Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 56

The moonlight was lingering, and the candlelight held a touch of intimacy.

As Ling Chenyan unlocked the first “gate,” the deeply hidden spring colors were finally revealed. Her fair, delicate skin glowed under the candlelight, like curdled jade or fine porcelain.

Ling Chenyan’s fingertips shifted downward once more, inch by inch, unveiling the deep scenery to the air. Finally, as that slender neck was fully exposed, Guan Luowei caught her hand just as it attempted to move further down.

She bit her thin lip, her eyes filled with shyness and a silent accusation, as if telling her, “You can’t.”

Ling Chenyan raised an eyebrow, turned her hand over to grip the woman’s slender, white wrist, and offered a silent laugh. Her smile carried a hint of wanton heat, causing the exposed snow-white skin to be tinged with a faint, thin pink.

Guan Luowei struggled slightly but ultimately allowed the girl to hold her wrist. Ling Chenyan did not let go; her other hand settled slowly at the woman’s neck, watching as that snowy neck grew increasingly flushed with her downward movement.

The woman’s hands were as cold as her personality, yet her slender neck carried an endless warmth. Finally, her knuckles brushed against a familiar hardness—the soft, smooth texture felt like a long-handled scepter of white porcelain.

She looked down at Guan Luowei and could see her long lashes fluttering. The woman’s body was tense, as if facing a great enemy.

Ling Chenyan licked her lips and buried her face in the woman’s neck, kissing her slowly. At first, it was a gentle trickle, and she even mischievously paused to intentionally exhale warm air. Only when she felt the woman’s slight shudder did she let out a hummed laugh and continue downward.

When she touched those “jade scepters,” Ling Chenyan couldn’t resist a light bite. The woman’s held hand suddenly tightened, and a muffled, restrained, yet pleasant groan escaped her throat.

Messy, rapid breaths intertwined as the woman’s body gradually softened. At some point, she had shifted into a semi-reclining position on the bed. The girl had one hand resting against the back of the woman’s hand, while the other still gripped her wrist.

After a long while, Ling Chenyan lifted her head, looking at the woman’s misty eyes, her wet, crimson lips, and the intermittent “plum blossoms in the snow” upon her neck. She licked her own lips with lingering desire, her eyes burning with a heat she herself hadn’t realized.

Guan Luowei lay on the bed like a delicate flower battered by a storm, panting and drenched in fragrant sweat. The moment the girl stood up, she broke free from her grasp and quickly fastened her buttons.

“I’m going to open another room,” she said.

Ling Chenyan unhurriedly caught her wrist. As the woman turned her head, she stared at her face and teased, “You’re going out looking like that?”

Guan Luowei realized something instantly. She pulled her hand away and walked to the table, turning her back to the girl, her thoughts unknown.

Ling Chenyan, in high spirits, sat on the edge of the bed watching her silhouette. “Are you really going to open another room?”

Guan Luowei didn’t speak, answering only with her silent back. Ling Chenyan knew she was shy and didn’t expose her. A moment later, as the woman started to walk toward the door again, Ling Chenyan asked with feigned surprise, “You’re actually leaving?”

Guan Luowei paused at the door, gave a low “Mm,” and stepped out.

As the door clicked shut, Ling Chenyan realized Guan Luowei actually intended to sleep elsewhere. She was left feeling stuck between laughter and tears, wondering if she had truly teased her too hard.

Over the next two days of travel, Guan Luowei actually opened two rooms every single time. While Ling Chenyan felt a bit regretful, she was also quite smug—she was clearly the Chosen One.

The next day, as they reached the teleportation array of the Monster Domain, Ling Chenyan suddenly asked, “Can we wait a few more days before going back?”

Two days had passed since the “incident,” but every time Guan Luowei recalled it, she still felt her face burn. She nodded nonchalantly. “Where do you want to go?”

Ling Chenyan thought for a bit. “Is it far from here to Baibian Town?”

Baibian Town—Chen Juan’s home. She had always wanted to see the scenic town Chen Juan had described. Guan Luowei pondered. “I haven’t heard of it.”

“It’s fine, we can ask along the way,” Ling Chenyan decided immediately. “We’re going to Baibian Town.”

Since Ling Chenyan said so, Guan Luowei naturally had no objections. However, inside the teleportation array, she looked seemingly casually at the silver sword in her arms and asked, “Why the sudden interest in that place?”

Ling Chenyan, having just finished bickering with the System, replied instinctively, “Because Chen Juan is there, and I want to play with her.”

Guan Luowei stopped talking, but her grip on the silver sword tightened.

That night, when they reached an inn at a stopover town, Guan Luowei rarely did not open two rooms. Ling Chenyan was initially delighted, thinking Guan Luowei had finally adapted. However, by nightfall, the woman paid her back in full for what had happened two days prior.

Ling Chenyan, panting as she gripped the woman’s head while her body felt entirely numb, stared at the ceiling and wondered: Is Guan Luowei getting revenge because she’s jealous?

After two days, they finally arrived at Baibian Town on a sunny afternoon.

Chen Juan hadn’t lied; Baibian Town was like an ancient town from an ink painting—blue bricks, green tiles, and shimmering ripples, carrying a profound sense of history. Since it was the peak of the sun’s heat, the weather wasn’t cold. Guan Luowei led Ling Chenyan through the streets.

The town was filled with stacked shops and the constant sound of vendors calling out. Because it was remote, most people here lacked cultivation talent, but because of that, the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Ling Chenyan looked around excitedly. “This place is quite like my hometown.”

As the words fell, both of them froze. Over the past few days, Ling Chenyan hadn’t asked how Guan Luowei knew she wasn’t from this world, but both knew the truth. Mentioning it now made the atmosphere a bit awkward.

Guan Luowei looked at the girl’s happy face and asked, “Do you… miss home very much?”

Guan Luowei figured that Ling Chenyan, having suddenly arrived in a world she’d never seen, must have been terrified and sad; why else would she be so happy to see a town that looked like home? She must miss it.

While she was lost in thought, her palm was suddenly pulled. Ling Chenyan grabbed her hand and smiled. “Actually, not that much. I’m just happy to see a place that looks like home.”

Guan Luowei watched her smile and asked after a silence, “What was it like for you over there?”

“Me?” Ling Chenyan turned to look at her mysteriously. “You want to know?”

Guan Luowei nodded. she wanted to know more about her.

“Sure,” the girl said playfully, half-covering her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper in Guan Luowei’s ear. “As long as you do what you did last night, and give me…”

Guan Luowei didn’t need to hear the rest to know what she was implying. Thinking of the red marks on her neck that hadn’t faded from the previous night, her face turned pink. She didn’t respond immediately.

Ling Chenyan, seeing no response, wrinkled her nose. “Fine, then. Hmph.” With that, she ran ahead.

Guan Luowei stood there, watching the girl run into the crowd to watch a street performance, and shook her head. Just as she was about to follow, a shifty-looking vendor approached her. Guan Luowei narrowed her eyes, casting a cold gaze toward him.

The man was wearing a dark red robe and a “watermelon” cap, with a long braided ponytail hanging behind him. He had two fake mustache pieces pasted above his lip. He mysteriously clutched a book to his chest and winked at her. “Miss, I see you have a… deep relationship with that lady just now.”

Guan Luowei used a burst of energy to push the man three fathoms away, her voice icy: “What is it to you?”

The man wasn’t annoyed; he just stood there grinning. “Miss, I bet you need this book.” He quickly flashed a page of the book he was hiding and pulled it back. “Miss, it’s fate. This book is on discount—just one spirit stone. What do you say?”

Though he was fast, Guan Luowei was a cultivator; his speed was like slow-motion to her. She clearly saw the three large characters on the cover: Spring Palace Diagrams (Erotica), and a picture of two women intertwined.

Her pupils dilated. The next second, Guan Luowei’s gaze turned sharp. With a flick of her finger, a pebble from the ground shot into the man’s chest, knocking him over. He let out several pained cries.

Guan Luowei said nothing and strode away. After a few steps, she suddenly turned back, snatched the book with lightning speed, threw down a spirit stone, and hurried off.

In the bookshop nearby, Chen Juan clutched her chest and ground her teeth in mock agony before ripping off the fake mustache. She thought to herself: I’ve sacrificed too much for Miss Ling’s happiness.

Shortly after, Guan Luowei pushed through the crowd and found the girl cheering at the front. Recalling the book, Guan Luowei’s face heated up for no reason. She stepped up and stood beside her as if nothing had happened.

Ling Chenyan glanced at her. “Why took you so long?” She pulled Guan Luowei to watch together. Guan Luowei gave an awkward cough and didn’t reply.

A moment later, a commotion erupted from behind. Amidst the chaos, someone said, “It must be the Chen family’s daughter causing trouble again. Master Chen brought guards to make a scene.”

In that instant, Ling Chenyan felt a stroke of inspiration and asked, “Who is the Chen family’s daughter?”

The person looked at her. “From out of town, aren’t you?” Ling Chenyan nodded. The person wore an ‘I knew it’ look. “The Chen daughter is named Chen Juan. She’s the legend of Baibian Town—a famous spendthrift.”

Ling Chenyan: “…?” Was Chen Juan really that famous?

She immediately pulled Guan Luowei out of the crowd and headed toward the noise. The desire to watch a scene was universal. A small bookstore was surrounded by people. Ling Chenyan squeezed in and saw a middle-aged man looking like a wealthy landlord, chasing a “man” with a crooked mustache with a feather duster.

Ling Chenyan squinted. The crooked-mustache man looked familiar. As she was wondering, the “man” saw her, his eyes lit up, and he bolted toward her, shouting: “Miss Ling! Save me!”

Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. “…Chen… Chen Juan?”

After a chaotic flurry, the scene finally calmed down. Ling Chenyan looked at the woman hiding behind her, then at the fuming middle-aged man.

“Chen Juan, what is going on?”

“Nothing,” Chen Juan replied. “I’m trying to start a business, but my dad won’t let me. He’s hitting me.”

Ling Chenyan looked at the middle-aged man. He glared and shouted, “Why don’t you tell her what kind of ‘business’ you’re starting?!”

Chen Juan shrank back and said nothing. The man ground his teeth. “I have such a huge family business waiting for you to inherit, but you refuse! You insisted on starting your own business. In three years, you lost two of my shops, then turned tail and traveled the world. You come back and start this? You’re a girl—what kind of shop are you opening?!”

He threw a picture book onto the ground in a rage. Ling Chenyan looked down. Holy crap. “Secret Affairs of the Spring Palace.”

Ling Chenyan’s expression became unspeakable. She turned to Chen Juan. Chen Juan laughed sheepishly and said seriously, “Where there’s demand, there’s a market! From what I’ve learned traveling the cultivation world, most people only care about training and know nothing about this. If I sell these in the cultivation world, I’ll make a fortune.”

Ling Chenyan, seeing her so certain, couldn’t help but nod—

“Make a fortune my foot!” the middle-aged man shouted. “You think I don’t know where you got that conclusion? You went to a bunch of monks to study demand and decided cultivators don’t know anything? You think you’ve found a goldmine?!”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

Chen Juan wanted to say more, but her father glared at Ling Chenyan and said with a pained expression, “Miss, you look so innocent. Take my advice: don’t play with this girl, or she’ll ruin you!”

Chen Juan: “…?”

After a long argument, Chen Juan couldn’t escape the fate of being dragged home by her ear. Before leaving, she waved to Ling Chenyan. “See you tomorrow! Awooo!”

Ling Chenyan was stuck between laughter and tears. Just as she was about to pick up the book on the ground, Guan Luowei grabbed her sleeve. “It’s late. We should find an inn.”

Ling Chenyan raised an eyebrow, picked up the book anyway, and said, “Alright, let’s go.”

Guan Luowei looked at the book in the girl’s hand, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Ling Chenyan blinked at her as if oblivious. “Shall we go?”

Guan Luowei suppressed her words and led her to find an inn.

As night fell, Ling Chenyan lay on the bed. Bored, she picked up the book to “study” a bit, but a hand suddenly snatched it away. She looked up to see Guan Luowei standing by the bed, the book between her fingers.

“You are not allowed to look,” Guan Luowei said.

“Why?” Ling Chenyan asked, staring at her.

Guan Luowei awkwardly hid the book behind her back and turned to leave. “No reason.”

Ling Chenyan sat up and asked, “Where are you going?”

“To open another room.”

“You…” Before she could finish, Guan Luowei hurried out and closed the door.

Ling Chenyan asked suspiciously: [Sys, you don’t think the Big Villain is going to hide and read it herself, do you?]

System: [Why do you think she’s like you, looking at this nonsense?]

[What nonsense? I’m studying!]

On the other side, Guan Luowei returned to her room, locked the door, and added a sealing spell for good measure. Only then did she sit down and slowly pull two picture books from her sleeve.