Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 17

The cave fell into a terrifying silence for a moment. Ling Chenyan’s eyes slowly widened as she asked back, “You want to go with me?”

Jinjin nodded vigorously. “The person outside is very strange. If I stay here any longer, I feel like something bad will happen. So, Sister Yinye, take me to a different place.”

Ling Chenyan: “…” Well, damn. She had thought this kid had finally decided to ditch the Lingxiao Immortal Sect entirely.

“Sigh,” Ling Chenyan let out a breath. “But do you still want to stay within the Lingxiao Sect?”

Jinjin frowned, looking conflicted. “Yes. I always feel like I’m supposed to wait for someone here.”

Ling Chenyan spoke to the System in her head: [It seems the shackles of the original plot are truly powerful.]

System: [It’s the original plot, after all. There will always be a subconscious influence.]

“Alright,” Ling Chenyan replied. “But I might not be able to take you away right now. I have to go back and ask my master.”

Jinjin breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay~”

Although Ling Chenyan had promised to let Jinjin stay in the sect for now, she wasn’t going to give up. She pulled out the snacks and toys she had bought over the past few days from her storage space and began playing with him.

It was getting late.

Elsewhere, Guan Luowei was staring at the jade pendant in her hand, her brow tightly furrowed. After trying for a while longer and seeing that the jade still gave no response, she finally stopped.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock sounded at the door. Guan Luowei’s divine sense swept out, seeing that it was her silver sword knocking.

She rose to open the door, raising an eyebrow slightly. “How come you’re being so polite as to knock today?”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

She squeezed through the door and whispered to Guan Luowei mysteriously, “Master, guess what that kid told me today?”

“What?” Guan Luowei closed the door and walked inside, glancing at her. “It couldn’t be that he wants to follow you and leave, could it?”

Seeing Ling Chenyan too stunned to speak, Guan Luowei smirked. “I actually got it right?”

“Close enough,” Ling Chenyan regained her composure and chuckled. “He said he wants to change locations, but he still wants to stay within the Lingxiao Sect.”

Guan Luowei nodded, thinking that divine artifacts indeed aren’t that easy to trick away.

Ling Chenyan fell silent, unsure of what to say next. Guan Luowei suddenly turned to look at her, her eyes flickering as a faint, suspicious blush rose on her face. “I’m going to bathe. You go out first.”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

[Sys, I feel like the Big Villain is guarding against me.]

[Be confident. Remove the ‘I feel like’.]

Ling Chenyan said quite resentfully, “But it’s already dark outside. I’m afraid of the dark and the cold.”

Guan Luowei lifted her eyes to look at her, a flash of hesitation appearing in her gaze. She knew exactly how “delicate” her sword was. In the past, she might not have intentionally driven the sword away, but now, she could hear Ling Chenyan’s internal thoughts.

Guan Luowei lowered her lashes and finally sighed helplessly. She cast a spell to clear a small area in the already small room for the sword to stay in, then blocked the sword’s line of sight before finally feeling safe enough to go bathe.

Although Ling Chenyan got her wish to stay in the room, she looked at her tiny designated corner and sighed: [Sys, do you think this is necessary? I’m just a little swordy. She’s guarding against me like I’m a wolf.]

System: [Because you deserve it.]

Ling Chenyan: *[…] *

Even though her sight was blocked, her hearing wasn’t. The movements outside sounded particularly loud in the quiet environment.

[Sys, I think I hear the sound of the Big Villain undressing.]

The System didn’t answer, but Guan Luowei’s hand paused for a moment. Her blush deepened. She bit her lip, finished undressing, and quickly entered the bath barrel.

[Sys, I think I hear her getting into the tub. I’m so jealous. I feel like I haven’t bathed in ages; I’ve almost forgotten the feeling of water splashing on me.]

[Sys, I hear her splashing water again.]

[Sys, I suddenly remembered that the Big Villain and I seemed to have bathed together last time…]

[Sy—]

When Ling Chenyan spoke for the nth time, the System said irritably: [Can you shut up? Are you doing a live broadcast of someone bathing?]

Ling Chenyan: […I just want a bath too.]

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Outside, after hearing Ling Chenyan’s series of comments, Guan Luowei couldn’t hold back anymore and finished her bath as quickly as possible.

Ling Chenyan was still complaining when she saw the restriction in front of her suddenly dissolve. Guan Luowei, with her long hair draped down, looked down at her. Her cold eyes held a bit more moisture as she asked, “Do you want to bathe?”

As soon as she said it, Guan Luowei felt a wave of regret. Ling Chenyan was still a sword right now; asking a sword if it wanted a bath? If Ling Chenyan noticed something…

Ling Chenyan’s eyes lit up, and she said decisively, “Yes, Master!”

Guan Luowei: “…” Clearly, the concern was unnecessary.

Guan Luowei prepared a fresh tub of water for her, then stood by the tub, staring at the silver sword.

Guan Luowei raised an eyebrow. “The water is ready.”

“I know,” Ling Chenyan suddenly became bashful for some reason. “Can you… also do like I did before…”

“No.” Guan Luowei cut her off, glancing the sword up and down. “Besides, I don’t think there’s anything about you worth looking at.”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

She looked down at her blade, which was exposed all day long, and fell silent. If the scabbard was a sword’s clothes, wasn’t she basically streaking every day?

In the end, Guan Luowei didn’t shield herself. She sat by the bed with her hair down, holding a book, her eyes partially lowered as she read.

Ling Chenyan figured that since she was currently a sword, Guan Luowei wouldn’t be able to see much anyway. She dove headfirst into the wooden tub. The entire sword bobbed up and down happily, even humming an unknown tune.

Guan Luowei, who was leaning on the bed reading, heard the humming and moved her gaze from the book to the very happy silver sword.

She found that this sword had a magical ability—it always managed to make her feel cheerful when her mood was foul.

For instance, right now, looking at the bobbing sword, she curled her lips in amusement, thinking: So this is how spirit swords bathe.

Ling Chenyan was bathing happily when she suddenly got a prompt from the System: [Host, the Big Villain is peeking at you!]

Ling Chenyan: “!”

She immediately became defensive, the entire sword sinking directly into the water.

Guan Luowei didn’t avert her gaze. She looked with some curiosity at the sword that had suddenly submerged. Then, under her puzzled gaze, a hilt poked out sneakily from the edge of the tub, like a little brat peeking out to see what their master was doing.

It was so cute it made her want to laugh.

Thinking this, Guan Luowei naturally couldn’t hold back the smile on her lips. Her clear gaze landed on the sword as she asked, “What are you doing?”

Ling Chenyan was shocked. She hadn’t expected this “libertine” to actually dare ask what she was doing. Shouldn’t she ask herself why she was peeping at a sword taking a bath?!

Guan Luowei watched the sword move back in the tub as if startled. She was about to speak when, in the next second, the wooden tub “cracked” and split in half.

Guan Luowei: “…”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

After a long while, Guan Luowei let out a faint sigh. She put down her book, cast a spell to remove the water and restore the broken tub, then reached out to let the silver sword land obediently in her palm.

She looked it over. “You certainly look much cleaner.”

Ling Chenyan’s racing heart slowly calmed down. She knew it—how could Guan Luowei care about such a thing? So she lay happily in her palm and said, “Of course.”

The next day, Li Xiu and Zhang Cheng both woke up. Liu Su sent someone to pass on the news, and the matter was considered closed.

Since the demon disciples were all dead, Guan Luowei’s mission should have ended there, but she decided to stay a few days longer.

One reason was the Deceptive God Zither; the other was Mu Yunze.

Ever since their meeting that day, Mu Yunze hadn’t shown his face. Guan Luowei knew he was recovering and wasn’t worried he was plotting against her. Because she had tried—the Heavens did not allow others to know about “rebirth.” Whenever she tried to speak of it, a restriction would prevent her from opening her mouth.

With this matter settled, the quinque-annual Sect Competition was only a few days away.

The Sect Competition was co-hosted by several famous sects in the cultivation world to select the most outstanding disciples. A disciple’s strength was the symbol of a sect’s power; in previous years, the Lingxiao Sect had always secured first place.

Guan Luowei wasn’t interested in this, but she noticed that Ling Chenyan had been acting a bit strange lately. Every night, she would sneak out for a while and return with a face full of smiles, no longer afraid of the dark or the cold.

In Ling Chenyan’s eyes, Guan Luowei was also acting a bit strange. During the day, she would always have Ling Chenyan go out for a while, while she did something secretly.

Ten days before the Sect Competition, Ling Chenyan went to find the Deceptive God Zither again.

Before she left, Jinjin said with a mischievous look, “Sister Yinye, I sent you a big gift! You’ll only find out what it is when you get back!”

Ling Chenyan was puzzled but didn’t press him. She said a hasty goodbye and spent the way back wondering what the gift was. When she passed a certain spot, a familiar sword shadow was already waiting by the road: “Big Brother, are we still…”

“No, not tonight,” Ling Chenyan said. “We’ve almost turned the entire sect upside down.”

Lately, she had been taking Li Xiu’s sword spirit on “treasure hunts” every night. As for what treasure—it was naturally the private stashes of those wicked old men. She felt that as a single sword it wasn’t convenient, so she brought her “little brother” along.

The two had been “treasure hunting” for a while now, earning a fortune every night, which led to Li Xiu’s sword spirit worshipping her completely. Calling her “Big Brother” had gone from reluctant to incredibly smooth.

After sending off the sword spirit, Ling Chenyan prepared to return excitedly to tell Guan Luowei about her recent gains.

As the bamboo house drew closer, she shoved the door open, did a one-motion enter-and-close, and turned around excitedly. She rounded the screen, about to shout, but when she saw the scene behind the screen, the entire sword froze. Her words were stuck in her throat, unable to make a sound.

Behind the screen, there was a beauty in the bath tub. Only her head was visible, her black hair wet. She was biting her lower lip, looking at her with a face full of shame and fury.

And in those eyes, as clear as glass, Ling Chenyan clearly saw her own reflection—in her human form.