Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 3

The black-clad flower-plucking thief finally turned around slowly. Although his face was obscured, Fu Yan could clearly sense his casual, mocking smile.

He looked at Fu Yan as if he were a cat playing with a mouse.

Fu Yan understood instantly: this man had clearly sensed her presence long ago and was simply playing with her.

It was no wonder he hadn’t appeared for five or six days. After being blocked by the pavilion’s formation last time, he must have felt signs of an impending breakthrough. During the time he was missing, he had successfully opened his Qi Sea and stepped into the Opening Light Stage.

Perhaps because it hadn’t been long since his breakthrough, the True Essence in the thief’s body wasn’t yet stable. Fu Yan could clearly sense the chaotic fluctuations of his aura.

Nevertheless, the gap between the Early Opening Light Stage and the 9th Layer of Foundation Building was immense. Fu Yan knew she couldn’t gain any advantage; she might even lose her life here.

She felt she was having the worst luck imaginable—facing an Opening Light cultivator right out of the gate.

Mindful of Miss Lin still lying on the bed and knowing the cramped pavilion was no place to fight, Fu Yan didn’t hesitate. She released her grip on her sword and flipped out through the window.

As expected, the thief followed her out at a leisurely pace.

“Miss, don’t you want your sword anymore?” The thief gripped Fu Yan’s sword and landed gracefully on a tree branch in front of her. He looked down at her as if she were already his prey.

Fu Yan stopped and looked up at him, suddenly putting on a look of utter terror. “You… you’re actually at the Opening Light Stage!”

The thief looked at the iron sword in his hand and quirked an eyebrow. “Though I’ve only just broken through, you should be well aware of the gap between Foundation Building and Opening Light.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Yan seemed instantly paralyzed with fear. Her face was full of panic, as if she had lost all reason. “You… don’t come over here… stay back! Aren’t you looking for Miss Lin? She’s in the pavilion! I am a disciple of the Shui Ling Sect—if you dare harm me, the sect will ensure you die without a burial place!”

“Hahaha!” The thief burst into laughter, his gaze full of irony. “So this is a disciple of a righteous sect? It seems you’re nothing special.”

With that, his eyes fell back on Fu Yan.

The moon had been obscured by a thin layer of dark clouds, making the light somewhat hazy. In the courtyard, Fu Yan stood in a cyan maid’s dress with a cinched waist. Her long hair, which had been tied up, was now flowing like a waterfall in the wind because of her jump from the window.

The misty moonlight hit her fair, translucent face, and her lively eyes looked exceptionally pure and alluring.

Seeing this, the thief on the tree felt his throat go dry.

“I could let you go, but…” He curled his lips, emphasizing every word: “You have to make me satisfied first.”

At those words, the Fu Yan below acted as if she didn’t understand his meaning. Instead, she asked innocently, “Really? You can’t lie to me.”

“Of course.”

“Fine. As long as you’re willing to spare me, I’ll do anything.” Fu Yan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She looked up at him and added, “Then give me back my sword first.”

The thief chuckled and jumped down to the ground.

Fu Yan, looking completely cowardly and afraid to die, slowly approached him. She cautiously reached out to touch the tip of her iron sword.

The thief was clearly impatient. He gripped the hilt and gave it a sharp tug. Fu Yan’s body slanted forward, and she seemed to fall straight toward his chest.

Just as she was about to plunge into his embrace, the previously timid Fu Yan suddenly flashed a slight smile.

In that split second, Fu Yan spun around, stabilizing her footing. Simultaneously, a sharp dagger popped out from her sleeve, slicing directly toward the thief’s throat.

Startled, the thief didn’t have time for much else; he instantly mobilized his True Essence to protect his vital points. However, he didn’t know that this was exactly what Fu Yan was waiting for.

In the next moment, Fu Yan flicked her wrist, and the sharp dagger lunged directly into the thief’s left eye.

Blood splattered instantly.

Fu Yan didn’t give him a chance to react. She grabbed his shoulders, performed a mid-air flip, and kicked him hard in the back.

The thief was sent flying a meter away, while Fu Yan used the momentum to roll into the distance, putting a safe gap between them.

“AHHHH!!”

The thief could do nothing but cover his eye, howling in agony. “You dare wound me!”

Fu Yan couldn’t care less about his murderous aura. She slowly climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from her face, and smiled. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you? You shouldn’t mess with pretty women.”

“B*tch, you’re dead!” The thief’s rage hit its peak. Ignoring his bleeding eye, he lunged at her.

Fu Yan didn’t dare be careless. Although she had blinded one of his eyes, for a cultivator, that wasn’t a fatal wound.

An attack from an Opening Light cultivator wasn’t something a Foundation Building disciple could withstand. Fu Yan wasn’t stupid enough to take him head-on. She quickly popped a pill into her mouth and flipped onto a nearby rooftop.

Then, without a moment’s delay, she sprinted toward the outskirts of Heiquan Town.

As for Miss Lin back in the pavilion, Fu Yan wasn’t worried. The thief was now completely enraged by her; he would do everything in his power to catch her and wouldn’t bother the Lin Manor.

Indeed, seeing Fu Yan flee, the thief followed without hesitation, catching up to her in just a few breaths.

“B*tch, die!”

The thief appeared behind her, channeling his True Essence into a full-force punch aimed at her head. Fu Yan had no doubt that if that punch landed, her head would be crushed instantly.

With no other choice, she stopped holding back. She unleashed her final life-saving measure at the thief who was now inches away.

BOOM!

The thief, who was just behind her, was sent flying like a broken kite. He slammed into the ground, his black clothes torn to shreds by the blast.

“Pfft…”

Blood sprayed from the thief’s mouth.

Fu Yan was also stunned. She hadn’t expected the Explosion Talisman to be this powerful.

In truth, because they were so close, the thief hadn’t expected her to have a trump card. He hadn’t had time to react and had taken a hit equivalent to a full-power strike from a Middle Opening Light expert.

Fu Yan glanced at him and immediately resumed running. She had no more life-saving items left. Even though the thief was heavily injured, she still couldn’t face him in a fair fight.

This was the sheer disparity between cultivation levels.

At this moment, she realized with painful clarity how important it was to become strong.

“AAAAHHH!! You’ve truly enraged me! B*tch, today you will die for sure!!” The thief couldn’t believe he had been so badly injured by a “mere ant” at the Foundation Building stage. He was going insane with rage.

He quickly swallowed a True Qi Pill and resumed the chase.

Seeing him catching up again, Fu Yan felt a surge of despair. Am I really going to die tonight?

However, having experienced that terrifying blast, the thief didn’t dare get too close this time. If he took another hit like that, he would be crippled if not dead.

The night grew deeper as they moved far away from Heiquan Town. Fu Yan spotted a dense forest ahead and tried to dash inside.

Predicting her move, the thief finally regained some sanity. He pulled something from his robe and threw it at her.

Just as she reached the edge of the forest, Fu Yan felt something hit her body. In the next instant, her strength vanished, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Weak-Bone Powder!

A second before losing consciousness, Fu Yan thought despairingly: It’s really over this time.

Seeing her collapse, the thief let out a crazed, hateful laugh. “Hahaha! Let’s see you run now!!”

He walked toward her step by step.

However, just as he was one pace away from the fallen Fu Yan, a sword suddenly whistled through the air—Swish!—and pierced straight through his chest. He didn’t even have time to react.

As the thief’s corpse slumped over, his eyes were still wide with disbelief.