Lin Yue kept her hand extended, freezing in mid-air; retracting it was not right, nor was keeping it out.

The Saintess's gaze fell upon her, making her feel unable to move.

This feeling was even more agonizing than being surrounded by that group of women just now.

Those women's desires were direct.

But the one in front of her gave her the feeling of scrutiny.

A kind of scrutiny that intended to make her completely her own.

Lin Yue felt insecure and had no bottom in her heart.

This was different from what she had expected.

Usually at a time like this, after saving someone, shouldn't she gently pacify and ask "Are you okay?"?

How come this person didn't say a word and just stood there watching people?

Could she have discovered that she was acting?

Lin Yue felt uneasy inside, but the expression on her face became increasingly innocent and pitiful.

She carefully stretched her pleading hand a bit further toward Yan Qingjue, gazing at her with moist almond-shaped eyes, her gaze filled with helplessness at the prospect of being abandoned.

Yan Qingjue finally moved.

She released the sword hilt and strode over to the bedside.

Her tall figure completely enveloped Lin Yue.

Lin Yue even caught a faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her body.

It smelled very nice.

Yan Qingjue reached out her fair hand.

Lin Yue's heart tightened.

Is it coming? The legendary expert's head-pat comforting? Or pulling her up?

However, Yan Qingjue's hand bypassed her and directly picked up a strand of black hair by her pillow.

The pitch-black hair strands wound around her fair fingertips, creating a sharp contrast between black and white.

She brought that strand of hair beneath her nose and gently sniffed it.

Lin Yue's body froze instantly.

Oh my god! What on earth are you doing?

Her inner heart was already turbulent, but on the surface, Lin Yue only shivered slightly, as if startled by this intimate action.

Yan Qingjue's gaze never left Lin Yue's face.

After a long while.

Yan Qingjue's icy and aloof voice sounded once more, carrying a tone that allowed no refutation.

"You are my person now!"

Lin Yue looked at the woman in white before her.

She felt that this new danger was even more formidable, and had already declared ownership over her.