Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 69

Wenxin laughed until he practically crowed, showing no intention of stepping in to help. Beside him, Guan Luowei’s expression remained unreadable as she stepped forward and pulled the silver sword out of the rock.

Ling Chenyan was still flushed with embarrassment. Even after being pulled out, she was too mortified to transform back into her human form. Instead, she glared at Wenxin, her sword-tip flicking a beautiful flourish as she slashed toward him.

Wenxin struggled against Guan Luowei, but against Ling Chenyan, he had strength to spare. Not only did he have strength, but he also had the breath to mock her: “Oh, little swordy-sword, you’re not quite up to—”

Before he could finish his mockery, Wenxin suddenly felt something strike the back of his knee. A sharp pain flared, and his right leg gave way instantly. He dropped straight down onto one knee, facing Ling Chenyan.

Ling Chenyan, who had been fuming, couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Wenxin’s sudden pose. “My, isn’t it a bit early for such a grand gesture? It’s not even the Lunar New Year yet.”

Wenxin: “…”

His temple throbbed as he glared up at Guan Luowei. “You…”

Guan Luowei swept a cold, indifferent gaze over him. “Me?”

Wenxin ground his teeth and stood up, brushing off his pant legs. He snapped, “You really are a special kind of woman!”

Ling Chenyan: “…?” Pffft, hahahaha.

She looked at the fuming yet silenced Wenxin, then at the calm woman standing by her side. An inexplicable sense of confidence surged within her.

Hehe, Guan Luowei is going to spoil me.

But this was no time for jokes. Once they quieted down, they all looked toward the altar below.

The blood on the altar had completely vanished. In its place was an eye pattern of the most extreme crimson. Saturated by the blood, the pupil appeared increasingly lifelike, and faint traces of black mist could be seen swirling within the red center.

Ling Chenyan took a step toward the edge of the pit and asked the System: [Sys, what is this thing? I saw it once before under Guize Peak.]

[…I don’t know either.]

Ling Chenyan’s mouth twitched. [This thing is clearly related to the heroine. Logically, the plot should have introduced it. How can you not know?]

Her suspicion was blatant.

The System snapped back in embarrassment: [Why don’t YOU be the System then?]

Ling Chenyan gave a light cough. Regardless, the System had helped her a lot. If it didn’t know, it didn’t know; the original plot was already running like a runaway horse anyway. She’d just have to take it one step at a time.

With that thought, she turned to the other two. “Don’t look at that pattern.”

She remembered clearly that last time, Guan Luowei had nearly lost her sanity just by looking at it.

Guan Luowei was well aware of the danger, but her gaze shifted toward Ling Chenyan. She remembered that last time, Ling Chenyan seemed unaffected by the pattern. Furthermore, just now, the evil creature’s “Stagnation” should have worked on her, yet Guan Luowei had seen clearly: Ling Chenyan’s speed hadn’t been affected at all—or at the very least, the effect was negligible.

The evil energy above the Lingxiao Immortal Sect grew thicker, darkening the sky by several degrees. Claw-like shadows of blackness coalesced, looking like a monster ready to swallow the world, before suddenly exploding outward.

At that moment, silver-purple lightning thundered down, cleaving through the dense blackness. The shadows retreated like a tide, yet they lingered stubbornly, forming a stalemate with the silver-purple bolts.

Ling Chenyan looked at the lightning and thought it seemed familiar, but she didn’t dwell on it. She watched as the blackness dejectedly retreated under the lightning’s “tyranny,” leaving only a layer of grey gloom.

Logically, they should have left the sect by now, but they found that the gloom formed a barrier, trapping them within. The barrier was bizarre and ancient, emitting a heavy, long-lost aura.

Standing beside Guan Luowei, Ling Chenyan’s heart hammered. From the increasingly quiet altar, she sensed a wave of malice—a malice directed solely at her. For reasons she didn’t understand, she ducked behind Guan Luowei.

Guan Luowei and Wenxin, sensing the anomaly, instinctively stepped in front of her.

Ling Chenyan poked her head out to look at the altar. A weird, deathly silence filled the air. A wordless terror and evil surrounded them. The shadows in the sky thickened once more, and while the silver-purple lightning struck down fiercely, it couldn’t dispel the gloom.

Amidst the thunder and howling winds, the lightning suddenly flared brilliantly. A creature far more exaggerated and powerful than the previous evil being slowly manifested on the altar.

Silence-inducing evil energy spread through the sect; grass withered, and stones turned to sand. Guan Luowei and Wenxin’s expressions turned solemn as they took up defensive stances.

The creature took a deep breath of the air and slowly transformed into a human shape. A low voice echoed: “So, this is the ‘Otherworld’…”

The moment he appeared, Guan Luowei and Wenxin struck simultaneously. The creature narrowed his eyes. “Are there such strong beings in this world? Fine, let me play with you…”

Ling Chenyan watched the man fighting the two of them. She looked at the sky—now clear yet somehow gloomy—and felt something was off.

She soon found out why.

Ling Chenyan was standing perfectly still when her feet suddenly went soft. Something wet and slimy grabbed her ankle and yanked her violently into the ground.

She let out a scream. In the distance, the two engaged in the fierce battle snapped their heads back to see Ling Chenyan tightly enveloped by a mass of pitch-black evil energy.

There was a second evil being they hadn’t detected!

Guan Luowei and Wenxin immediately moved to save her, but the second creature also took human form. He gripped Ling Chenyan by the neck and grinned, “Are you coming over?”

As he watched them, he tightened his grip. Ling Chenyan’s face turned red, and she kicked her legs frantically, struggling for air.

Guan Luowei froze. She suppressed the murderous intent swirling in her eyes and looked calmly at the creature.

The creature nodded with satisfaction. “Kujiang, look. I caught the target first again.”

Kujiang, who was fighting the other two, shot him a cold look. “Don’t forget why we are here, Mieji.”

“Also, if I hadn’t used my evil energy to mask your presence, you would have been found long ago.”

Mieji looked displeased. “Talkative…”

Before Mieji could finish, the delicate skin he was squeezing suddenly felt sharp and ice-cold. After a sting of pain, he found his body unable to move. Mieji watched in shock as the girl suddenly transformed into a long sword and flashed away like the wind.

How… is that possible?

Once free, Ling Chenyan bolted toward Guan Luowei, her large eyes pleading: SAVE ME!!

Guan Luowei met her halfway. She reached out her hand toward the approaching silver sword, but just as her fingertips were an inch away, the sword was forcibly yanked back. Simultaneously, Kujiang lunged at her.

Guan Luowei’s eyes turned sharp. She twisted her body to dodge the incoming strike and used the momentum to circle behind Kujiang, driving her knee hard into the small of his back. At the same time, she reached out to grab the silver sword in his hand.

Kujiang held the hilt, so she could only grab the blade. Kujiang’s pupils contracted; the pain in his back made him tighten his grip. Realizing the woman’s intent to steal the weapon, he ruthlessly abandoned his defense. His left hand held the sword while his right transformed into a mass of black mist to strike the person behind him.

Guan Luowei’s palm was sliced open by the blade, yet she held on with a death grip, using her other hand to block Kujiang’s attack.

Both used their limbs as weapons, locked in a bizarre stalemate—demon and evil being both refusing to let go of the silver sword.

But since Guan Luowei was holding the sharp edge, her palm was deeply cut. Without her demonic energy protection, her fingers might have been severed.

Ling Chenyan could feel Guan Luowei’s warm blood dripping onto her. She wanted to help, but Jinjin’s power was spent for the day. As for herself, she felt useless. She was great at digging up ancestors’ graves and looting vaults, but she was terrible at fighting—it hurt too much.

She used to think it was fine—she wasn’t good at it, but her woman was. Guan Luowei would protect her. But at this moment, seeing Guan Luowei’s blood-drenched hand, she wanted to be capable for once. She didn’t want Guan Luowei to be hurt, especially since she knew the woman was already nursing injuries from the previous fight.

Thinking fast, Ling Chenyan watched Kujiang’s focused expression and suddenly shrunk her size. Kujiang reacted instantly with “Stagnation,” his power far greater than the previous creature. But he didn’t expect the skill to fail against Ling Chenyan.

She stuck herself to Guan Luowei’s body. After a quick exchange of blows, Guan Luowei retreated rapidly with her.

“Are you alright?” Guan Luowei asked, hiding her bleeding palm behind her back and using demonic energy to heal it.

Ling Chenyan shook her head. “I’m fine, Highness. I have the Demon Pearl. We can return to the clan.”

Guan Luowei nodded. Currently, Wenxin and Mieji were locked in combat, while Kujiang glared at her and the sword on her shoulder. “You can change size at will? Good. Very good. I’m going to play for real now.”

Kujiang’s body swelled into a mountain-sized mass of black mist. His eyes were human, but the allure and evil within them were ten times stronger than red eyes. He began a bizarre, low-pitched chant, and the clouds above the sect gathered once more.

Ling Chenyan sensed a “Big Ultimate” move coming. She wasn’t worried if Guan Luowei could win; she was just afraid she’d get hurt again.

She reached into her storage and threw out all the Ancestors’ Soul Stones she had looted. Looking at the rows of spectral old men, Ling Chenyan transformed into her human form, pulled Guan Luowei to the side, and shouted at the dense crowd of spirits:

“Go! My… uh, Ancestors of the Lingxiao Sect!”

To her surprise, the spirits actually obeyed. They began charging their ultimate moves. These souls ranged from Nascent Soul to Great Transcendent. A collective strike from all of them was enough to make even an “Evil God” suffer.

Ling Chenyan pulled Guan Luowei behind a giant rock and covered her ears. “Don’t be afraid, Highness. I’ll protect you.”

Guan Luowei’s gaze shifted to the girl’s neck. Ling Chenyan’s skin was naturally fair, and since she was usually pampered, the red marks from being choked were still visible—even turning a slight purple. Guan Luowei’s eyes turned cold. She reached out and gently touched the bruised skin. “Does it hurt?”

The cool touch made Ling Chenyan shrink her neck, but looking at Guan Luowei’s face, she suddenly felt the pain much more acutely. She blinked her watery eyes pitifully. “It hurts.”

How could it not? A delicate, pampered girl suffering such treatment. Guan Luowei’s gaze darkened as she took the girl’s hand. “I will settle the score for you.”

Ling Chenyan nodded, then quickly grabbed Guan Luowei’s other hand. She shot her a glare when the woman tried to pull away. Once the resistance stopped, she looked closely at the palm.

The palm and the pads of four fingers were sliced wide open. Worse, the cuts on the fingers had nearly reached the bone. Ling Chenyan felt a mix of heartache and anger. She blew on the wounds gently, then pulled out healing medicine, grumbling: “Highness, why are you so silly? Why would you grab the blade?”

Her tone was reproachful, but her heart was full of pain. Guan Luowei lowered her eyes and allowed the girl to apply the medicine. “I didn’t want you to be hurt,” she said softly.

Ling Chenyan looked up fiercely and glared. “But I didn’t want you to be hurt either!”

The glare lacked power but was full of misery—the kind of look a wife gives when her husband is bullied and she feels helpless and frustrated. Guan Luowei’s heart melted. The excuses she had prepared died in her throat. She gazed at the girl with a rare, unmistakable tenderness.

Ling Chenyan could never handle this look from her. It was like an emotionless deity falling to the mortal world for your sake. Though she wasn’t good at expressing it, that sincerity was heart-stopping.

Ling Chenyan’s irritation melted away. Feeling self-conscious under the long gaze, she snapped, “Don’t look at me!”

Guan Luowei smiled, but she didn’t stop looking. The atmosphere between them was warm and sweet.

But it was soon broken. As Ling Chenyan was applying the medicine, she suddenly looked up. “Highness… did I forget something?”

Guan Luowei’s eyes flickered. “No.”

A second later, an earth-shattering explosion went off behind them, followed by the roar of the evil creature. It sounded like he was being beaten quite badly.

Just as Ling Chenyan was about to laugh, a familiar, agonized scream reached her ears: “LING! CHEN! YAN!”

Ling Chenyan’s back stiffened. She finally realized who was missing.