Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 4

Ling Chenyan stood beside Guan Luowei, watching with wide eyes as Guan Luowei ordered the male lead to be given a sound thrashing before being tied to a stool with an even sturdier Immortal-Binding Rope. Ling Chenyan couldn’t help but shudder.

When Guan Luowei’s gaze drifted toward her, Ling Chenyan immediately stood at attention, her blade straight and stiff, looking the picture of obedience.

Guan Luowei’s icy expression softened considerably. With a slight movement of her fingers, she drew the sword into her hand. Her other hand gathered demonic energy, repeating the previous routine—slowly soaking the blade from top to bottom.

Ling Chenyan felt guilty, yet she couldn’t resist the sheer soul-deep bliss that this infusion brought. She didn’t even bother struggling; she simply lay flat in Guan Luowei’s palm, comfortably allowing herself to be “petted.”

After the demonic energy infusion, the sword looked even more lethargic. It even broke free from Guan Luowei’s grip to rub its hilt against her clothes, looking very much like it was acting spoiled.

Yes, a sword was acting spoiled.

Watching “Yinye” perform actions it had never done in its previous life, Guan Luowei’s lashes lowered, concealing a flash of surprise in her eyes.

She observed the silver sword indifferently and saw it begin to drift unsteadily toward the door. Signalling the two guards to keep a close watch on Mu Yunze, she turned and followed Ling Chenyan to see what she was up to.

Ling Chenyan was currently dazed and didn’t really have a plan. However, the moment she stepped out, she caught the scent of intoxicating wine—rich and fragrant, identical to the scent she had noticed two days ago.

Back then, Ling Chenyan had been too lazy to look for it. But in her current lightheaded state, she suddenly wanted to investigate. Her intuition told her this was definitely something good. So, her blade wobbled its way over to a large tree, where she began controlling the sword to dig into the dirt—one scoop to the left, one scoop to the right.

Guan Luowei stood behind her, watching her sword dig in the dirt with great enthusiasm, her brow furrowing thoughtfully.

Soon, the soil was cleared away, revealing two buried jars. The thick aroma of wine was wafting from right here.

Ling Chenyan wanted to bring the jars up, but she was a sword and had no hands. She began circling Guan Luowei. Somehow, Guan Luowei had a sudden moment of clarity and reached out to help her pick up the two jars of wine.

The sword was delighted, bobbing up and down even more vigorously.

By now, Guan Luowei could roughly understand “Yinye’s” moods. For example, circling her rapidly expressed dissatisfaction; circling her slowly meant it wanted a favor; and bobbing up and down expressed affirmation or joy.

Looking at the wine, which had clearly been hidden under a concealment array, Guan Luowei cast a strange glance at Ling Chenyan. But she quickly regained her calm demeanor, picked up the wine and the sword, and returned to the Demon Palace together.

She wanted to see exactly what this sword intended to do.

A moment later, Guan Luowei fell into a silent stare as she watched the sword stuck halfway into a wine jar, unmoving. She shook her head helplessly, summoned the sword back from the jar into her palm, and once again gathered demonic energy to slowly soothe the blade.

In her stupor, Ling Chenyan felt her body being touched. Just as she was about to struggle, the familiar warm current flooded her body. Knowing it was Guan Luowei, she stopped caring and drifted off into a deep sleep, leaving Guan Luowei to narrow her eyes and study the sword, a shimmering light of contemplation in her gaze.

When she woke up again, it was already dusk.

Guan Luowei heard a heart-wrenching wail from outside: “Aiyoo! My precious collection of wine! Where has my wine gone?!”

Ling Chenyan had just woken up feeling refreshed. Hearing the old man’s agonizing shouts, she was a bit confused. What wine?

At that moment, Guan Luowei stood up and took Ling Chenyan toward the source of the noise. As she passed through the outer hall, she casually picked up the two wine jars.

Ling Chenyan’s missing memories suddenly snapped back. She recalled yesterday’s events—hadn’t she led Guan Luowei to find these two jars? Did this wine belong to someone else? Oh no, oh no… did I just openly steal someone’s stuff?

Feeling guilty, Ling Chenyan followed closely behind Guan Luowei, using her body as a shield to hide herself.

The closer they got to the old man, the clearer his wailing became, occasionally interspersed with guards saying things like, “…Keep it down, what if Her Highness hears you?”

Finally, at a certain point, the old man’s voice abruptly cut off. Guan Luowei’s footsteps also stopped suddenly. Ling Chenyan didn’t have time to dodge and bumped straight into Guan Luowei’s back.

She let out a mental “Ouch!” and was about to “speak” when she caught Guan Luowei’s cold gaze, so she silently chose to stay quiet.

Compared to Ling Chenyan, the old man opposite them was clearly having a harder time. He looked at Guan Luowei’s expressionless face and then at the wine jars in her hand. His cheek twitched as he forced a smile: “Weiwei, why are you here? Aiyoo, this wine smells so good. Is it for me?”

Guan Luowei ignored his act and lifted the jars. “I just heard Grandfather say two jars of wine were missing. Are these the ones?”

The Old Demon Emperor’s eyes flickered left and right following Guan Luowei’s movements. He was both hungry for the wine and heartbroken over it. Then, he said decisively: “No, what missing wine? Weiwei, you know Grandfather has quit drinking. It wasn’t me who lost it; it was these two! Yes, them!”

The Old Emperor pointed at the two guards behind him with total conviction.

Guan Luowei arched an eyebrow at the guards. They panicked: “Yes, yes… we buried them.”

“Oh,” Guan Luowei nodded. “I’ve already finished this wine…”

Before she could finish, the Old Emperor’s brow jumped. He was both pained and incredulous: “What?! You drank it all?! I buried that wine a hundred years ago…”

Guan Luowei cast a chilling look toward the Old Emperor.

Old Emperor: “…”

Ling Chenyan slowly poked her head out from behind Guan Luowei. Looking at the situation, it seemed that leading the Big Villain to find the wine was actually the right thing to do.

She cheered up and openly jumped out from behind Guan Luowei, circling the two of them. She looked very much like someone enjoying a good show.

Guan Luowei caught Ling Chenyan’s “spectator” behavior out of the corner of her eye. After a few simple words of “advice” to the Old Emperor, she suddenly changed her tone and snorted: “Grandfather sure knows how to hide things. If it weren’t for Yinye, I’m afraid I would never have discovered it.”

The spectating Ling Chenyan: “…”

Seeing the resentful look the Old Emperor shot her, she silently moved a few steps away from him.

The Old Emperor stared at Ling Chenyan with a forced smile, gritting his teeth: “So it was you, little brat, who did this.”

The moment Ling Chenyan turned to flee, she clearly saw a smirk tugging at the corner of Guan Luowei’s mouth. This Witch was definitely doing this on purpose!!

By evening, Ling Chenyan dragged her exhausted body and collapsed onto a rug. Seeing Guan Luowei walking closer, she snorted inwardly, thinking she would never talk to her again.

This Great Witch was truly full of bad ideas!

Guan Luowei looked at the sword slumped on the floor and kindly intended to pick it up to restore it with demonic energy. But just as she was about to touch the blade, the sword flipped over, rolling just out of her palm’s reach.

Guan Luowei raised an eyebrow and reached out again, only to see the blade roll away once more.

Seeing this, Guan Luowei didn’t follow. She simply retracted her hand and called out: “Yinye.”

The next second, Ling Chenyan flew uncontrollably toward Guan Luowei and landed softly in her palm.

Ling Chenyan: “…” Is this even fair?

Guan Luowei felt it was somewhat funny to see the sword lying still and playing dead, but she pressed her lips together to hide the smile. Her right hand expertly gathered demonic energy and began stroking the blade from top to bottom.

Ling Chenyan was about to struggle when she saw Guan Luowei raise an eyebrow; the restraint on her body grew heavier. She couldn’t move, so she could only curse her while struggling internally.

The familiar warmth made Ling Chenyan drowsy. However, before falling asleep, she used all her strength to break free from Guan Luowei’s palm, turned her “back” to her, and drifted off.

This was her final act of defiance.

Guan Luowei’s lips curved slightly. Although Yinye had changed a lot compared to her previous life, she didn’t dislike this change.

On the other side, the Old Emperor lay in bed fuming. He was still thinking about the two jars of wine. He had not only used demonic power to mask the scent but had also added a seal. How could that sword have found it?

Did she smell it? That nose is sharper than a dog’s!

But then, the Old Emperor realized the uniqueness of this sword. If it could find a jar of wine he had sealed, then… what about the rest of his hidden wine?!

At this thought, the Old Emperor couldn’t sleep anymore. He got up in the middle of the night and started re-hiding his stash. Thinking of his eldest granddaughter, he was both impressed and pained—impressed that she was finally becoming sensible, but pained that his wine would be harder to hide from now on.

The day of the Sword Soul Baptism was approaching, but before that, something major happened.

Mu Yunze escaped.

When the two guards went to bring him food in the evening, they found that Mu Yunze had vanished without a sound, leaving behind only the severed ropes and a shattered stool.

The two guards knelt tremblingly before Guan Luowei to confess their failure. Guan Luowei glanced at them indifferently and said coldly: “Go after him. Scour the Demon Realm if you have to find him.”

There were restrictions in the Demon Realm; unless one’s strength reached a certain level, or they were a demon themselves, entry and exit required her permission.

Therefore, she was certain Mu Yunze couldn’t have gone far.

Regarding this, some were happy and some were worried. The System was naturally delighted, praising Ling Chenyan for being so efficient. Ling Chenyan was bewildered; this had nothing to do with her!

System: [How could it have nothing to do with you? Those severed ropes look exactly like your handiwork.]

Before Ling Chenyan could argue, she saw one of the kneeling guards steal a glance at her. Clearly, he had the same thought as the System.

Kneeling on the ground, he hesitated before looking at Guan Luowei’s expression: “Your Highness, I have a suspicion…”

Before he could finish, he was cut off by Guan Luowei’s cold voice: “What? Are you uncomfortable that I haven’t punished you for your negligence yet?”

Caught by Guan Luowei’s icy, frost-filled eyes, the guard shuddered instantly. “This subordinate wouldn’t dare.”

Guan Luowei narrowed her long phoenix eyes and waved her hand, letting the two of them go. They breathed a sigh of relief and left nervously. Vaguely, the words of the other guard could be heard: “You think Her Highness can’t tell? Why open your mouth? Don’t you know how much she likes Yinye…”

As the voices faded, Ling Chenyan looked at Guan Luowei’s unreadable expression and stepped forward to nudge her arm slightly.

The woman paused, turning her eyes to her as if she knew exactly what she wanted to say. “I know it wasn’t you.”

Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. Although she had spent most of her time with Guan Luowei, she did occasionally go out for some “fresh air” on her own. How could Guan Luowei be so sure it wasn’t her?

Did she trust her that much?

A wave of wordless emotion began to ripple through Ling Chenyan’s heart. In the next second, Guan Luowei looked back at the ropes and continued:

“You aren’t capable of cutting these ropes.”

The touched Ling Chenyan: “…”

Author’s Note:

Ling Chenyan: I wasted my feelings.