Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 8

The breeze brushed past, causing a rustling sound in the woods behind them. In the open air on the outskirts, three figures stood suspended on their swords.

Fu Yan looked at the two Zilan Sect siblings—one singing the lead and the other the harmony—as they casually twisted the truth.

“Hand over my Junior Sister’s Triple-Leaf Ice Spirit Flower immediately.” Seeing that Fu Yan, a mere Early Opening Light cultivator, completely disregarded him, Liu Chuanyuan was naturally incensed.

Fu Yan remained expressionless. She shrugged casually and finally looked up at the young man. He wore the purple brocade robes of his sect, and his ordinary face was distorted by a murderous aura, making him look even uglier.

Fu Yan thought it was funny: she was the one who had been framed, yet he acted angrier than she was.

“Are you finished?” Fu Yan looked at Liu Chuanyuan. Her nonchalant expression turned cold in an instant. She spoke slowly: “Acting like a bandit while posing as a person of high integrity—is this the conduct of the Zilan Sect? I’ve certainly learned something today.”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Behind him, Xu Yan seemed somewhat ashamed, her face flushing crimson. However, she still insisted: “You clearly stole my Triple-Leaf Ice Spirit Flower! Give it back now!”

“Oh, you mean the Triple-Leaf Ice Spirit Flower…” Fu Yan put on a look of sudden realization, then patted her stomach and smiled at Xu Yan with an innocent face: “I already ate it, of course.”

“You…” Xu Yan was suddenly beside herself with rage. She practiced a water-attribute technique; with the Triple-Leaf Ice Spirit Flower, she would have been one step closer to breaking through to the Middle Opening Light stage. She was now fuming.

Liu Chuanyuan seemed tired of the charade. He pointed his sword directly at Fu Yan and said to Xu Yan, “Junior Sister, don’t waste your breath on her. Since she dares to steal our things, she must pay the price!”

With that, the two of them charged toward Fu Yan.

Although Fu Yan had only recently broken through, her aura had been thoroughly consolidated. She was by no means a “weakling” like the flower-plucking thief in Heiquan Town. Facing the two of them, she felt no fear.

What she needed right now was a hearty battle to better refine her strength. And while she wasn’t certain she could kill Liu Chuanyuan, she was confident she could retreat safely if needed.

Fu Yan met them head-on with the Ling Long broken sword. With a sharp clack, the swords collided with immense force.

“A mere broken sword? You’re looking for death.” Liu Chuanyuan sneered when he saw her weapon.

Fu Yan ignored his mockery. As their swords locked in a stalemate, she realized that the Middle Opening Light stage was indeed significantly more powerful than the Early stage. Seeing Xu Yan attacking from behind, she bent her waist backward in a swift arch.

She slipped past Liu Chuanyuan’s power from below so quickly that the two siblings nearly collided head-on.

“How cunning!” Xu Yan glared at her, exasperated.

Liu Chuanyuan looked at Fu Yan with disdain. He suddenly said to Xu Yan, “She’s just a minor Early Opening Light cultivator; there’s no need for you to act, Junior Sister. Leave her to me.”

He lunged at Fu Yan again.

If the previous strike was a probe, this time Liu Chuanyuan used seventy to eighty percent of his power. He injected True Essence into his blade, sending a biting gale of sword-wind slashing straight toward Fu Yan. The momentum was so great it felt as if it could cleave through the void itself.

The power of the Middle Opening Light stage was truly not to be underestimated. Hearing the wind howling in her ears, Fu Yan had no time to think and swung the Ling Long broken sword to meet the blow.

The blades clashed, producing a piercing screech in the air.

Fu Yan expected to be pushed back, as her True Essence and physical strength were still inferior to Liu Chuanyuan’s. To her surprise, they were evenly matched.

She felt a surge of joy. It seemed the Ling Long broken sword was indeed no ordinary weapon.

Liu Chuanyuan was clearly surprised as well. He quickly withdrew, and in the next heartbeat, he flickered behind Fu Yan. He let out a low shout: “I didn’t think this broken sword of yours would be so powerful. But in the face of true strength, everything is futile! Taste this!”

Suddenly, a massive clap of thunder echoed through the clear sky. Fu Yan spun around to find lightning dancing upon Liu Chuanyuan’s blade.

“Striking Thunder Sword!”

Fu Yan felt a violent surge of lightning aura rushing toward her. The very air seemed to turn into sword blades, stabbing at her from all directions.

This strike was fierce; she didn’t dare underestimate it. Gripping the Ling Long broken sword with a reverse-hand hold, she unleashed her strongest sword form.

The original owner of this body had been a common outer disciple, so her sword techniques were basic and lacked powerful finishing moves. In this exchange, Fu Yan was at a distinct disadvantage.

Amidst the massive ringing of swords and rising dust, the wind blew through to reveal Fu Yan’s figure. Though she had barely blocked the strike, it hadn’t been easy.

Her grey hair ribbon was gone, leaving her ink-black hair to billow in the wind. She leaned on the Ling Long broken sword to stay upright, a trail of blood slowly trickling from the corner of her mouth.

In the air, Liu Chuanyuan sneered at her disheveled state. “Overestimating yourself. A mere Early Opening Light brat dares to face me head-on.”

Xu Yan, watching from behind, was slightly surprised. she hadn’t expected Fu Yan to actually survive Senior Brother Liu’s Striking Thunder Sword. Having sparred with him often, she knew how terrifying that move was; at her level, she couldn’t even withstand half of its power. Although she could see he hadn’t used his full strength, it was still eighty percent of his power—no wonder she was shocked.

Fu Yan hadn’t expected that using her maximum strength would only result in barely blocking one of his moves. It seemed that “slaying those of a higher level” was a feat reserved only for monstrous geniuses.

Now that she had tested her limits, she had no intention of continuing the fight. Without a second thought, she turned to flee.

This is the third time I’ve run away, she thought. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“You want to run? Not so easy!” Sensing her intent, Liu Chuanyuan wasn’t about to let her go. With a cold snort, he flickered forward to block her path.

Fu Yan tried to turn again, but he wouldn’t give her the chance. He quickly formed a hand seal, causing his sword to spin frantically in front of him. He barked, “Go!”

Just as she was about to turn, Fu Yan felt the aura of death descending upon her. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced even when escaping the thief or the wolf—as if she were about to be cleaved in two in the next second.

As her pupils dilated, the image of a sword shadow reflected within them, moving with such unstoppable momentum that it left no room for reaction.

Fu Yan refused to die like this. She wanted to live. Driven perhaps by the sheer terror of death, she suddenly traced a half-circle in the air and poured every drop of her True Essence into her sword.

The Ling Long broken sword seemed to sense her state of mind and began to vibrate violently. In that instant, Fu Yan felt as if her soul had merged with the blade as she met the attack head-on.

Everything happened too fast. By the time Liu Chuanyuan could react, his sword shadow had been shattered into fragments by the broken sword. In the next second, the blade was flying toward him.

He had no time to respond. He could only watch as Fu Yan’s sword shattered his protective True Essence and pierced through his chest. With a look of utter horror, he slowly collapsed.

He stopped breathing.

Because everything had happened so suddenly, Xu Yan stood by, staring at her Senior Brother’s corpse in disbelief, momentarily forgetting about Fu Yan.

Fu Yan naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity. In a flash, she appeared before Xu Yan with the Ling Long sword in hand. Without hesitation, she struck.

Within the blink of an eye, a second body fell, and silence finally returned to the area.

After killing the two of them, Fu Yan seemed to snap back to reality. she stood there in a daze, finding it hard to believe she had actually killed two people.

This was her first time taking a life, and her mind was naturally in turmoil. However, she also understood that this was a world where strength was respected above all else. If she didn’t kill them, they would have killed her. Once she accepted this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As for that final strike, Fu Yan was still a bit bewildered. She didn’t quite understand how she had unleashed such a powerful move.

Fear of death really is terrifying, but it also triggered my maximum potential, she thought.

The fluctuations from the battle weren’t small; someone might arrive soon. Killing two sect disciples was no trivial matter. If word reached the Zilan Sect, she would be in deep trouble. At that point, the Shui Ling Sect likely wouldn’t protect her.

Knowing she couldn’t stay, she quickly took the storage rings from Liu Chuanyuan and Xu Yan, then hurriedly flew away on her sword.

She was right to leave. Not long after she departed, two figures rushed to the scene. They stared at the corpses on the ground, looks of astonishment on their faces.

“Two inner disciples of the Zilan Sect were killed. Who could have done this?”

One of them descended to inspect Liu Chuanyuan’s chest wound. After a long silence, he spoke with an expression of disbelief: “Killed in a single strike. The opponent’s cultivation must be no lower than the Great Circle of the Opening Light Stage.”

“This was actually… a Heart-Piercing Strike!”

“If someone at the Opening Light stage truly comprehended the Heart-Piercing Strike, it seems another powerhouse is about to rise in the Northern Region.”