Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 53

Under the collective gaze of the crowd, Guan Luowei’s ears turned beet red, yet she struggled to keep a cold, indifferent face as she replied, “Alright.”

Ling Chenyan knew she was holding back. How could she let this opportunity slip? She winked at Guan Luowei and said, “Highness, we’re about to part—aren’t you going to give me a kiss?”

Guan Luowei wanted to more than anything, but catching a glimpse of two pairs of glowing eyes nearby, she merely reached out to rub the girl’s head. Her throat rolled as she whispered, “Be good. I’ll be back soon.”

I’ll kiss you when I return, okay?

Ling Chenyan caught the hidden meaning. She gave a huff but ultimately stopped teasing her. Turning to see the sparkle in Hua Niang’s eyes, Ling Chenyan belatedly felt her face heat up. She cleared her throat and said seriously, “Travel safely, Highness. I’ll wait for you here.”

Guan Luowei nodded. Finally, she tore her lingering gaze away from Ling Chenyan and nodded to Medusa. “Your Majesty, I brought two guards with me, but we were separated by accident. If Your Majesty sees them, please keep an eye out for me.”

Guan Luowei materialized Tong Di’s face in the air. Upon seeing it, Medusa nodded in agreement.

At that moment, Hua Niang let out a puzzled “Hmm?” and said, “I think I’ve seen this person somewhere.”

As everyone looked at her, Hua Niang thought for a bit and finally remembered. “When I saw Sen Hao this morning, he mentioned catching a demon creature to be used for the sacrifice. The person he showed me looked just like this.”

Medusa immediately gave the order for Sen Hao to bring the man up.

A moment later, Ling Chenyan fell silent as she watched Tong Di being brought in, tied up tightly yet still cursing up a storm.

Tong Di clearly hadn’t expected this scene either. Seeing Guan Luowei and Ling Chenyan, his eyes lit up. “Highness! Young Madam! You’re here too?”

Guan Luowei looked at him but didn’t reply, simply nodding to Medusa in gratitude.

Only Ling Chenyan’s eye twitched as she asked, “How did you get tied up like this? And turned into a sacrificial offering?”

“It’s all because of these sons of a—” Before Tong Di could finish, Sen Hao standing nearby said coldly, “Her Majesty is present. Watch your tongue!”

Tong Di wouldn’t back down, but just as he was about to start cursing again, Guan Luowei spoke: “Tong Di, go find Zong Xian. Once you find her, return to the Demon Realm together.”

Tong Di looked around and asked, “Chief Zong wasn’t tied up too, was she?”

“…”

After receiving a cold glare from his Highness, Tong Di obediently nodded. Medusa then led Guan Luowei to retrieve the Heart-Seeking Mirror, leaving only a few people in the hall.

Tong Di let out a snort as he took his communicator back from Sen Hao. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, “You coward, if you’ve got the guts, fight me one-on-one. What kind of hero uses a mob?”

From Tong Di’s grumbling, Ling Chenyan learned that he had luckily been teleported near the Monster Palace on the very first day. However, because he appeared so suddenly, he was captured as an intruder.

Seeing him completely oblivious to the fact that he was almost sacrificed, Ling Chenyan rubbed her temples helplessly. “Can you talk a little less? Highness told you to find Chief Zong, so go.”

“Oh,” Tong Di replied. “I’ll go contact her then. If Highness asks where I went, remember to tell her for me.”

“Understood,” Ling Chenyan replied, though she thought to herself: She won’t ask about you at all.

Tong Di had to call five times before Zong Xian finally answered.

Seeing Zong Xian’s face on the screen, Tong Di opened with a taunt: “Yo, Chief Zong, where’d you run off to enjoy yourself? Have you forgotten why Highness brought us here?”

Zong Xian said nothing, her eyes darkening at the mention of a certain name.

Just as Tong Di was about to continue mocking her, the voices of several men came through the communicator: “Yo, lady, drinking alone? Heartbroken? How about I help heal your wounds?”

Tong Di’s eyes widened. “Chief Zong, you… you actually went out drinking?”

Zong Xian’s eyes flickered. Before she could speak, Tong Di’s eyes lit up. “Where? I’m coming too.”

Zong Xian: “…”

With the men still buzzing around her, Zong Xian felt annoyed. She gave her location and snapped the communicator shut. Tong Di clicked his tongue at the black screen and immediately ran toward the place she mentioned.

In the small town bustling with monsters, Tong Di spotted the tavern instantly. He sauntered in, only to find the place in shambles and Zong Xian surrounded. His sharp eyes caught three or four monster thugs slumped on the floor; one was the man he’d heard over the call.

Tong Di’s teeth suddenly ached. He came for a free drink, not to clean up a mess. He was about to turn tail when Zong Xian, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, suddenly turned and pointed at him.

“He’s paying.”

Tong Di: “…”

A while later, Tong Di led a drunken Zong Xian to a different tavern. Gritting his teeth, he asked, “Chief Zong, just how much did you drink? How can it cost this many spirit stones?”

Zong Xian rolled her eyes and ordered two more jars of wine. “None of your business.”

“Heh,” Tong Di ground his teeth. Suddenly, a flash of insight hit him, and he leaned in mysteriously. “You didn’t… confess to Highness and get rejected, did you?”

Zong Xian’s hand tightened on the wine jar. Seeing this, Tong Di let out a wicked laugh. “Holy crap, I actually nailed it! Hahahaha—OW!”

Before he could finish laughing, he was hit in the face by a wine jar and cried out in pain. Looking at the drunken woman with fierce eyes, he shouted, “Trying to kill me? That hurts like hell!”

Zong Xian ignored him, grabbing another jar and chugging it down.

Envious, Tong Di took a jar himself and took a few gulps before slamming it down. “Zong Xian, why bother? Highness won’t like you. Throwing yourself at her over and over will only annoy her.”

Zong Xian took another deep swig. After a long silence, she said, “I know.”

“You know, and yet you still like her,” Tong Di said. “Just asking for trouble.”

The woman let out a cold laugh and glanced at him. “Aren’t you the same?”

Tong Di paused, then smiled. “So what? At least I’m not stupid enough to charge in and get rejected to my face.”

Zong Xian stopped talking, and Tong Di fell silent too. After a long while, Tong Di asked, “When did you start liking her?”

Zong Xian raised her lashes and pulled a perfectly preserved flower from her robes. The petals were a deep, alluring dark red, with light brown veins tracing through them; from a distance, it looked like a beating heart. It was a Qidong Flower, the most common yet resilient flower in the Demon Realm.

Looking at the flower, Tong Di said, “Just talk, why give me a flower? It’s embarrassing.” He reached out to take it, but Zong Xian slapped his hand away.

She seemed to treasure the flower deeply, only letting him look for a second before putting it back. “Highness gave me this flower when I was ten.”

Ten was the year the war between the demons and cultivators began. Many demons died, leaving mostly children behind.

Tong Di glanced at the flower and sucked air through his teeth as he nursed his hand. “A common flower bought you over?”

“Of course not,” Zong Xian countered. “Many times later, when Highness took us out for training, she would always protect us. She was always the first to charge in and the last to retreat.”

“That’s because she’s the Young Highness; it was her responsibility to protect you,” Tong Di said dismissively.

“But back then, she was younger than all of us,” Zong Xian said, lowering her gaze. “She was only in her teens, yet because of her title, she risked her life for those people—many of whom were the very same ones who had bullied and insulted her as a child.”

Zong Xian leaned against the table and slowly closed her eyes, tears wetting her lashes. Her voice grew choked. “I do like her… but more than that, my heart aches for her.”

“Tong Di, you don’t understand.”

Tong Di looked at Zong Xian slumped on the table and took another gulp of wine. He thought to himself: How could I not understand? I watched her grow up too.

Guan Luowei departed with the Heart-Seeking Mirror. Ling Chenyan stood still for a long time before snapping out of it.

Seeing her looking lost, Hua Niang teased, “My, she just left and you’re already missing her?”

Ling Chenyan: “…Stop talking nonsense.” She glared at Hua Niang and turned back toward the palace.

Hua Niang followed her, fox eyes curving. “Though I really didn’t expect it, tsk tsk.” Her gaze lingered meaningfully on Ling Chenyan’s lips.

Ling Chenyan pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and suddenly laughed. Puzzled, Hua Niang watched as Ling Chenyan beckoned her closer.

Hua Niang raised an eyebrow and leaned in. Ling Chenyan whispered in her ear: “Great Priestess, you didn’t cover the hickey on your neck.”

A flash of panic crossed Hua Niang’s face. She hurriedly tried to pull up her collar, only to hear Ling Chenyan burst out laughing.

“Fine!” Hua Niang stopped, looking flustered and annoyed. “You actually dared to trick me?”

“Hahahaha!”

The two chased each other playfully for a while before reaching a small pavilion in the palace gardens. The night grew late, and the distant sunset clouds were strikingly bright. Ling Chenyan was curious about the relationship between Hua Niang and Medusa, but too shy to ask directly, so she just stared at her with puppy-dog eyes.

Ling Chenyan was the type whose desires were written all over her face.

Hua Niang glanced at her and laughed. “What are you looking at? Did you change your mind? Want to dual cultivate tonight?”

Ling Chenyan snorted. “Hua Niang, we’re in the Monster Palace. Aren’t you afraid Her Majesty will hear you?”

“What am I afraid of?” Hua Niang said leisurely. “Even if Her Majesty were standing right in front of me, I’d dare to say it to you.”

Ling Chenyan’s smile turned mischievous. She gave Hua Niang a deep look. “Are you sure?”

Hua Niang suddenly felt a sense of dread. Turning around, she saw Medusa standing outside the pavilion with Sen Hao. Her golden pupils were fixed on them; she had clearly been there for a while.

Hua Niang: “…”

Medusa said nothing. She slithered her snake body over to them and turned to Sen Hao. “Lead Miss Ling back to her room.”

Then, glancing at Hua Niang, she said, “You, come with me.”

Medusa was a woman of action; she turned and left as soon as she spoke. Looking at her back, Hua Niang gritted her teeth and shot a glare at Ling Chenyan. Ling Chenyan looked away innocently, as if to say: You said it yourself, I didn’t force you.

Hua Niang followed Medusa to the familiar quarters. Medusa remained silent, heading straight for the bath. Her garments fell to the floor one by one with every step. Soon, her fair, lithe back was exposed to the air.

Medusa had an excellent figure—everything was top-tier. Her waist was powerful, her curves alluring, and even her fingers were as long and elegant as bamboo. If one set aside her sharp nails, Hua Niang actually quite liked those hands.

Soaking in the pool, Medusa’s shimmering golden eyes fixed coldly on her. “Come here.”

Knowing what she wanted, Hua Niang slowly removed her clothes and walked toward her. Seemingly annoyed by her slow pace, Medusa hooked her snake tail around her and pulled her close.

She continued to stare without a word, but her movements were practiced and familiar. Hua Niang soon succumbed, her face flushed like a ripe apple—whether from the steam or from the intimacy.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Medusa seemed more forceful today than usual. Tears of pain welled in Hua Niang’s eyes; she hated the woman before her, yet she loved her desperately. Her body accepted wave after wave of heat. Finally, at the peak, Hua Niang bit down hard on the woman’s shoulder, her body trembling with constant sobs.

Medusa let out a muffled groan, the fire in her eyes burning even more intensely.

Snakes were naturally lustful, and Hua Niang had a Natural Charm-Bone; they were inherently the most compatible physical partners.

Wave after wave followed until the woman in her arms grew hoarse, crying and begging her to stop. Only then did Medusa reluctantly let go. Looking at the exhausted face of the woman in her embrace, she thought to herself: Now she definitely won’t be able to find anyone else for dual cultivation.

The next day, when Hua Niang appeared before Ling Chenyan looking utterly exhausted, Ling Chenyan’s burning gossip-heart could no longer be contained. She looked at Hua Niang with intense interest. “Ahem, last night you…”

Hua Niang’s face flushed. She gritted her teeth. “What are you trying to say?” Then, before Ling Chenyan could speak, she added: “Whatever it is, shut up.”

Ling Chenyan pouted but didn’t ask further. She could see the relationship was complicated. Seeing that she’d stopped asking, Hua Niang eventually ground her teeth and said, “In the future, you must make sure Guan Luowei trims her nails.”

Before Ling Chenyan could get excited, she realized the implication and snapped: “Shouldn’t it be me trimming my nails?”

“You?” Hua Niang looked her up and down and nearly burst out laughing.

Ling Chenyan: “?”

Seeing Ling Chenyan’s accusatory look, Hua Niang stopped teasing her. She showed her around the palace before being called away for the festival preparations.

Ling Chenyan sat in the pavilion and sighed. [Sys, I’m so lonely.]

[Heh, you finally remembered me.]

[Sigh, Sys, when do you think the Big Villain will arrive? I can’t wait to finish the mission and fly away with my Guanguan.]

[Can you be a bit more reserved?]

[Hehe, you don’t understand, Sys.]

[You’d better have a reason to call me. Don’t tell me you just wanted to brag.]

[Well… exactly.]

[…]

After teasing the System, another day passed. Without Guan Luowei, time felt like years to Ling Chenyan.

However, she soon discovered some interesting things. For instance, Medusa would “accidentally” appear whenever the two were talking. Or how Medusa had trimmed all her long nails. Or how Medusa would occasionally sit opposite her when Hua Niang wasn’t around, staring at her in silence.

Ling Chenyan was intimidated at first, thinking Medusa was going to kill her for her treasures, but she eventually realized the snake was just sitting there with her tail thrashing uneasily, as if she had something to say but couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Later, Ling Chenyan understood. She began to mention Hua Niang’s likes and worries to Medusa “casually.” Over time, they developed a silent rapport. Medusa would pretend to listen indifferently, and Hua Niang began to notice changes in Medusa.

Ling Chenyan found it amusing, yet she missed Guan Luowei terribly. This life finally ended half a month later. A round trip should have taken at least twenty days, but Guan Luowei traveled day and night, returning in just fifteen.

She brought back the Heart-Seeking Mirror as promised.

Having been apart so long, the two couldn’t take their eyes off each other. If Medusa and Hua Niang hadn’t been there, they likely would have been glued together.

Medusa sat in the high seat, looking at the pair. A rare look of distraction appeared on her face. It wasn’t until Guan Luowei handed her the mirror that she snapped back. She glanced at them and suddenly spoke:

“The Heart-Seeking Mirror’s power goes far beyond this. If subdued, it can view the past and the future. This King attempted to enter it once and saw fragments of the future.”

Under everyone’s gaze, Medusa tilted her head toward Ling Chenyan. Her voice was flat, yet it carried an air of absolute certainty.

“You will die.”