Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 21

Before this moment, Fu Yan had never imagined that a girl could grab a crocodile by the tail and swing it through the air. Seeing the scene unfold before her eyes, even her usually calm and composed self couldn’t help but be utterly stunned.

Fu Yan felt that her fragile heart had been deeply traumatized. They agreed on a cute, “moe” loli character, but now she was holding the wrong script entirely.

Perhaps because Tong Zhen’s actions were so world-shaking, not only was Fu Yan frozen on the shore, but even the lake full of Saber-Toothed Giant Crocodiles seemed dazed—they even forgot to attack the figure still walking on the water.

Thus, Tong Zhen quickly and calmly strolled over. Seeing her leisurely manner, Fu Yan had no doubt that she could pull out another chicken leg to eat at any second.

Fortunately, Tong Zhen reached the shore safely.

Just as she walked toward Fu Yan, who had barely recovered from her shock, a loud THUD suddenly echoed.

The two turned around simultaneously.

They saw that the crocodile Tong Zhen had swung onto the tree branch had somehow struggled free and fallen, making a very firm and intimate contact with the ground.

Luckily, these crocodiles were naturally thick-skinned and tough, so it didn’t suffer any substantial physical injury. However, the moment it felt Tong Zhen’s gaze on it again, it scrambled back into the lake without looking back and never showed its head again.

“…”

Physical injuries might heal, but the psychological trauma will last a lifetime, Fu Yan thought. She actually felt a bit sorry for that crocodile.

“Senior Sister Fu, your movement technique is so amazing! You crossed the lake in the blink of an eye.” Tong Zhen didn’t seem to care about the crocodile’s mental health; she looked up at Fu Yan with a face full of envy.

The previous image flashed through Fu Yan’s mind again. If she hadn’t seen that the other girl’s praise was genuinely sincere, she would have suspected Tong Zhen was making fun of her.

“Ahem!”

Fu Yan coughed awkwardly to steady her nerves. She looked at Tong Zhen and said, “Junior Sister Tong… your strength is also quite extraordinary.”

When Tong Zhen swung that crocodile just now, Fu Yan hadn’t felt a single trace of spiritual energy or True Essence fluctuation. That meant she relied entirely on her raw physical strength, which was truly terrifying.

“Hehe!” At Fu Yan’s words, Tong Zhen rubbed her head sheepishly and explained, “I just have a bit more strength than average. My actual cultivation is quite poor.”

Hearing this, Fu Yan felt an urge to shake her awake. Can this be called just a “bit” more strength?

Generally speaking, a cultivator’s physical strength has a limit. Even with high-grade body-refining techniques, it’s rarely this exaggerated. Of course, the world is vast, and “freaks” are not uncommon. Tong Zhen was a living example.

Even though Tong Zhen was only at the Early Opening Light stage and her skills were half-baked, Fu Yan felt that if she tried to fight her using only physical strength, winning would not be a simple matter.

“It’s fine,” Fu Yan gave a wry smile and said directly, “Let’s continue the trial.”

Tong Zhen nodded repeatedly. “Okay!”

The two continued into the forest. As the crocodile lake receded behind them, Fu Yan understood that the second stage was beginning.

While she had been worried about Tong Zhen earlier, she now had zero concerns about her safety. As long as they didn’t run into a Level 3 or Level 4 magical beast, Tong Zhen’s physical body feared nothing.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fu Yan sensed something wrong. Her brows knit slightly as she came to a halt.

“What’s wrong, Senior Sister Fu?” Tong Zhen, who hadn’t noticed anything, asked with confusion.

“Shh.” Fu Yan made a gesture for silence and whispered, “Do you hear that?”

Tong Zhen didn’t doubt her and immediately stood still, listening intently. Silence returned to the vast forest, but it was a silence that was a bit too eerie.

Rustle, rustle…

It sounded like something sliding through the grass—tiny, yet seemingly grating on the nerves, making one’s body tense up involuntarily.

“Could it be a snake-type magical beast?” Tong Zhen whispered a bold guess.

Fu Yan remained silent. That sliding sound did indeed resemble a snake, but she felt something wasn’t quite right.

Suddenly, Fu Yan’s eyes widened. She reached out and shoved Tong Zhen aside, her own body falling in the opposite direction.

In that exact second, a green vine shot out like an arrow. If Fu Yan hadn’t reacted so quickly, the two of them would have been skewered like kebabs.

Tong Zhen was startled by the sudden attack. Once she reacted, she reached out and grabbed a section of the vine—then snapped the green vine clean in two.

Fu Yan: “…” Forget it, stay calm.

“Go!” Fu Yan knew there wouldn’t be just one vine. Having no time for other thoughts, she grabbed Tong Zhen’s hand and ran forward.

Sure enough, countless green vines suddenly burst from the woods like arrows, trying to intercept them.

Knowing that running was useless, Fu Yan released Tong Zhen and gripped her Ling Long broken sword, prepared to fight these vines. “Watch yourself!”

With that, she lunged forward with her blade.

Sword-light flashed throughout the forest as segments of vines fell like rain. However, despite Fu Yan’s sharp swordplay, she couldn’t keep up with the overwhelming number of vines.

During a flip, a vine snared Fu Yan’s ankle. Before she could react, others quickly bound her limbs.

In a single breath, Fu Yan found herself completely unable to move. Even the Ling Long broken sword slipped from her grasp. Soon, she was enveloped by dense layers of vines, blocked from the light—she looked exactly like a vine-wrapped mummy.

“…”

“Senior Sister Fu, are you okay?” Below, Tong Zhen cried out in worry.

Tong Zhen’s situation was much better. Although the vines were many, they were no match for her strength. As soon as they tried to bind her, she simply flexed and snapped them.

Seeing no movement from Fu Yan, Tong Zhen was scared. She worried that if Fu Yan’s hands and feet were bound, she wouldn’t even be able to crush the glass bead provided by the elder to forfeit the trial.

With this thought, Tong Zhen began moving toward Fu Yan inch by inch.

In the darkness, Fu Yan could see no light and hear no sound, as if she were the only person left in the universe.

Illusionless Sword: Phantom Shadow, the interplay of void and reality. The surroundings are illusions; to have a sword is to have no sword… It was like a drop of water falling into a still pond.

In the dark, Fu Yan snapped her eyes open.

“Ling Long Sword!”

The broken sword on the ground, currently buried under vines, suddenly seemed to receive guidance. It shot upward and landed firmly in Fu Yan’s hand.

Fu Yan gave a slight smile.

“Illusionless Sword Second Form: Phantom Form!”

With a sudden shout, Tong Zhen saw sword-light erupt from within the green mass. In an instant, the air itself seemed to turn into countless blades, slicing through every vine.

With a flash of white light, Fu Yan burst through her “shell” and landed steadily not far from Tong Zhen. A carpet of severed vines fell around her.

Before Tong Zhen could express her joy at seeing Fu Yan safe, her vision suddenly went black—it felt as if something had swallowed her whole.

Fu Yan turned her head just in time to see Tong Zhen being gulped down by a Giant Man-Eating Flower that had appeared out of nowhere.

Fu Yan: “…”