Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 2

Inside the bright, sun-drenched room, Guan Luowei stood by the bed, gazing at the longsword in her hand.

The blade was over six feet long and only about two knuckles wide, yet its edge was incomparably sharp, glinting with a cold, piercing light. On the surface, it looked like nothing more than an exceptionally sharp ordinary sword, but the unfathomable aura that occasionally leaked from it commanded absolute respect.

Guan Luowei’s long lashes lifted slightly. She recalled the moment during the battle with Venerable Chenxu when the sword had suddenly broken free from her grasp, and a flash of suspicion and uncertainty crossed her eyes.

Ten days had passed since her rebirth. In those ten days, she had more or less figured out her current situation. Fortunately, there was still time. The present moment was far from the point of no return. Moreover, she already had him in her grasp; he wouldn’t be able to cause much of a stir now.

Guan Luowei stared at the sword for a long time without speaking. Ling Chenyan, meanwhile, was sitting on a stool right next to her, engaged in a heated discussion with the System in her head.

“Sys! How come I remember that Guan Luowei shouldn’t even know the male lead yet at this point in the timeline? But she—she—she—she kidnapped him to the Demon Realm!!”

The System was also frantic: [The plot deviation is too great; this is beyond my power to stop. I need to report to the higher-level System. Keep an eye on things here, and remember your mission!]

After saying this, the System went silent. Ling Chenyan knew it had left.

Snapping back to reality, she looked up at the woman beside her, who had been standing there with downcast eyes, unmoving, for half the day. She sighed. Forget it, it looks like it’ll be a while before this woman snaps out of it. Might as well go explore the Demon Realm.

Ling Chenyan floated out of the room and into the sky to take in the sights. It wasn’t the foul, smoggy place depicted in traditional novels; instead, it was sunny, and flowers bloomed vibrantly everywhere.

Just as she exited the door, two demons—who looked like patrolling guards—approached. Ling Chenyan instinctively moved to hide before remembering she was just a soul and no one could see her.

She followed behind them, eavesdropping on their gossip.

“Heh, I didn’t expect the man the Young Patriarch brought back a few days ago to really be the Eldest Disciple of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect. This is getting intense.”

“Tell me about it. But the kid is a stubborn one; he’s been on a hunger strike for days. I don’t know what Her Highness wants with him. He’s quite handsome, though—you think she wants to make him her ‘consort’?”

“Impossible. Her Highness hasn’t spared him a single glance since she brought him back…”

Following them, Ling Chenyan realized the person they were talking about must be the novel’s protagonist, Mu Yunze.

Sure enough, following the guards, Ling Chenyan saw… the male lead, tied up like a slab of pork belly.

He was bound to a chair, blindfolded and gagged, unable to move—a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

The guards placed a food box at his feet: “Hey kid, food’s here. Eat up.”

The male lead said nothing.

One guard scoffed: “Acting all noble, are we? If you won’t eat, fine. We will.”

With that, they actually took the food box and walked out. Ling Chenyan watched as the meal vanished and the male lead finally started struggling, but the guards had already slammed the door shut.

Ling Chenyan: “…” Is this really a case of him ‘not wanting’ to eat?

She floated around him, sizing him up. So this is the ‘Beautiful, Powerful, and Tragic’ protagonist of the original work? Tsk tsk. Pitiful, but he deserves it.

Just as Ling Chenyan was about to head back, the door opened. Guan Luowei, dressed in snow-white robes, stepped inside. Behind her were the two guilty-looking guards.

“Your Highness, it’s not that we didn’t feed him. He refuses to eat. Ask him yourself,” one guard said, wiping a stray crumb from the corner of his mouth.

Ling Chenyan looked up. Guan Luowei paused as she saw the bound man, a mocking smile suddenly playing on her lips. “I heard you don’t want to eat?”

The male lead finally reacted, but he could only make muffled “mmph” sounds and shake his chair violently.

The guard added helpfully: “See, Your Highness? I told you he won’t eat. He won’t even speak!”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

Ling Chenyan felt speechless at the guard’s IQ. Could you at least take the gag out of his mouth before saying that? She looked at Guan Luowei.

Strangely, Guan Luowei seemed oblivious to the male lead’s predicament. She nodded to the guards: “In that case, there is no need to bring him food in the future.”

The male lead’s thrashing grew more frantic, but Guan Luowei ignored him.

Ling Chenyan saw the mockery and playfulness in Guan Luowei’s eyes and understood. The guards were genuinely stupid, but Guan Luowei was intentionally tormenting the male lead.

She was right.

After sitting down, Guan Luowei ordered the guards to remove the gag. Once he could speak, the blindfolded Mu Yunze tensed his body and asked weakly, “Who exactly are you?”

Guan Luowei dismissed the guards. She walked up to him and looked down: “A Demon.”

Ling Chenyan saw Mu Yunze stiffen for a moment before he said, “I have no grievance or enmity with the Demon Race. Why did you capture me?”

“No grievance or enmity?” Guan Luowei sneered. “Truly?”

Mu Yunze pursed his lips and rasped, “Naturally. No grievance, no enmity.”

A dark light flashed in Guan Luowei’s eyes. She stepped back silently, a smoldering fire of resentment in her gaze. Yes, no grievance. In this life, we have no grievance yet. But why did you deceive me, use me, and ultimately drive me to my death in my previous life?

Heaven had pitied her and allowed her to live again. In this life, Mu Yunze hadn’t done anything yet, making her look like the inexplicable villain.

Guan Luowei fell silent, and for some reason, Mu Yunze didn’t speak either. The atmosphere grew heavy.

Ling Chenyan circled the two of them, confused by the strange vibe, when Guan Luowei’s gaze suddenly landed right on her.

Ling Chenyan jumped in fright and tried to skip away, but Guan Luowei’s eyes followed her movement. Ling Chenyan panicked—can she see me?

Then she looked down. Oh, right. At some point, she had re-entered the sword, and the blade was currently floating in circles around the pair. No wonder Guan Luowei was looking at her like that.

Suddenly, Guan Luowei flicked her fingers and called out: “Yinye.” (Silver Leaf)

Ling Chenyan felt the sword being pulled uncontrollably toward Guan Luowei, eventually landing in her hand.

The woman’s fingers were slender and soft. As she gripped the blade, a glint of light shone in her eyes. She sheathed the sword and turned to leave, pausing to tell the man behind her: “We do have a grievance. Remember that.”

Leaving the blindfolded male lead behind, she walked away with the sword.

Once back in her room, Guan Luowei placed the sword on the bed and sat beside it. Suddenly, she leaned down. Ling Chenyan, seeing that beautiful face rapidly enlarging in front of her, blushed furiously: Isn’t this a bit too fast?!

Guan Luowei didn’t hear her. She infused her fingertips with demonic energy and slowly stroked the blade from hilt to tip.

Ling Chenyan: “!” Hey! Don’t just touch me wherever you want!

Ling Chenyan tried to struggle, but as the demonic energy seeped into the sword, it felt like being soaked in a warm hot spring. Her strength ebbed away. It felt good—far too good.

As Guan Luowei’s fingers slid downward toward the lower part of the blade, the previously “lazy” sword suddenly began to resist fiercely. It broke free from the demonic energy and started zooming around the room.

It darted, stopped, and shook incessantly, as if trying to express something.

Ling Chenyan was doing more than expressing; she was practically swearing: “You—you—you libertine! Who goes around touching people like that on the first meeting?!”

Even though she knew Guan Luowei couldn’t see or hear her, she couldn’t help but vent.

Guan Luowei froze on the bed. “Yinye? Is that you?”

“No! My name is Ling Chenyan!”

“Yinye.” Guan Luowei reached out, and the sword dragged Ling Chenyan back to lie obediently in her hand. Ling Chenyan was fuming—what is wrong with this stupid sword? Also, she said her name was Ling Chenyan!

Unlike the tearful Ling Chenyan, Guan Luowei’s mood had improved significantly. A faint smile even touched her lips, like snow falling off a green pine to reveal its hidden beauty.

Ling Chenyan went silent, then cleared her throat awkwardly: “Cough… fine, I’ll be ‘Yinye’ for three seconds.”

Guan Luowei looked at the sword with a sincere expression, gently stroking it and whispering: “Yinye…”

Ling Chenyan: “…” Fine, she’s not smiling at me anyway.

For the rest of the time, no matter what Guan Luowei said, Ling Chenyan chose to play dead. Guan Luowei’s expression gradually stiffened, and she eventually took the sword out of the room.

A moment later, Ling Chenyan was handed over to an old man. Guan Luowei watched from the side and said, “Uncle Wu, my sword seems to have awakened a soul. But it only woke up for a short time; no matter how I call it now, there’s no response.”

The old man nodded. He gathered demonic energy in his palm and slowly covered the blade. After a moment, he withdrew his hand with a look of joy: “Your Highness, this is a good thing. The sword has indeed awakened a soul. Based on what you described, the soul might just be a bit ‘weak.’ You need to nourish it with your demonic energy daily. In time, you should be able to communicate.”

Guan Luowei took the sword back, her brow still furrowed. She described the “beard-cutting” incident from the battle. The old man pondered for three seconds before saying: “It might not be weakness. Perhaps… it’s just a bit delicate?”

Guan Luowei: “…”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

Author’s Note:

Delicate Crybaby Ling Chenyan.