Starting Cultivation by Marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 3: Weaver Girl, Weaver of Fate

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The red threads on Lin Yao’s arm continued to tighten, and blood soaked the ground.

Yet, Lin Yao suddenly smiled and sat down on a stool behind him.

He was gambling.

Betting that his bride could do no more than this.

As the pressure increased, Lin Yao’s face turned pale, and beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

The loss of blood made him feel increasingly weak.

His heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm, staring at the bride.

The room was eerily silent, and the red threads between them became the focal point of their standoff.

“The pressure… stopped?”

Just as Lin Yao’s vision began to blur, the red threads on his arm ceased tightening.

“Now, can we talk? Weaver Girl?”

Lin Yao raised his arm, the dripping blood contrasting sharply with his smiling face.

“What do you want to talk about?”

Unlike the hoarse wails from the human skins, this voice, though weak, was melodious. It must have been the Weaver Girl speaking.

Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Weaver Girl could temporarily side with him, even if it was just a fragile alliance of convenience,

he might have a chance to find a way out of this bizarre world.

Lin Yao spoke, “I have no interest in your past or your suffering, but we both want to escape this place. So, how about making a deal?”

The Weaver Girl remained silent for a moment before replying,

“If it’s a deal, I don’t see your sincerity.”

Lin Yao knew what she meant by “sincerity.” In ancient weddings, the marriage was finalized with the exchange of documents and ceremonies.

Once the marriage contract was signed, they were considered husband and wife in name.

The Weaver Girl wanted him to hand over the marriage contract for this reason.

However, Lin Yao didn’t understand why she didn’t just kill him and take the contract herself.

“Could it be because of Xiu Niang?”

A few guesses flashed through Lin Yao’s mind.

Perhaps Xiu Niang, standing outside the door, was the true mastermind behind all this.

“I’m just an ordinary mortal. If I lose this marriage contract, I doubt I’ll make it out of this room alive. So, I refuse.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the red threads that had momentarily disappeared shot toward Lin Yao again.

This time, their target was his heart.

Lin Yao remained seated. The threads pierced his skin but suddenly stopped.

The Weaver Girl’s voice rang out,

“I’ve placed a curse on your heart. If you break your promise, you’ll become one of these human skins.”

“Since I’ve shown my sincerity, it’s your turn now. I can’t hold off those things outside for long.”

As Lin Yao finished speaking, a string of text suddenly appeared in his mind.

**[Innate Divine Ability: Weaving Fate]**

“This is a secret technique passed down from the ancient Heavenly Emperor’s lineage. Even with your mortal body, you can use it.”

Lin Yao carefully examined this divine ability, feeling a sense of awe.

How could the Weaver Girl, who possessed such a power, have fallen to this state?

“But…”

After reading the prerequisites for Weaving Fate, Lin Yao suddenly looked up at the Weaver Girl behind the veil.

**[By manipulating the external environment and the caster’s own guidance, weave a reality-like illusion.]**

A reality-like illusion?

Lin Yao laughed.

The sound confused the Weaver Girl.

“In that case, how about hearing my plan?”

The Weaver Girl remained silent, so Lin Yao continued,

“Xiu Niang and those strange guests outside are after my death. They’ve waited six days, likely planning to kill me on the seventh day during our wedding night, perhaps to complete some kind of ritual?”

His gaze remained fixed on the Weaver Girl.

“What do you want to do?”

“Kill me.”

The red threads pierced Lin Yao’s heart.

A meaningful smile hung on his face.

[Translator: sauron05]

“My performance begins.”

Outside the room.

Xiu Niang stood with her head bowed, quietly waiting at the door.

Behind her, the guests could barely contain their greed, eagerly eyeing the bridal chamber.

If not for Xiu Niang standing in front of them, they would have already rushed in and torn Lin Yao to pieces.

“Creak.”

The door swung open.

Amid the strong scent of blood, Lin Yao’s corpse was revealed to the crowd.

Seeing this, Xiu Niang’s eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.

She stepped into the bridal chamber, and the guests, as if given permission, swarmed in after her.

They gathered around the corpse, sniffing excitedly as if it were the most delicious delicacy in the world, yet none dared to take the first bite.

Xiu Niang ignored Lin Yao and walked straight to the Weaver Girl by the bed.

Her eyes were filled with madness, hatred, and a trace of lingering affection.

“Why do you torment yourself like this?”

Xiu Niang gently caressed the Weaver Girl’s face, as if she were a long-lost lover.

The Weaver Girl’s soft laughter echoed in the room.

“It seems you’ve adapted well to this female body, Cowherd.”

Her tone was full of mockery.

Xiu Niang—or rather, the Cowherd—

gripped the Weaver Girl’s face tightly, his veins bulging as his expression turned ferocious, overshadowing any trace of love.

“So what? You fled to the Rebirth Inn and cursed me into this state, at the cost of your own eternal suffering. You’ve become neither human nor ghost!”

The Cowherd roared in anger.

“If you had listened to me back then, let me ascend to immortality, we could have lived as celestial lovers. It’s all because of you!”

As he spoke, he pushed the Weaver Girl onto the wedding bed.

The red threads tightened instantly, and seeing the Weaver Girl’s pained expression, the Cowherd felt a sense of satisfaction.

“Can you even do anything now?”

His words were filled with ridicule.

The Cowherd gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the Weaver Girl’s neck.

“You’ve trapped me for a hundred years! And because of that damned pawn ticket, I can only see you once a year during these seven days of marriage! These men all deserve to die! Every single one of them!”

The Weaver Girl remained silent, enduring his rage.

After venting, the Cowherd slumped by the bed, his eyes empty as he stared at the ceiling.

As the Weaver Girl had said, what could he do in this body?

Years ago, in his quest for immortality, he had sacrificed his own child, attempting to steal the Weaver Girl’s divine blood.

But things didn’t go as planned. The ancient Heavenly Emperor’s bloodline within the Weaver Girl was inherited by their daughter, Xiu Niang.

Desperate, he used the entire village as a sacrifice, hoping to repeat the process and transfer the bloodline to his child.

He had thought that this time, he would finally become the revered immortal he had always dreamed of.

But the Weaver Girl, whom he had imprisoned as a tool, escaped.

No one knew where she went, but on the day of the sacrifice, she returned with a sky full of red threads, weaving a curse just as he had once imprisoned her.

She trapped the vengeful spirits of the villagers and him together.

For a hundred years, the spirits of the villagers tormented him endlessly, and the Weaver Girl’s room was sealed with a powerful restriction.

Without her celestial robe, she was supposed to be nothing more than a tool for his ascension!

Later, the old yellow ox revealed the truth and taught him a method to control the vengeful spirits.

It also instructed him to use a formation to lure a doomed person here each year to weaken the restriction.

This was why the dry well and the old yellow ox became the focal points of the manor.

“That beast probably never imagined that instead of achieving immortality through you, it would end up destroying itself.”

The Cowherd coldly glanced at the Weaver Girl on the bed, then stood up and walked over to Lin Yao’s body.

“This is the last one. With him, I can regain my male form, and the restrictions of the Rebirth Inn will vanish. You won’t be able to stop me then.”

His hoarse voice reached the Weaver Girl’s ears, causing her to tremble slightly.

The Cowherd sneered, grabbing Lin Yao’s head and pressing their foreheads together.

As their foreheads touched, the Cowherd’s skin began to crack, and countless red threads, similar to the Weaver Girl’s, emerged from his body, slowly flowing into Lin Yao’s corpse.

At that moment, the guests seemed unable to suppress their bloodlust, inching closer to the two.

“Get back!”

Before the Cowherd could finish his sentence,

he felt a cold sensation pierce his chest. Looking down, he saw the tip of a blade protruding from his body.

A hand gently covered his eyes, and Lin Yao’s voice whispered in his ear,

“Sorry, but I want to live.”

(End of Chapter)