Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 180

To be precise, both Cui Hao and Xu Yilin appeared in the same livestream.

At midnight, the networks in City S were hacked by an unknown individual. Every computer screen displayed a countdown from ten before revealing the faces of Cui Hao and Xu Yilin.

The two were by a body of water, looking utterly disheveled.

Cui Hao stared fearfully into the void. “N-No… It wasn’t me! I didn’t kill you! It was all Xu Yilin’s doing!”

“Then what about Ye Shaohua? Why did you claim online that she was mentally unstable?”

At that moment, a tall, elegant figure appeared on the screen—only his sharp, chiseled profile was visible, but it was enough to tell he was extraordinarily handsome.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Cui Hao stammered in terror, “I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Xu Yilin and I were dating. She wanted Ye Shaohua’s jade pendant, so I approached Ye Shaohua to buy it. But she refused. So I pretended to be her boyfriend, made her fall for me, then dumped her. Xu Yilin said once she had a mental breakdown, the pendant would be ours!”

“Is what he said true?” Fu Jinyun asked coolly, turning to Xu Yilin.

“I don’t want to die! Save me!” Xu Yilin shrieked, her eyes darting around in panic. “I never wanted her pendant! It was him—he said I was born under a Yin moon, that if I got the pendant, she could die in my place! I… I didn’t mean for her to die! I just wanted to teach her a lesson! She stole everything from me—I was always the school’s beauty queen until she showed up and took it all!”

…

The livestream cut off there.

But the police later located the broadcast site. What they found was even more bizarre than what had been shown online.

Xu Yilin was slumped on the ground, her pants soaked in urine. When she spotted the officers, her eyes lit up with desperate hope.

Then, in an instant—her neck twisted violently, as if seized by an invisible hand.

“It… wasn’t… me…”

Those with sharp eyes could see the distinct, ghostly fingerprints already bruising her throat.

The police captain rushed to intervene, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t move forward—as if trapped in place.

Ye Shaohua stepped forward and slapped a talisman onto Xu Yilin’s forehead. A blue sigil flared beneath her skin.

Fu Heng’s eyes widened. “Miss Ye’s talisman skills are truly astounding.”

The captain, who had once adamantly denied the existence of the supernatural, now felt a chill crawl down his spine. His entire worldview had just been shattered.

Fu Jinyun bit his finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the talisman. The moment Ye Shaohua restrained Xu Yilin, the girl’s body withered instantly into a desiccated corpse.

Whoever was behind this had been using Xu Yilin as a conduit—stealing the lives of young women to prolong their own. Now that Xu Yilin was dead, so too was the mastermind.

Fu Jinyun studied Ye Shaohua for a long moment before asking, “Where’s your pendant?”

Ye Shaohua tucked her hands into her pockets. “No idea.”

After the livestream, Xu Yilin was dead, and Cui Hao—though alive—was exposed for his vile nature.

Not only had he manipulated women’s emotions, but he’d also slandered Ye Shaohua. Many who had once believed the rumors now wished they could pelt him with rotten eggs.

Cui Hao became a social pariah. His family went bankrupt, and he descended into madness, babbling about ghosts. The man who had once labeled Ye Shaohua as “mentally ill” was now confined to a psychiatric ward—the very fate he’d wished upon her.

…

The day after Xu Yilin’s death, news broke in the metaphysical world: the Shen family’s 150-year-old patriarch had passed away.

Given that Xu Yilin had targeted Ye Shaohua from the start, Fu Jinyun deduced the truth and began shadowing her every move.

Ye Shaohua pretended not to notice his earlier aloofness.

As Fu Jinyun’s birthday approached, Fu Heng grew visibly tense. The family returned to the capital, with Ye Shaohua accompanying them.

“You’ve been unusually tired lately,” Fu Jinyun remarked, watching her doze off during the short car ride. He chuckled softly, then sighed.

Ye Shaohua, too exhausted to respond, only smiled faintly.

The Fu family knew Fu Jinyun wasn’t expected to survive his birthday, so no celebrations were held.

When the Second Miss Ye learned of Ye Shaohua’s return with Fu Jinyun, she couldn’t resist gloating. “Shaohua, my condolences.”

Fu Weifeng added coldly, “You’ll regret this.”

But Fu Jinyun paid them no mind, his attention solely on Ye Shaohua. “Careful,” he murmured, steadying her as she stumbled on the steps. His voice was tender, almost helpless.

Watching the strikingly handsome man dote on Ye Shaohua so devotedly, the Second Miss Ye swallowed her words. Fu Weifeng, with his domineering arrogance, had never treated her with such care.

No matter, she thought bitterly. He’ll be dead soon anyway.

Yet against all odds—even Fu Jinyun’s own expectations—he woke up the next morning, alive and well.

The Fu family was stunned.

The Second Miss Ye and Fu Weifeng clung to the hope that he wouldn’t last much longer.

But Fu Jinyun lived on for decades. With him at the helm, Fu Weifeng never stood a chance at leading the family, and the Second Miss Ye’s dreams of becoming the Fu matriarch crumbled.

Ye Shaohua passed away a few years later, but not before training three exceptional disciples: Ye Ming and two of Master Zhou’s students.

Even after her death, her legacy endured. The three disciples’ skills rivaled the Fu family’s, and many speculated that Fu Jinyun’s survival was due to Ye Shaohua’s life-transferring arts.

When Old Master Ye realized this, he coughed up blood in regret. If only he’d fought to keep Ye Shaohua in the family…

But it was too late. The Ye family faded into obscurity.

…

New World: A Star-Crossed Destiny

“Shaohua, listen to me. I only want what’s best for you. Do you know how many women would kill to marry General An? Stop pining over Allen—this isn’t the time for childish rebellion!”

As Ye Shaohua opened her eyes, a dignified woman gazed at her with a mix of heartache and exasperation.

For a moment, Ye Shaohua was taken aback by the raw concern in the woman’s expression—until System 008 transmitted the new world’s plot.

This was a stellar mecha universe.

The original Ye Shaohua had decent talent—a rare B-grade psychic aptitude among women. But the true protagonist was her half-sister, Ye Junwei.

Ye Junwei was the illegitimate daughter of General Ye, conceived during a military campaign with a commoner. When the Mecha Academy uncovered her resemblance to the general, her identity was exposed.

General Ye brought her home under the guise of being a comrade’s orphan, but the truth soon surfaced.

Ye Shaohua’s mother, a scion of the planet’s royal family, was furious. The model husband had betrayed her.

The royals banished Ye Junwei and her mother, offering only a pittance for their survival.

Humiliated, they left—but not before igniting General Ye’s guilt.

Ye Junwei’s fortunes reversed when she was tested as an S-grade psychic, a once-in-a-generation prodigy. She enrolled in the Galactic First Military Academy, mastered mecha combat, and became the first female general in history.

Meanwhile, Ye Shaohua—though talented—was overshadowed.

Ye Junwei, nursing a grudge, used her military influence to ruin the Ye family and overthrow the royal dynasty.

Overnight, Ye Shaohua went from a general’s wife to a commoner. Her father remarried Ye Junwei’s mother, leaving Ye Shaohua’s mother to die in disgrace.

Now, Ye Shaohua had arrived at a pivotal moment:

• Ye Junwei had just been revealed as an S-grade genius, hailed as an inspirational icon.
• Ye Shaohua was married to the planet’s most coveted general—while the world eagerly awaited their divorce.