Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 19

That single voice transmission from Bai Yueli left Fu Yan standing in the plaza, pondering for a long time. Though it was somewhat baffling, she knew things wouldn’t be that simple.

Fu Yan didn’t believe for a second that Bai Yueli was calling her over in the middle of the night just to make a friend.

On the way back to the inner sect, Fu Yan felt that Bai Yueli must have guessed something; otherwise, she wouldn’t have suddenly taken notice of her.

Whether or not to go tonight became a dilemma. However, she reasoned that if Bai Yueli had truly guessed something but hadn’t exposed her in that earlier situation, she likely wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

After thinking it over, Fu Yan decided to go. After all, the other party had saved her life.

Having made up her mind, she stopped agonizing over it. Whatever the matter was, she would know tonight. For some reason, she felt a deep sense of trust toward this Great Senior Sister.

Upon returning to the inner peak, Fu Yan first visited the sect’s weapon shop. Although her Ling Long broken sword was useful, it lacked a proper scabbard, making it awkward to carry. She decided to get one made.

“What? You want to forge a scabbard for a broken sword?” The shop owner stared at the Ling Long sword in her hand, looking utterly incredulous.

Fu Yan nodded. “Yes.”

The owner was baffled and suggested, “Look, little Junior Sister, what’s the use of a broken sword? Why don’t I forge you a new refined iron sword? It’ll be much better than this.”

“Thank you, but I’ll use my own sword.” Fu Yan was unmoved.

The owner sighed, giving up. He held up a finger. “Using my best materials, it’ll be 1,000 spirit stones.” He then paused and asked for her rank. Though confused, Fu Yan told him.

“The shop offers free service for the top ten, 50% off for the top 100, and 20% off for the top 200. Since you’re in the top 200, it’ll be 800 low-grade spirit stones,” the owner explained in detail.

Fu Yan: “…” She had only just realized that inner sect rankings could be used this way.

Eight hundred low-grade spirit stones was a massive sum for Fu Yan. After looting the two Zilan Sect disciples, her total net worth was around 3,000. She had used over 1,000 for cultivation recently, and after subtracting 800, she had very little left.

Fu Yan once again felt the sting of being “dirt poor.” Cultivation didn’t just require talent and hard work; it required “pay-to-win” levels of funding!

With nearly a month left before the ranking tournament, she couldn’t head down the mountain to earn extra cash through missions. After paying the stones, she felt quite financially constrained.

“Come pick it up tomorrow,” the owner said with a smile, waving her away as he pocketed the stones.

Leaving her sword behind, Fu Yan departed.

The events at the Main Peak had been resolved safely by luck, but Zhou Wunan had put significant pressure on her. In the eyes of a Hedo stage expert, her current cultivation was likely no different from an ant.

To survive, she desperately needed to get stronger.

The moment she returned to her courtyard, she wasted no time and immersed herself in cultivation. It wasn’t until she saw the moon hanging high in the night sky that she remembered Bai Yueli’s words.

Pausing, Fu Yan changed her clothes and headed straight toward Bai Yueli’s courtyard.

Bai Yueli was the rank one disciple and the “cauldron” specifically cultivated by the sect, so her residence was naturally far from ordinary.

The surroundings were silent, save for the occasional rustle in the woods. Fu Yan arrived at the residence, seeing a house that was several times more luxurious than a standard disciple’s cottage. She couldn’t help but click her tongue in envy.

The moment she stepped into the courtyard, she felt as if she had passed through a thin film. She realized there was a protective barrier here. Knowing that Bai Yueli already knew she had arrived, she didn’t call out.

With a creak, the wooden door opened. A figure walked out slowly. By the thin moonlight, Fu Yan recognized her as Bai Yueli.

She wore a thin gauze robe over her white inner garments, her long black hair held up simply with a plain wooden hairpin. It was an ordinary scene, yet Fu Yan felt her heart skip a beat for no reason.

It’s just because this person is too beautiful, she thought.

“Senior Sister Bai.” Seeing her approach, Fu Yan quickly gathered her thoughts and took the lead to greet her.

Bai Yueli nodded slightly. She looked at Fu Yan for a long moment before speaking. “You already know?”

Her voice was cold, carrying a sense of being miles away. Fu Yan thought this fit her cold and elegant persona from the book perfectly; a person like this would likely only show tenderness to a lover.

Looking at her, Fu Yan felt a pang of pity. Such a beautiful, cold goddess—she should be cherished. How did she end up with a stallion male lead like the protagonist?

“Yes, because of Senior Sister’s sword,” Fu Yan replied, shaking those inappropriate thoughts out of her head. Though the question was vague, Fu Yan knew what she meant and told her truthfully how she had recognized her.

Fu Yan added, “Thank you, Senior Sister Bai, for saving my life and for the opportunity with the Cleansing Pool.”

While she couldn’t offer a substantial gift right now, a sincere face-to-face thank you was necessary.

“It was nothing.” Bai Yueli wasn’t surprised. She had been carrying her Moon-Sway Sword when she saved her, so being recognized was natural. “I was just passing by. Since we are from the same sect, it was only right.”

Fu Yan didn’t push the thanks further to avoid being over-the-top.

Bai Yueli truly didn’t care about the gratitude. Saving her had been an accident—a casual act. However, seeing Fu Yan again had surprised her.

Back at the Main Peak Plaza, seeing that fleeting expression on Fu Yan’s face had sparked a thought in her mind. She felt the guess was absurd, and yet… perhaps not that absurd.

Bai Yueli rarely paid attention to inner sect matters or rankings. When she discovered Fu Yan’s rank, she was genuinely surprised. Based on the timeline, Fu Yan had only entered the Opening Light stage after returning from the Chihei Mountains. She had only been in the inner sect for half a month, yet in that time, she had surpassed others who had worked for six months or a year.

Bai Yueli had become curious about this junior sister. Soon, stories of Fu Yan’s deeds—like using Early Opening Light cultivation to shatter the Qi Sea of the Middle Opening Light Zhou Zhenlie in a life-and-death duel—reached her ears.

The thought in her head no longer seemed so absurd.

“Did you… comprehend the Heart-Piercing Strike?” Bai Yueli stared at Fu Yan, asking every word clearly.

Fu Yan froze. She knew Bai Yueli had guessed something, but she hadn’t expected her to be so direct.

“No,” Fu Yan smiled, then added truthfully, “But those two from the Zilan Sect were indeed killed by me.”

With smart people, there was no need for deception.

“However, they tried to frame me first and then came to kill me…” Fu Yan quickly recounted the events of that day in a few sentences.

She didn’t mention the Ling Long broken sword—not because she feared Bai Yueli would covet it, but because it wasn’t necessary. In the vast world, every cultivator had their own secrets; no one told everything to another.

“So, I haven’t exactly ‘comprehended’ the Heart-Piercing Strike. It was just the maximum potential triggered by the fear of death.”

Hearing Fu Yan admit this without fear, Bai Yueli paused. She had been prepared for Fu Yan to be evasive, requiring her to probe further, but the girl was more candid than she expected.

“Does Senior Sister have anything else to ask?” Fu Yan asked with a smile when Bai Yueli remained silent.

Bai Yueli looked up. She pulled out a jade slip and tossed it to Fu Yan.

“This contains an introduction and insights regarding the Heart-Piercing Strike,” Bai Yueli explained calmly. “It should be of help to you.”

Holding the jade slip, Fu Yan was genuinely shocked. Insights into the Heart-Piercing Strike were incredibly valuable; she hadn’t expected Bai Yueli to give her something so precious.

“Senior Sister, this is…”

“Also, before the ranking tournament, try not to leave the mountain. Elder Zhou will likely be watching you,” Bai Yueli said, changing the subject instead of answering.

Fu Yan paused, knowing this was a warning. “Understood.”

“Senior Sister, why are you helping me?” Fu Yan couldn’t help but ask. In this world, everyone was a potential rival. She didn’t understand Bai Yueli’s motive.

Bai Yueli’s gaze drifted toward the distance. She murmured, seemingly to herself, “The Northern Region is but the tip of the iceberg of the Tongxuan Continent. Someone has to walk out of it eventually.”

Fu Yan felt she understood, yet didn’t quite understand.

As she left, Fu Yan suddenly raised the jade slip, looked back at Bai Yueli, and gave a brilliant smile. “In any case, thanks, Senior Sister Bai!”

Under the cold moonlight, Bai Yueli watched the retreating figure, and for some reason, the corners of her mouth twitched into a very faint, subtle curve.