Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 32

That night, it seemed everyone in the village had fallen into a deep slumber. The night was exceptionally still. Under the hazy moonlight, a figure watched Fu Yan’s team from a distance.

The figure didn’t dare approach, keeping several houses between them. She watched for a while, seemingly trying to confirm if everyone had returned to their rooms to rest.

This person was the girl from that evening, Chun Hua.

Seeing that the candlelight in the houses had been extinguished and noting the guards on watch in the courtyard, she stealthily retreated into the darkness of the night.

Hurrying back to her own house and ensuring she wasn’t followed, Chun Hua went to the back room and opened a tunnel. Below the tunnel, it was pitch black—one couldn’t even see their own hand.

However, Chun Hua didn’t take a candle down. Instead, she felt her way along the walls of the tunnel, move by move. She was clearly familiar with the path; her calm face showed no trace of fear or panic.

Soon, a faint light appeared at the end of the tunnel. Chun Hua descended the stairs, looked at the door before her, and easily pressed a groove in the wall.

The door slowly opened, and Chun Hua hurried inside.

The room beneath the tunnel wasn’t large and was quite sparsely furnished: a stone table, a stone chair, a stone bed, and an oil lamp burning low on the table.

A figure sat on the bed. He appeared to be injured, sitting in a meditative state to regulate his breathing, his face showing signs of pain. Chun Hua made quite a bit of noise entering, but the man seemed accustomed to it and didn’t move much.

Seeing he hadn’t opened his eyes, Chun Hua usually wouldn’t have dared disturb him, but thinking of the group outside, she called out anxiously, “Qiu Lang.”

Hearing her, the man on the bed—Qiu Lang—settled the True Essence in his body and opened his eyes to see Chun Hua’s frantic expression. Disturbed, his face showed a flicker of impatience. “What is it now?”

Chun Hua wasted no time and explained the evening’s events. “I saw they have an extraordinary bearing. I suspect they are all cultivators. If they discover something, what will we do?”

Qiu Lang paused, the muscles in his face tensing. His brow furrowed deeply.

“Cultivators?” Qiu Lang spoke slowly. “Why would so many cultivators come at once?”

“I’m not sure. They have several carriages with them, saying they’re going to Chaoyang City.” Chun Hua didn’t know what to do; she could only tell him everything she knew and watch him helplessly.

“Heh.” Qiu Lang seemed to think of something and gave a cold sneer, a flash of malice in his eyes. He muttered to himself, “In that case, it’s perfect to let them cross paths with Lie Yan and the others tomorrow. It would be best if they both end up crippled.”

“This…” Chun Hua was still terrified.

Though Qiu Lang was of the Demon Race, he was the person dearest to Chun Hua’s heart. She didn’t want him to get hurt. She pleaded, “Qiu Lang, let’s just leave this place. Let them fight if they want to. Let’s fly far away together, okay?”

“And let this injury be for nothing? This place was farmed by us. Why should they get it so easily?” The hatred in Qiu Lang’s eyes was undisguised, making him look particularly frightening.

The oil lamp burned quietly, casting their shadows against the stone wall.

With two light knocks, the door was opened from the inside. Fu Yan, standing outside, locked eyes with Bai Yueli.

“Senior Sister,” Fu Yan smiled, taking the lead to greet her.

Seeing Fu Yan, Bai Yueli didn’t seem surprised. She stepped aside, leaving room for her. “Come in.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister,” Fu Yan said, quickly slipping inside.

Bai Yueli closed the door and turned back into the room. Her Moon-Sway Sword lay on the table; seeing it, Fu Yan placed her own Ling Long Sword beside it.

The two swords lay quietly facing each other, the red sword tassel exceptionally eye-catching between them.

However, the two women didn’t pay it much mind. Fu Yan pulled out a chair and sat down. “I’ll just sit here and meditate tonight. I won’t disturb your rest, Senior Sister.”

“It’s fine.” Bai Yueli sat by the bed. She didn’t seem to intend to sleep either, appearing ready to cultivate through meditation.

“You guessed it?” Bai Yueli suddenly asked.

Fu Yan blinked, then nodded. She had only been lost in thought for a moment in the hall, yet Bai Yueli had noticed. She was quite surprised by the other’s perception.

“I heard people mention demons farming mortals before. I thought about it for a while and guessed,” Fu Yan said. She found talking to Bai Yueli comfortable; there was no need to overthink or play word games.

Though they hadn’t known each other long, there was a strange sense of relaxation between them—perhaps an unspoken trust.

Since they were on the topic, Fu Yan asked, “Senior Sister… why aren’t you competing for the Demon Core?”

Bai Yueli didn’t seem surprised by the question. Her expression remained unchanged as she explained calmly, “The Demon Core is of no use to me.”

Bai Yueli didn’t lack spirit stones; she had enough mid-grade stones for her own cultivation. Her only goal for this journey was to find the opportunity to break through to the Great Circle of the Opening Light stage.

Fu Yan paused, then didn’t press further.

As the night grew deep, they stopped talking. Both understood that a fierce battle likely awaited them in the morning, so they both entered a meditative state.

At the same time, a door opened downstairs. Fang Yu stepped out, crossed the courtyard, and vanished into the darkness.

The night passed peacefully. The next morning, the group did not leave before dawn as Chun Hua had suggested. Wang Qingyang sat quietly in the main hall, waiting for the demons to arrive.

By now, the cultivators from the various sects had mostly figured out the “farming” situation, and the atmosphere was one of righteous indignation.

“These demons are truly audacious, farming mortals in broad daylight and draining their essence. We cannot let them escape today!”

“Correct. As cultivators, we must uphold the Dao and eliminate evil. Such demons must be executed!”

“But… can we really win?”

“What are you afraid of? We have the ‘Green Bamboo Young Master’ and Fairy Bai Yueli here. With their strength, any demons are just here to deliver their heads.”

Amidst the chatter, Han Shangzhi and Han Shangde emerged. As the Young Master of Luanjin Fort, Han Shangzhi didn’t want to delay the shipment, but he couldn’t turn a blind eye to such heartless demons. He could only hope Wang Qingyang would end the trouble quickly so they could get back on the road.

“The aura of a demon!”

Suddenly, someone shouted. As the words fell, the entire house trembled slightly, followed by a burst of arrogant laughter from outside.

“HAHAHAHA!! I didn’t expect such good luck today—so many human cultivators appearing at once!” The laughter was incredibly haughty, every word reaching the ears of everyone inside.

The second-floor door pushed open, and Fu Yan and Bai Yueli stepped out.

“The demons are here! Sooner than expected!”

“Let’s go! Follow me out!”

Contrasting the high-spirited aura of the others, Wang Qingyang put down his teacup, gave a low chuckle, and murmured to himself, “Finally.”

In the next instant, he shot upward, breaking through the roof and landing steadily on the tiles with his Green Bamboo Sword drawn. Fu Yan and Bai Yueli exchanged a glance and quickly flew out as well.

Outside, the village was surrounded by a dense mass of magical beasts. At the head of the pack stood a middle-aged man in black. Clearly, the laughter had come from him.

Lie Yan, having received news from Chun Hua, had rapidly gathered his beasts to lay siege. While mortal essence could help his cultivation, the essence of cultivators was the true prize. How could he not be moved?

Though the humans were many, Lie Yan had gathered even more magical beasts—all Level 2, equivalent to Middle Opening Light stage warriors. He had been stuck at the Great Circle of the Opening Light for half a year. Today was his best chance; if he could consume these cultivators, he felt certain he could break through to the Hedo Stage.

On his own turf, as long as no Hedo stage expert appeared, Lie Yan feared nothing—just as he feared nothing when he snatched these farmed villagers from Qiu Lang.

Fu Yan looked at the sea of Level 2 beasts and was startled. Could a single Great Circle demon really command this many? A fierce battle was indeed coming.

“You demons really can’t change your ways. After all these years, you still use such vile methods as farming mortals!” Qian Xun of Lvzhu Gate shouted. With Wang Qingyang there, he had no fear.

Lie Yan laughed instead of getting angry. “In that case, all of you stay here. Witnessing my breakthrough to the Hedo Stage is a blessing for you humans!”

On the roof, Wang Qingyang smiled at Lie Yan. He hadn’t expected to find a Great Circle demon; that made the Demon Core even more valuable. “Since you’re here, I’ll be taking your core!”

Lie Yan’s face turned ashen with rage. He was the one hunting them, yet they dared to eye his core. With a roar of fury, the Level 2 beasts lunged forward.

The cultivators met them with blades drawn. Fu Yan quickly engaged the beasts.

“Ripples of Water!”

Bai Yueli unleashed a horizontal sweep with her sword, and a circle of Level 2 beasts collapsed instantly. The others watched with envy; she was truly a genius of the Northern Region’s younger generation.

In the sky, Wang Qingyang and Lie Yan were locked in a deadly struggle. Because the battle was taking place at the village exit, it didn’t affect the mortals inside.

After killing an unknown number of beasts, Fu Yan realized that the male lead, Fang Yu, was nowhere to be seen. Thinking back, she hadn’t seen him since that morning.

“Bamboo Leaf Intent!”

Wang Qingyang gave a sudden shout in the air. His sword broke through Lie Yan’s defense, cleanly severing one of the demon’s arms. Blood sprayed everywhere. Lie Yan quickly retreated, creating distance. He stared at Wang Qingyang in shock; he couldn’t understand why, at the same cultivation level, he was being completely dominated.

What Lie Yan didn’t know was that as the “Green Bamboo Young Master,” Wang Qingyang’s talent was top-tier. At the same stage, he almost never met his match.

“Fine. You think this is over?” Lie Yan laughed crazily. He formed a hand seal, and a brilliant red light suddenly erupted throughout the entire village.

Lie Yan sneered, “Blood Sacrifice Array!”

It turned out he had long ago set a sacrificial array in this farmed village. Everyone was suddenly enveloped in the formation, with red light filling every corner.

Soon, the magical beasts within the array began to cry out in pain as they were sacrificed alive. However, the human figures within the array remained completely unaffected.

Lie Yan: “…”

Fu Yan found it strange too. Usually, cultivators trapped in a Blood Sacrifice Array would feel their True Essence slowly drained, but aside from the beasts dying, they were fine.

“What’s happening?” someone asked, confused.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fu Yan looked up and saw Fang Yu standing outside the array.

As expected…

“This person… is not simple.” Bai Yueli had moved to Fu Yan’s right at some point, her gaze fixed on Fang Yu.

Fu Yan paused. The male lead had “golden fingers” (cheats) and was a monster-level genius; how could he be simple? But… was the power of the plot still unavoidable? Would Bai Yueli still be attracted to him?

For some reason, as the thought surfaced, Fu Yan felt things shouldn’t go that way. She looked at Bai Yueli, feeling that…

In Fu Yan’s eyes, Bai Yueli had a broad vision and her own opinions; she wasn’t someone who would follow the powerful or settle for less. How could such a person submit to someone’s harem?

“What is it?”

Bai Yueli turned back and saw Fu Yan staring at her with a deep, complex look she couldn’t decipher. She was momentarily startled.

Hearing Bai Yueli’s voice, Fu Yan snapped out of it and averted her eyes. “No… nothing. Senior Sister is right, he isn’t simple. He must have tampered with that demon’s array long ago.”

Bai Yueli continued to watch Fu Yan, trying to see something more, but Fu Yan’s expression had returned to normal. That look from just now seemed like a hallucination.

Outside, Lie Yan looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared. He realized what had happened and stared at Fang Yu in disbelief. “No… impossible. How could you tamper with my Blood Sacrifice Array without me sensing a thing?”

Fang Yu gave a light chuckle, looking at Lie Yan with amusement. “Maybe because your cultivation just isn’t up to par.”

Just a few words, yet enough to drive someone to madness.

“A mere Middle Opening Light stage brat seeking death!” Lie Yan exploded in rage, lunging straight for Fang Yu.

Fang Yu didn’t dodge; he met the attack head-on with his sword. The two clashed in the air, and Fang Yu’s aura didn’t lose to the demon’s at all. The crowd was stunned.

“Am I seeing this right? Who is he? I’ve never heard of such a person in the Fengling Sect. Is his cultivation really only at the Middle stage?”

“What’s so strange about it? That demon was already wounded by our Eldest Senior Brother. I could exchange a few moves with him too.”

“A wounded Great Circle demon is still not something a Middle-stage cultivator can handle!”

In the air, Wang Qingyang watched the battle, his eyes unreadable. His thunder was being stolen by this newcomer; it was actually quite interesting.

Just as everyone’s attention was fixed on the fight, Bai Yueli suddenly frowned. Before she could speak, Fu Yan vanished from the spot.

Following that, the other disciples also began to disappear. Bai Yueli felt her head spin as the scenery before her eyes changed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, everyone vanished from the village—even the battling Lie Yan and Fang Yu. The previously violent village instantly returned to its former silence.

Fu Yan only realized something was wrong at the very last moment. By the time she could react, she was in a strange, unknown place.

The surroundings were a vast world of white, as if a massive fog had suddenly risen, shrouding the entire world.

Where am I…