Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 5

She bit her teeth in fury, deciding to ignore Guan Luowei completely.

In a place Ling Chenyan couldn’t see, the corners of Guan Luowei’s lips twitched slightly before flattening out again. She stepped forward and picked up a segment of the severed rope. Her eyes flickered; the rope didn’t look like it had been sliced at all. It looked more like… it had been snapped by sheer force.

Meanwhile, at the border of the Demon Realm.

Relying on his memories from his previous life, Mu Yunze dodged the patrolling guards of the Demon Palace and arrived smoothly at this remote corner. He remembered that this was the weakest gap in the Demon Realm’s restrictions.

The next second, surging spiritual power gathered in his palm, striking the spot with destructive force. Soon, cracks appeared in the restriction, but such a commotion naturally attracted the surrounding demon guards.

Mu Yunze clearly knew the consequences of his actions. He immediately accelerated the speed of his attacks.

Faster, I have to open the hole before that woman arrives, or else… I won’t be able to escape.

Mu Yunze watched the approaching demon guards while frantically attacking the barrier. Suddenly, he felt an aura that made him tremble. He turned his head, and his pupils contracted instantly.

It was Guan Luowei. She was almost here!

Mu Yunze attacked the barrier with ruthless desperation, yet complex emotions surged in his heart. He never imagined he would be reborn, only to be captured by Guan Luowei again.

Given the recent events, there was a high possibility that Guan Luowei had also been reborn. Thinking of everything between them in their past lives, Mu Yunze’s mood was incredibly complicated; he didn’t even dare to face her.

Finally, at the last moment before Guan Luowei arrived, the restriction shattered. Mu Yunze rushed out without hesitation, fired the unique distress flare of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect, and fled for his life.

Guan Luowei’s eyes turned cold. This place. Why this specific place? This unique weakness in the barrier was something she had personally told him in her past life.

A possibility flashed through her mind. Her eyes erupted with terrifying chill as she pulled far ahead of her followers, chasing after him.

Mu Yunze’s cultivation was clearly inferior to Guan Luowei’s. Before long, with a loud “Bang!”, he was blasted into a rock wall by one of her strikes.

Ling Chenyan instinctively squinted against the rolling clouds of dust, quietly hiding behind Guan Luowei.

When the dust settled, it revealed the young man kneeling on one knee, coughing up blood. He looked up at Guan Luowei with a complex expression, a smile actually tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Weiwei, you’ve come back, haven’t you?”

Weiwei? Ling Chenyan thought. Haven’t seen him for a few days, and this kid is already so intimate with the Demon Princess?

She instinctively looked at Guan Luowei’s face, only to find it frozen like ice. Those slightly upturned phoenix eyes shimmered with a dangerous, frozen light.

She stared at Mu Yunze, killing intent nearly overflowing from her eyes. “You really did come back too.”

Ling Chenyan was completely bewildered. What “you came back” and “I came back”? The reunion plot isn’t supposed to go like this.

As if to answer Ling Chenyan’s confusion, Mu Yunze stared into Guan Luowei’s eyes and said sincerely, “Weiwei, I was sorry for what happened in our past life, but I didn’t mean to—”

“Bang!” Before he could finish, Guan Luowei struck again. Mu Yunze, while seemingly apologizing sincerely, had been watching her movements; he barely dodged the hit, only to see the massive mountain behind him blasted with a giant hole.

This strike was clearly intended to take his life.

The two began fighting without another word, leaving Ling Chenyan and the System staring at each other in disbelief at what they had just heard.

What are they talking about? Past life?

Wait a minute? PAST LIFE?!

Memories of Guan Luowei’s recent abnormalities rushed into Ling Chenyan’s mind. No wonder! No wonder she had coincidentally given her sword the same name as in the book! At first, she thought it was the sword’s destiny, but now she realized—this wasn’t destiny, this was a damn double rebirth with memories intact!

“What do we do, System? It’s over, it’s all over!” Ling Chenyan could hardly organize her words. If only the villain had reborn, the original male lead wouldn’t know anything, and those past events wouldn’t have happened yet; she might have been able to get them to call a truce. Now that both had reborn, isn’t this going to be a fight to the death?

The System was currently in a state of crashing: [I… I… I don’t know.]

“Go ask the Main System!”

[Oh, right, right! I’m going!]

The System went silent. On the vast battlefield, only Ling Chenyan remained, watching the male lead being single-handedly brutalized by the villain like a human sandbag. Seeing the male lead fly from here to there, and finally landing at her “feet,” Ling Chenyan jumped away in fright, terrified that their war would catch her in the crossfire.

But she overthought it. The villain stopped attacking the moment she saw the male lead lying at the sword’s side. Guan Luowei strolled over, casually stroked the sword’s scabbard, and looked down at the male lead with disdain: “It seems you are nothing more than this.”

The male lead lay on the ground, blood staining the earth. He trembled, unable to speak a single complete sentence.

Just as Guan Luowei picked up the silver sword, preparing to end him, Ling Chenyan began to struggle violently.

Guan Luowei froze, then let go of the sword, muttering to herself, “I almost forgot you were a delicate crybaby.”

Ling Chenyan: “?” Who’s a delicate crybaby?

Though Ling Chenyan also wanted the villain to kill the male lead, it simply wasn’t allowed. If the Main System found out, it might wipe them all out. But stopping the villain was clearly harder than killing her.

Ling Chenyan’s “CPU” was about to burn out trying to figure out how to protect him. Just then, a strong surge of spiritual power erupted from the distance, accompanied by biting killing intent.

Guan Luowei’s eyes sharpened. Before meeting the attack, she didn’t forget to set up a protective array for Ling Chenyan. As Ling Chenyan was moved aside, a vortex opened in space. An old man stepped out, waved his sleeve, and carried away the unconscious Mu Yunze.

Ling Chenyan: “!”

Before she could react, many disciples in immortal robes appeared—clearly from the Lingxiao Sect. However, the demon guards arrived shortly after.

War was imminent. At that moment, the battle between Guan Luowei and the mysterious figure reached its climax. With a deafening roar, Ling Chenyan saw the mountain from earlier split clean in half.

Seriously… too violent.

Ling Chenyan silently hid further back. Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, Guan Luowei descended from the sky and landed beside her. She calmly undid the restriction on the sword and hung it back at her waist.

It looked like Guan Luowei had held the upper hand in the exchange.

The person on the other side didn’t look so good. The old man’s robes were torn, blood stained the corner of his mouth, and he stared at Guan Luowei with eyes full of rage.

“Fine, Demon Race! Truly fine! Didn’t you say my Lingxiao Sect’s disciple wasn’t in your realm?” The old man was so angry he looked like he wanted to eat Guan Luowei alive.

Guan Luowei ignored his rant and said flatly, “Hand him over.”

Daoist Lingxu was almost laughed in anger. “Why should I hand a member of my Lingxiao Sect over to you? Furthermore, the matter of your Demon Race illegally imprisoning our disciple must be accounted for today!”

“Accounted for?” Guan Luowei recalled her past life—the dead and wounded demons, her grandfather dying in battle. She had once asked those besieging the Demon Realm for an “account,” and how did they respond?

A chilling, inhumane curve touched Guan Luowei’s lips. “Fine. Today, I shall give you an account.”

Before Daoist Lingxu could rebuke her, Guan Luowei appeared before him instantly. Her speed was so great that he barely had time to dodge; her attack was about to crush his head. At that moment, space fluctuated behind Guan Luowei. A pair of withered, branch-like hands reached out, launching a lethal sneak attack at her back.

Guan Luowei’s eyes turned cold as she prepared to twist away. But then, the sword hanging at her waist suddenly blocked her back, taking the blow head-on.

Seeing this, Guan Luowei twisted without hesitation. Simultaneously, her attack landed on Daoist Lingxu. Though she had pulled back some strength, he was still sent flying, spitting blood.

Seeing the failure of the sneak attack, the hidden figure vanished. In the blink of an eye, Daoist Lingxu was gone as well.

A raspy cough echoed vaguely from the sky: “Little girl, do not push things too far. I am taking the boy. Today’s matter shall be remembered by my Lingxiao Sect.”

Guan Luowei stood her ground, narrowing her eyes as she looked into the air. Her hand behind her back slowly clenched. She neither gave chase nor ordered her guards to pursue.

Finally, the world returned to silence.

The surge of blood Guan Luowei had been suppressing rose again. She swallowed it down inconspicuously. Suddenly remembering something, she brought the silver sword before her eyes: “Yinye…”

The silver sword didn’t move an inch. Guan Luowei’s expression changed instantly. She turned to the demon guards behind her and commanded: “Return.”

She was only feeling the aftershocks of the old man’s attack, yet her blood was already churning. One could only imagine the state of the silver sword that had taken the brunt of the attack for her.

Lingxiao Immortal Sect, Secret Chamber.

Several old men who looked nearly a hundred years old surrounded a jade bed, looking at the two figures lying upon it.

Venerable Chenxu looked at his unconscious eldest disciple and his Senior Brother, Daoist Lingxu. He was frantic. “Sect Master, how are they? The Demon Race is simply too arrogant…”

“Chenxu,” the man addressed as Sect Master frowned. “What exactly happened?”

Chenxu paused, then said angrily: “It’s just that the Demon Race has become more arrogant in recent years. They dared to kidnap our disciple and injure our people! When Ze’er first went missing, I suspected them, but they denied it and even beat us. Today I felt Ze’er’s plea for help. Senior Brother took my place because of my injuries, but who would have thought…”

The Sect Master looked up at him. “Why would the Demon Race kidnap Ze’er?”

“This… I don’t know either,” Chenxu stammered.

“It seems we must wait for Ze’er to wake up to know the truth,” said an old man who hadn’t spoken yet. “Regardless, the Demon Race’s attitude shows they have no respect for our Lingxiao Sect.”

The Sect Master’s eyes darkened. “Indeed. It seems the Demon Race has forgotten how they were nearly exterminated a hundred years ago.”

After saying this, Sect Master Zhenxuzi lowered his voice to send a transmission…