Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 2

Leaving the ruined temple, Fu Yan mounted a Wind-Gallop Horse and sped toward Heiquan Town.

These horses were precious steeds raised by the Shui Ling Sect itself. Capable of traveling a thousand miles in a single day, they were twice as fast as ordinary horses—a perfect companion for a traveler.

As for “Sword Flying,” that was a technique only available to those who had successfully opened their Qi Sea and reached the Opening Light Stage. For the current Fu Yan, riding was her only option.

Technically, the pre-transmigration Fu Yan didn’t know how to ride a horse. Fortunately, the body had muscle memory; after a brief period of adjustment, she was riding like a pro.

By the afternoon, Fu Yan had successfully arrived at Heiquan Town. By then, her stomach was practically glued to her spine from hunger.

At her current level, Fu Yan had not yet reached the “Bigu” (Inedia) stage. Like any ordinary person, she needed a steady intake of calories, and since she hadn’t eaten since the previous night, she was reaching her limit.

The Shui Ling Sect maintained its own courier station in Heiquan Town. Fu Yan quickly located it using her memories, left her horse there, and found a local tavern.

Perhaps because it wasn’t quite dinner time yet, there were only a few occupied tables. Her food was served quickly.

As she ate, she didn’t forget her mission. Seeing the waiter with a moment of free time, she called him over.

“Waiter, I heard a notorious flower-plucking thief has appeared here lately. Is that true?” Fu Yan asked casually, keeping her eyes on him while she ate.

At those words, the waiter’s expression soured. He sighed and looked at her. “Sigh, things haven’t been peaceful lately. That thief is a cultivator; how can us mortals compete? You don’t know, traveler—since he appeared, several ladies in town have already suffered.”

Fu Yan nodded, contemplating in silence.

The waiter finally seemed to notice that Fu Yan was a beautiful woman herself. He quickly advised, “Miss, I suggest you head home right after eating. It’s almost dark, and you shouldn’t be wandering around. That thief targets young, beautiful women like yourself.”

Fu Yan gave a sheepish smile. She was actually worried the thief wouldn’t show up in front of her. Needing more clues, she spoke truthfully: “It’s alright. I am also a cultivator. I’m not afraid of him.”

“You’re a cultivator too?” The waiter was surprised but didn’t doubt her, especially since she had a sword resting on the table.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his eyes widened. “Could it be that you are a disciple of the Shui Ling Sect?”

It turned out that the thief had recently set his sights on the daughter of the local Lin Manor. Squire Lin had sent for help from the Shui Ling Sect—an event known to everyone in Heiquan Town. Hearing Fu Yan claim to be a cultivator made the waiter connect the dots.

Fu Yan nearly choked on her food and quickly poured herself some tea. After a gulp, she nodded to the waiter.

“That’s wonderful! Immortal, you must catch that thief!” The waiter was just a mortal; he held a natural sense of awe and respect for sect disciples. His expression turned significantly more solemn.

Being called “Immortal” was a bit embarrassing for Fu Yan, but she pushed it aside and asked, “Has there been any news about the thief recently?”

The waiter thought hard. “Now that you mention it, it’s a bit strange. The thief hasn’t shown his face for quite a few days.”

Fu Yan frowned. She didn’t think the thief had fled out of fear of the Shui Ling Sect; the sect’s intelligence missions were usually accurate.

She just hoped no unexpected variables had cropped up.

After paying for her meal, Fu Yan headed straight for the Lin Manor.

Upon hearing that someone from the Shui Ling Sect had arrived, Squire Lin personally came out to greet her. However, his joy faltered slightly when he saw she was alone.

“Is the Immortal alone? Are your fellow disciples following behind?” Squire Lin asked honestly.

Fu Yan understood his concern—he was afraid she couldn’t handle it by herself. She didn’t take offense and replied, “It is just me.”

Squire Lin’s disappointment was visible. “This…”

“Squire Lin, do not worry. Since I have accepted the mission, I will protect the young mistress’s safety.” Fu Yan gave him a small nod of reassurance.

“In that case, I thank the Immortal.” Squire Lin had no other choice but to pin all his hopes on her.

Fu Yan followed him into the manor. From their conversation, she gathered the current situation: the thief had indeed targeted the daughter and had even attempted a break-in once, only to be thwarted by Squire Lin’s defenses.

“You may not know, but years ago I accidentally saved a cultivator. To repay me, he left a formation in my manor. It is because of that formation that the thief failed,” Squire Lin recalled, still looking shaken.

A formation?

“May I see it?” Fu Yan asked.

Squire Lin led her to a courtyard. As soon as she stepped in, Fu Yan felt the fluctuations of spiritual power. She walked around the pavilion and quickly had an answer.

Though she wasn’t an expert in formations, she could tell this was a standard self-preservation array. For someone at the Foundation Building stage like her, it would be tricky to break. However, for someone at the Opening Light stage, it could be swept away with a wave of a hand.

This confirmed that the thief’s cultivation was indeed only at the Foundation Building stage.

“This formation is old and in disrepair,” Fu Yan said, shaking her head. “It could stop him once, but a second time will be difficult.”

Squire Lin sighed. “The Immortal is right. That is why I sought help. Please, you must capture him.”

Fu Yan examined the spot where the formation had been attacked. Based on the residual energy, the thief was likely at the 9th Layer of Foundation Building. It wouldn’t be a problem for her.

“How many days has it been since he last appeared?”

Squire Lin counted on his fingers. “It has been five days since the formation blocked him.”

Five days…

That was strange. Usually, if a thief like that failed, they would strike again quickly. Why would he seem to give up for nearly a week?

Despite her doubts, Fu Yan didn’t overthink it. She had her own trump card. According to the original owner’s memory, she wasn’t an arrogant person; before leaving the sect, she had spent all her contribution points to buy an Explosion Talisman.

An Explosion Talisman was a charm condensed from the “True Essence” of an Opening Light stage expert. When used, it unleashed a strike equivalent to a powerhouse of that level. A Foundation Building cultivator would have no room to fight back.

“Starting today, I will disguise myself as the young mistress’s maid and stay in this pavilion. We will wait for him to show himself,” Fu Yan decided.

Since the thief left no trail, they had to bait him. Squire Lin felt much more at ease knowing she was staying. “Then I shall trouble the Immortal.”

That night was peaceful. Nothing happened, and the thief didn’t show.

“Do you think he gave up?” the young Miss Lin asked the next day, her eyes wide with naivety.

Fu Yan shook her head. She didn’t believe he had given up; if anything, she suspected he was planning something bigger.

As if to prove her theory, the following night, while Miss Lin was fast asleep, Fu Yan—hiding in the shadows—suddenly snapped her eyes open.

The formation outside let out a massive tremor.

In an instant, the spiritual fluctuations of the array vanished completely. Fu Yan was shocked. Even if the thief could break it, this was far too fast. It had shattered almost instantly.

She had no time to react. A split second later, a figure clad in black appeared in the room.

His target was clear: Miss Lin on the bed.

Outside, a faint wind blew. The moonlight was exceptionally bright, casting dappled shadows through the window into the room. The thief’s face was obscured by some secret technique; Fu Yan’s cultivation wasn’t high enough to see through it.

He walked toward the bed, step by step.

With time running out, Fu Yan lunged from the shadows. She gripped her iron sword and thrust it straight at the thief’s back.

To her surprise, the man didn’t even try to dodge. He took the strike head-on with his body.

However…

Just millimeters before the blade could touch him, a powerful force constricted the sword. It couldn’t move forward another inch.

This was… True Essence!

Realizing her sword was bound by an invisible force, Fu Yan felt like she’d been hit by a bolt from the blue. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

It’s over!

This person is at the Opening Light Stage!!