Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 7

Guan Luowei departed with decisive swiftness, leaving the Demon Realm’s gates alone with only her sword.

Following the baptism, her body had gradually adapted to a much larger capacity of spiritual energy. Her cultivation from her previous life had fully returned; she was now arguably one of the top masters in the cultivation world.

In the past, Guan Luowei was accustomed to flying on her sword. However, she glanced down at the sword drifting serenely beside her and shook her head almost imperceptibly.

Sword-riding was out of the question for now. Fortunately, having reached the Great Convergence stage, traveling without a sword was merely a matter of consuming a bit more demonic power.

Ling Chenyan paid no mind to Guan Luowei’s movements because the System had returned.

[Sys, what did the Main System say?]

The System sighed, its voice sounding quite weary: [After getting the news, the Main System avoided me for three days. Then it told me very ambiguously to not worry about those details—just focus on completing the ultimate mission.]

Ling Chenyan felt a bit heavy-hearted: [Is it absolutely necessary to kill Guan Luowei?]

[Who said that?] the System replied. [Don’t forget, our ultimate mission is to save the world.]

Ling Chenyan: […The world collapsed because of Guan Luowei. Saving the world usually means killing her.]

At this, the System sounded puzzled again: [I said the same thing to the Main System, but it said Guan Luowei isn’t actually the root cause of the world’s collapse. When I asked what the root cause was, it ignored me and told me to explore it myself.]

Ling Chenyan’s eyes sparkled: [So, we don’t have to kill Guan Luowei?]

[Theoretically, yes.]

Unlike the frustrated System, Ling Chenyan was in a fantastic mood: [Great! I’m so glad I don’t have to kill her. I was already planning how to betray you.]

System: […Host, what did you just say?]

Ling Chenyan coughed twice and said quickly: [Nothing, nothing! I mean, who could bear to kill such a beauty? But now that we don’t have to, isn’t that wonderful?]

The System was highly dissatisfied with its host. It had ample reason to suspect Ling Chenyan had intended to defect, but since they were now on the same side, it could only hide away in a sulk.

Compared to Ling Chenyan’s joy, Guan Luowei—having heard the entire internal monologue—was feeling quite complex. Her sword had originally intended to join forces with others to kill her, yet every word out of its “mouth” expressed a desire to protect her, even at the cost of betraying those who wanted her dead.

But what is her origin? And who is this “System” that wants me dead? They communicate together, yet why can I only hear my sword’s voice?

A hint of wariness surfaced in Guan Luowei’s expression, her eyes flickering before she slowly withdrew her gaze.

Ling Chenyan was busy coaxing the System when Guan Luowei suddenly stopped. She reached out, tore through the space in front of her, grabbed the sword, and stepped inside.

[Whoa, now that’s a powerhouse! I didn’t know the inside of space-time looked like this,] Ling Chenyan exclaimed like a country bumpkin. [As expected of my woman—beautiful and strong. She’s way better than that scumbag male lead.]

Guan Luowei, who was in the middle of traversing space, nearly lost her grip on the dimensions upon hearing “my woman.”

At the same time, the System was scolding Ling Chenyan for being shameless. Ling Chenyan laughed: [She’s my master, which rounds up to “my person.” Guan Luowei is a woman, which rounds up further to “my woman.”]

System: […]

Guan Luowei: […]

Guan Luowei accelerated her pace and finally stopped in a forest outside a city. Ling Chenyan stood by her side, looking at the towering, solemn gates of the city walls. She clicked her tongue mentally; it wasn’t as imposing as the Demon Gates.

This city was named Lingyun City, the most prosperous city at the foot of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect. If the Sect was planning something against the Demon Realm, there would surely be some whispers here.

Guan Luowei donned a veiled hat, held her sword, and went straight to a teahouse. After ordering a pot of tea, she sat quietly in the main hall, pretending to look at the scenery below while inconspicuously listening to the conversations around her.

“Brother Yang, you didn’t go home last night. Did that tigress of yours cause a scene?”

“Nonsense! Can’t you see my eye is swollen today?”

“Brother Li, I heard you have your eye on a little nun from the Buddhist Sect? Did you catch her?”

“Catch her? Look at my face, my eyes—all beaten by Zen Master Guixu.”

“A monk using violence? Well, if it’s Master Guixu, I guess that’s understandable.”

Ling Chenyan floated out of the sword. Relying on the fact that she was a soul body no one could see, she drifted around the teahouse eavesdropping on various secrets and gossip. Guan Luowei listened for a while but didn’t hear the news she wanted. Just as she was about to move elsewhere, she heard someone whisper: “Brother Wang, let me tell you a secret about the Lingxiao Immortal Sect…”

Guan Luowei suppressed the urge to stand up, focusing her senses to listen, but heard nothing. It seemed they had set up a sound barrier. Just as she thought it a pity, the girl’s voice rang in her ear:

[Pfft, I thought it was some big secret. Turns out the disciple guarding the Profound Crystal Cave has a thing for his master.]

Guan Luowei: […]

She cast an inconspicuous glance at the sword by her side before looking away. A commotion broke out at the door, and Guan Luowei looked up.

Five people entered, all wearing Lingxiao Sect disciple robes. A waiter greeted them diligently. Facing the envious or respectful gazes from all directions, one of the disciples looked rather smug. He sat down and sighed loudly: “Today’s no good. We spent half the day and only caught two demons, and one of them managed to escape.”

Though he was sighing, his voice was loud, as if he was terrified the people in the teahouse wouldn’t hear of his “exploit.”

A female disciple beside him slammed her sword on the table and frowned. “There are so many people here, lower your voice.”

“What’s there to fear?” the man said dismissively. “Even if there are demons here, we’ll just catch them together. Even if that Demon Princess were here, we’d arrest her all the same!”

The surrounding crowd’s gazes became even more respectful. People gathered in small groups to praise the Lingxiao disciples. The man, named Wu Nao, became even more arrogant. He stood up, puffing out his chest: “Let me tell you, that Demon Princess is nothing special. Master Chenxu only slipped up once. Next time we meet, she’ll definitely be beaten so hard she’ll run home crying for her mother!”

This drew laughter from many. Wu Nao was delighted, chatting away, completely failing to notice the eyes filled with icy killing intent beneath the veiled hat in the corner.

In Guan Luowei’s past and present lives, if there was one taboo, it was her parents. The former because of hatred, the latter because of guilt.

She watched the man coldly, already deciding how he would die.

As Wu Nao was talking, he suddenly felt a chill down his back. Before he could react, he felt a sudden breeze around his lower half. Simultaneously, the surrounding crowd erupted into boisterous laughter.

Wu Nao looked down, and his face turned black and red in an instant. His robes had been sliced open at the thighs for some reason, the fabric falling away to reveal his scrawny lower body for all to see.

“Don’t look! Nobody look!!” Wu Nao panicked, frantically grabbing the fabric from the floor to cover himself, shouting in shame and rage.

The people around him didn’t oblige; some even took out recording stones to film the scene.

Having lost all face and having no idea who did it, Wu Nao could only cover his exposure and flee in a panic.

The remaining four disciples stood up angrily, scanning the teahouse with their divine sense for suspicious characters. Finding nothing, they sat back down, much more subdued.

Guan Luowei watched the man make a fool of himself, her gaze flickering as she looked down at the silver sword lying peacefully by her hand. Just now, she had clearly seen a flash of silver light, followed immediately by the man’s pants falling.

As if sensing Guan Luowei’s gaze, the silver sword trembled twice and affectionately rubbed against her sleeve, as if claiming credit.

Guan Luowei froze slightly, lowering her head to hide the complex emotions in her eyes. Her lips moved as she was about to say something, but then she heard the girl’s triumphant internal monologue:

[Heh, woman. See if this doesn’t win you over.]

Guan Luowei: […] She was a bit touched, but not much.

Not long after, the man who had run out returned. His expression was terrible, but he had restrained himself. After a short rest, the five left the teahouse together.

Guan Luowei settled the bill and followed them into the woods outside the city.

Wu Nao was still grumbling and cursing. The female disciple in the group, unable to stand his language, turned around to tell him to shut up. In that instant, she saw her companion’s head fly into the air, hot blood spraying everywhere, the face still frozen in an expression of terror.

A moment later, Guan Luowei looked at the sole remaining female disciple, who was paralyzed with fear. She casually sealed the girl’s spiritual power and said, “Answer a few questions, and I will let you live.”

The girl was trembling violently. The bloody corpses of her companions served as a stark reminder that the person before her was not someone to be trifled with.

Guan Luowei glanced at her. “What orders did the Lingxiao Immortal Sect give regarding the Demon Race?”

The girl stammered, “They… they had us split into small teams to capture demon disciples out for experience.”

“How do you know their locations?”

“It… it was provided by the Sect. We just go to the designated spots to grab people.”

“Where are they being held in the Lingxiao Sect?”

“I don’t know! I really don’t! After we catch them, they are… they are all handed over to Elder Chenxu. We don’t know anything else.”

Having obtained her answers, Guan Luowei’s gaze grew cold. It was indeed the Lingxiao Sect behind this. But how did they know the exact locations of her demon disciples?

Was it a special secret technique, or did the Demon Realm have a mole?

Author’s Note:

Ling Chenyan: Heh, see if this doesn’t win you over.

Guan Luowei: [Smile.jpg]