I Transmigrated Into a Female-Oriented Novel Where the Female Lead Hates Me and the Villainess Torments Me - Chapter 5:

Chapter 5: Do I Need a Reason to Make You Kneel?

In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.

Boom!

Inside the cave, a sudden explosion echoed as a thumb-thick, one-meter-deep hole appeared in the stone wall, filled with terrifying sword energy.

“It’s done.” Xiao Luocheng looked at his finger with satisfaction. He hadn’t expected that he would manage to cultivate the Pure Yang Sword Finger in just half an hour. This speed even surprised him.

According to the book left behind by the Thousand-Faced Thief Commander, merely grasping the basics of the Pure Yang Sword Finger should take at least six months. To achieve mastery and wield it freely was said to require ten years.

Yet now, Xiao Luocheng had already reached that level in just thirty minutes.

“With the Pure Yang Sword Finger completed, I might as well consider cultivating the other three techniques…”

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Xiao Luocheng looked forward to the results of cultivating Stepping Snow Without a Trace, Thousand Illusion Art, and Heaven-Stealing Swap Technique. He was curious to see how fast he would master them.

By dusk, beastly roars echoed from the outskirts, and only then did Xiao Luocheng slowly open his eyes.

Just like with the Pure Yang Sword Finger, he had successfully cultivated the other three techniques to perfection. His terrifying talent was enough to leave anyone speechless.

“Marvelous.” Xiao Luocheng smiled lightly as his appearance shifted effortlessly, fluid and seamless.

He glanced at the sheepskin scroll placed beside him, thought for a moment, then picked up a fire striker and burned it. Now that he had fully grasped the Supreme Mystery Scripture, there was no need to keep the scroll.

“Time to head back.”

After finishing everything, Xiao Luocheng stepped out of the cave and glanced down. With a leap, he soared downward, feeling refreshed and invigorated…

By the time he returned to the Princess’s residence, the sky had already turned completely dark. Yet the estate remained brightly lit.

At the entrance, two guards stood watch. They glanced at Xiao Luocheng but neither greeted him nor said a word, standing stiffly like wooden statues.

“…” Xiao Luocheng looked toward the residence and walked straight in.

Soon, he arrived outside a room.

Bang!

A burst of smashing sounds came from inside. There was only one person who would dare smash things here—Lin Moran. Clearly, that crazy woman was having another outburst.

No doubt it was because the Heavenly Profound Jade Disc had been lost.

“Come in!” Lin Moran’s cold voice rang out.

Xiao Luocheng didn’t hesitate and pushed the door open.

Inside the room, Lin Moran wore a long black dress, holding a whip in her hand. Her expression was gloomy, clearly in a foul mood. She had sent someone to deliver the Heavenly Profound Jade Disc to Tianqian City, only for it to be intercepted. This made her furious.

“…” Xiao Luocheng looked at Lin Moran with a calm expression.

“Kneel!” Lin Moran ordered coldly.

“And do I need a reason for that?” Xiao Luocheng asked indifferently.

“…”

Lin Moran was momentarily stunned, wondering if she’d heard wrong. Xiao Luocheng was actually questioning her?

She told him to kneel—why would she need to give a reason?

Had he grown bold after a single trip outside? Who gave him this courage? The Ye Prince’s Residence? Or Ye Qingyan?

Her expression grew even colder as the whip in her hand lashed out at Xiao Luocheng’s face.

But as the whip came down, Xiao Luocheng’s expression remained unchanged. He casually raised his hand and blocked it with his forearm.

Pa!

The whip struck his sleeve, tearing it apart, but his arm was completely unscathed. It didn’t hurt in the slightest.

“…” Lin Moran paused for a second. Last night, when she struck Xiao Luocheng, though he spoke stubbornly, he hadn’t been this calm.

“I told you to kneel. Do I need a reason?” Lin Moran gripped the whip tightly and said coldly.

“Whether there’s a reason or not doesn’t really matter,” Xiao Luocheng said casually. “After all, my bones may be soft, but my knees are hard. I won’t kneel.”

He lazily brushed the tattered fabric from his sleeve.

“Very well! Knees hard, huh? Then I’ll break them.” Lin Moran laughed angrily. A useless good-for-nothing daring to posture in front of her—he needed to be taught a lesson.

Still, the fact that Xiao Luocheng dared speak to her like this made her reevaluate him a little.

“As long as it makes Your Highness happy,” Xiao Luocheng said, sitting down nearby. He picked up a teapot and poured himself a cup of fragrant tea.

“Then I’ll grant your wish.” Lin Moran swung her whip at his knees. A fresh tear appeared on his white robe, but once again, there was no pain.

Xiao Luocheng’s face showed no reaction. He didn’t seem to care at all.

He lifted the teacup, took a sip, and said softly, “The tea in the Princess’s residence is excellent. Next time, please switch it with wine. But has Your Highness not eaten? That strike was so light. Were you just trying to scratch an itch?”

“…” Lin Moran was annoyed. She had been hoping to see Xiao Luocheng crying out in pain, begging for mercy. Yet he didn’t even flinch.

It felt like punching cotton—completely powerless.

She raised the whip again.

But instead of striking, she stared at Xiao Luocheng and revealed a charming smile. “I see now. You’re trying to provoke me, trying to disgust me. Then I mustn’t let you get your way.”

She was convinced that Xiao Luocheng was deliberately provoking her.

If she kept hitting him and he continued to show no reaction, she would only get more frustrated.

It seemed he’d figured out that she wouldn’t kill him anytime soon and was testing her limits.

Already agitated by the theft of the Heavenly Profound Jade Disc, if she got baited into acting rashly, she’d be even more upset.

Hearing this, Xiao Luocheng gave her a thumbs up, “No wonder you’re Lin Moran. Smart as ever. But you can still try again. Maybe if you hit me one more time, I’ll scream in agony.”

“Hehe! I’ll spare you for tonight,” Lin Moran said with a cold laugh.

Xiao Luocheng set the cup down and gently brushed his robe. “Pity about this outfit—damaged for nothing.”

He slowly stood up, glanced around the room, and commented, “Jade bottles, glazed cups, famous paintings—must’ve cost a fortune. The Princess truly is extravagant. Smashing things without blinking. Next time, give me a heads-up. I’m short on money and could sell a few.”

Pa!

The whip in Lin Moran’s hand slammed down beside Xiao Luocheng, splitting a table in two.

Xiao Luocheng said softly, “Your Highness’s whip skills are that poor? I’m standing this close, and you still missed? Want to try again?”

“You…” Lin Moran furrowed her brows.

Xiao Luocheng didn’t care. He picked up a broken porcelain bowl and shook his head, “What a shame. Such a beautiful bowl… and now it’s shattered.”

Lin Moran was once again infuriated. She tossed the whip aside and glared at Xiao Luocheng, “Clean this mess up.”

“This is your room. You made the mess. Clean it yourself. I’m not your servant. Why should I do it?” Xiao Luocheng said dismissively. He tossed aside the broken bowl and walked over to the bed.

He took off his shoes, lay down, and stretched lazily.

“…” Lin Moran stood frozen.

For a moment, she couldn’t get used to this side of Xiao Luocheng. Was he really unafraid of her?

“Your Highness, if you want to rest, come lie down. If not, don’t disturb me.” Xiao Luocheng closed his eyes.

“Then rest well. I’ll make sure you get plenty of rest every day from now on,” Lin Moran said with a seductive smile.

Now she was even more certain that Xiao Luocheng was just pretending to be unafraid to irritate her.

If that was the case, she wouldn’t fall for it.

With that thought, she turned and left the room. She had plenty of ways to deal with Xiao Luocheng. There was no need to rush.