Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 1

When Ling Chenyan regained consciousness, she was in a very mysterious state. She could hear movement from the outside world but couldn’t make a sound. She hovered in a daze, caught between chaos and clarity.

The surroundings were noisy and chaotic. She heard the sound of weapons rubbing against leather and the faint murmur of whispers. It wasn’t until a world-shattering roar erupted that Ling Chenyan was jolted awake from her trance.

She saw an old man in tattered, blood-stained robes, his face twisted in a mask of fury. He was shouting toward her direction: “Witch! Give me back my disciple!”

Ling Chenyan froze. Witch? Me? Did this old man tune into the wrong channel?

However, she soon realized the old man wasn’t shouting at her. As soon as he finished speaking, a cold, slightly mocking female voice came from behind her: “Venerable Chenxu, if you’re looking for your disciple, you should go to your Lingxiao Immortal Sect. What is the meaning of coming to our Demon Realm instead?”

Wait a minute!

Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. Demon Realm? Instinctively, she followed the sound and looked back, only to be completely stunned by what she saw.

The woman before her was breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin was as flawless as fallen snow, and her phoenix eyes slanted upward slightly, tracing a cold, aloof arc. Yet, the red beauty mark beneath the corner of her eye added a touch of soul-snaring charm.

Standing there casually, she looked like a heavy snowfall atop a solitary peak—radiating a bone-chilling cold.

No one dared to pluck this flower; no one could.

As Ling Chenyan stared blankly, a “Ding—” sounded in her mind, followed by a cold, mechanical voice: [Welcome, Host, to the World Salvation System. I am your System, No. 000. You may call me Zero.]

Ling Chenyan: “…So that’s how it is.”

She had transmigrated. No wonder the old man’s clothes looked like cosplay and there were mentions of “Demons” and “Immortal Sects.” It definitely wasn’t her world, but if it was transmigration, it all made sense.

The System, ignoring her internal monologue, continued: [Congratulations, Host, on being selected from your original world. You are currently in the novel No Escape. Due to the author’s botched ending, the world has collapsed into chaos, and the timeline has been reset. We have chosen you as external aid to help return the world to its proper tracks…]

Speaking of No Escape, Ling Chenyan had actually read it. It was a traditional male-protagonist Xianxia harem novel, focusing on “leveling up” and the protagonist’s messy romances.

The harem included everything from a beautiful “lost sister” to the seductive heiress of a great auction house, a fiery snake-beauty from the Demon Tribe, and the cold “Pearl of the Demon Race”… among many others. However, because the ending was rushed and the tropes were cliché, she had dropped it halfway through.

The System finished its introduction: [Your mission is to put the world back on track: eliminate the villain and help the male lead reach the pinnacle of life…]

Ling Chenyan: “So, I must have a cool identity, right?” Since she had to save the world, she assumed she’d be someone powerful or high-status.

The System replied: [Of course. We have assigned the Host the identity of the ‘Pearl of the Demon Race,’ Guan Luowei…]

The System paused before adding: […’s sword.]

Ling Chenyan: “…”

Perhaps sensing her fury, the System added: [Host, do not be discouraged. Guan Luowei is the villain of the book. Transmigrating as her sword makes it more convenient for you to complete your mission.]

Ling Chenyan: “Heh.”

She ignored the System and focused on the scene. Since she was inhabiting the sword, others couldn’t see her spirit, allowing her to float around shamelessly.

For some reason, the old man was adamant that Guan Luowei had taken his disciple. He kept demanding his return, while Guan Luowei merely watched him with mocking eyes.

Enraged, the old man stepped forward: “Does the Demon Race intend to provoke another war with the Immortal Realm?”

Guan Luowei raised her eyes, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips.

A red-haired man beside her sneered, “War? Old man, you don’t think my Demon Race is still the same one you could bully a hundred years ago, do you? Today, we do not fear war.”

Venerable Chenxu’s face turned pale. A companion beside him added, “Chenxu, why waste words? Tell them to return Yunze, or our Lingxiao Immortal Sect will not let this pass easily!”

At those words, both sides drew their weapons. The atmosphere became extremely tense.

Chenxu’s eyes flickered as he stopped his companion. He looked at Guan Luowei searchingly: “Is the boy really not with you?”

Guan Luowei ignored him. The red-haired man spoke up again impatiently: “Old man, how many times do we have to tell you? Her Highness said the person isn’t here, so they aren’t here. Are you slow? Can’t you understand the Demon tongue?”

“You!” The man beside Chenxu tried to rush forward but was held back. Chenxu looked at Guan Luowei and said, “Actually, my main reason for coming today was to ask for a lesson from Her Highness. I wonder if Her Highness would deign to grant it?”

His gaze was fixed on her, as if he wouldn’t leave until she agreed.

As the tension peaked, the red-haired man (nicknamed “Redhead”) curled his lip: “Bah, how shameless. You’re hundreds of years old, how do you have the face to fight our Highness?”

Redhead wasn’t quiet. Chenxu’s cheek twitched, and his companion roared, “You red-haired brat—”

Before he could finish, Guan Luowei suddenly unsheathed her sword and swung a world-shaking strike toward Chenxu. Chenxu’s pupils contracted as he gathered spiritual energy to meet the blow. The two powers collided in mid-air and exploded, the shockwave making everyone stumble.

Ling Chenyan saw Guan Luowei’s figure flash and vanish. When she looked up, she could only see the afterimages of the two clashing.

Fine, I’ll just watch the people down here then.

Unlike what she expected, the two factions didn’t attack each other. They just glared with mutual hatred while Redhead continued to insult the Lingxiao Sect from various angles.

Ling Chenyan was listening with great interest when, the next second, she felt an irresistible suction from above.

Ling Chenyan: “…Aaaaaaaah!”

The sudden high-speed flight made her feel like her soul was separating from her body. When the dizziness subsided, she saw the scene clearly: Chenxu was covered in wounds, while Guan Luowei remained as pristine as untrodden snow.

The victor was obvious. So why was I pulled up here?

Ling Chenyan looked at Guan Luowei in confusion, only to see her raise the sword and thrust it toward Chenxu. Meanwhile, Chenxu was gathering a massive wave of energy. It looked like they were about to decide the final winner.

Ling Chenyan: “…” Wait, something’s wrong.

Holy crap, I’M the sword in Guan Luowei’s hand!

But it was too late. Ling Chenyan’s face wobbled from the oncoming spiritual pressure. She used every ounce of her strength to break free from Guan Luowei’s grip and lurched violently to the side.

For the first time, a look of shock crossed Guan Luowei’s normally calm face. However, she reacted instantly, gathering demonic power to forcibly tank Chenxu’s move.

Before she could process the shock, she looked up and saw a bizarre scene.

Venerable Chenxu was staring tremblingly at the half-section of white beard in his hand. He shook with rage, pointing at Guan Luowei: “Witch! You go too far! Simply too far! My beard! My precious beard!”

Meanwhile, her sword was triumphantly circling Chenxu twice before flying back to her side.

Guan Luowei: “…”

Chenxu remained on the spot, cursing Guan Luowei for being despicable—pretending to use the sword to parry his attack, only to use it to secretly cut off his beard. Simply too treacherous!

Guan Luowei glanced out of the corner of her eye at the silver sword looking quite pleased with itself, then looked at Chenxu: “You lost.”

With that, she took the sword and vanished back toward the Demon Realm.

Seeing Chenxu’s missing beard, Redhead delivered his usual verbal blow: “Tsk tsk, who is this old man? Why is his beard so much thinner than Venerable Chenxu’s?”

Upon hearing this, Chenxu fainted from pure rage. The Lingxiao Sect members were horrified, frantically stuffing pills into his mouth while shouting hateful parting shots.

Everyone in the Lingxiao Immortal Sect knew that Chenxu valued his thick, soft beard above all else. To think it was sliced off by that witch… It was over. It was truly over.

In contrast, the Demon Race was overjoyed. Watching the Lingxiao Sect try to slip away in the chaos, the demons rubbed their hands together and jumped in, using the excuse “Do you think the Demon Realm is a place where you can come and go as you please?” to start a brawl.

After the Immortal Sect cultivators were thoroughly beaten and sent packing, Redhead turned to Guan Luowei: “Those ‘righteous’ sects are nothing much. Aside from talking big and framing people, they have no skills. How embarrassing. Who would even bother kidnapping their eldest disciple, right, Young Patriarch?”

Guan Luowei nodded. “Tong Di, did you secure the person I asked you to watch yesterday?”

“Of course!” Redhead patted his chest, then suddenly looked confused. “By the way, Your Highness, I haven’t asked yet… who exactly is that person you brought back yesterday?”

Guan Luowei glanced at him and walked away with long strides. “The Eldest Disciple of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect.”

Tong Di: “Oh, so it’s the… HUH???”

Tong Di’s eyes widened, performing a literal “pupil earthquake” on the spot. What did Her Highness just say?!

Author’s Note:

Starting a new story!