Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 70

The Lingxiao Immortal Sect had stood for tens of millions of years since its founding, so its foundation was naturally profound. The Soul Stones, which carried the ultimate techniques of the ancestors, were certainly high-grade items. Crucially, these Soul Stones were simple to use—one only had to infuse a bit of spiritual energy and toss them out, and they would automatically deal with opponents according to the user’s will.

However, logically, they shouldn’t have targeted Wenxin. Ling Chenyan poked her head out from a gap and immediately understood.

Oh, he just got caught in the crossfire.

With so much spiritual energy converging in the air while Wenxin was exchanging blows with Mieji, it was only natural for him to be collateral damage. Ling Chenyan felt a brief surge of guilt, but fortunately, after Wenxin was sent flying, he ended up outside the main battlefield. Now, only the two evil entities, Kujiang and Mieji, remained in the center of the dense barrage.

Before long, the commotion behind them finally subsided. The two emerged from behind the rock and stood before the evil pair.

Kujiang and Mieji looked wretched. Kujiang was slightly better off; his original form didn’t show much of a difference, except for his once-clear eyes which had turned blood-red, showing just how far he had been pushed. Mieji, however, could no longer maintain his human form and had reverted to his original state. If Ling Chenyan wasn’t mistaken, the black mist that made up his body seemed thinner.

Seeing them heavily wounded, Ling Chenyan was satisfied with the results. She whispered to Guan Luowei, “Highness, let’s just finish them off right now.”

Guan Luowei nodded. Wenxin, who had fallen into a pit, also rushed back, his clothes in tatters. He looked ready to unleash a tirade at Ling Chenyan.

“Let’s deal with these two first,” Ling Chenyan said before he could speak.

Wenxin’s face was ashen. He flicked his sleeves, and his gaze toward the two evil beings became even more unkind. It’s all their fault. Why couldn’t they stay in their own home? They had to run to the cultivation world and get him beaten up in the process.

Kujiang and Mieji were indeed wounded. Facing two opponents in near-perfect condition, their chances were slim. However, Kujiang suddenly realized their King was still with that sword spirit. If they fled, what would happen to their King?

At the thought of their King, a flash of resolve crossed their eyes. They looked at each other and, right under the noses of the trio, began to slowly merge their physical forms. Their bodies, already swirling with black mist, looked as if they were being boiled, with black bubbles gurgling out. Simultaneously, the foul stench in the air grew even more intense.

Wenxin cried out as soon as he saw them coming together: “Not good! Stop them quickly—”

Before he could finish his line, Guan Luowei was already in front of the merging entities. Wenxin hurriedly followed. Ling Chenyan watched from the sidelines as the two hammered at the merging evil beings, and the tension in her heart finally eased.

But the relief was short-lived. Ling Chenyan soon noticed something was wrong. Though Guan Luowei and Wenxin were landing hits, and the two evil beings were repeatedly injured, their forms were still gradually overlapping.

By then, Wenxin and Guan Luowei had noticed it too. As the fusion progressed, the creatures’ senses seemed to grow sharper. At first, they had met the attacks head-on, but now they were dodging like slippery eels. Only when they absolutely couldn’t dodge did they counter-attack.

Guan Luowei and Wenxin struck with increasing ruthlessness. Several times, the creatures’ heads were nearly pierced, only to dodge at the last possible second.

Ling Chenyan immediately called out Jinjin. Having rested for a while, the child had regained some strength. Just as Jinjin appeared, the two evil beings suddenly erupted with a powerful aura. Guan Luowei and Wenxin were forced to retreat to avoid the brunt of it.

Then, they saw the creature in mid-air suddenly grow massive. The voices of Kujiang and Mieji rang out in unison, their overlapping tones sounding eerie: “Too late. You are finished.”

At that moment, the fusion was complete. The sky-blotting black mist cast a mountain-sized shadow on the ground. A pair of pupils glowed crimson like giant boulders. The fused entity looked down at them, and a chilling black mist enveloped the earth.

The wind howled. Ling Chenyan looked at the successfully fused entity and wasn’t even surprised. At this point, she’d find it weird if things didn’t take an unexpected turn.

Despite her inner monologue, she watched Guan Luowei standing before her, her robes whipping in the wind. Ling Chenyan sent a mental message: “Highness, Jinjin is ready. They don’t know what he can do. I’ll have him freeze it for an instant when they aren’t looking. You and Wenxin must take the chance to strike its head.”

Guan Luowei nodded without turning around. Ling Chenyan gave the same instructions to Wenxin.

Wenxin replied quickly: “The kid is already spent? Truly not as strong as me.”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

Just as both sides were poised to strike, a beam of light suddenly rose from the east. The light drew everyone’s attention instantly, piercing straight through the sky. Under that light, even the evil energy of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect thinned out. The dark, heavy sky finally shed its long-held gloom as light began to filter down from above.

Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. Light was coming in? That meant the barrier trapping them was broken!

She reacted immediately, shouting to the two: “The barrier is broken! Don’t fight, run!” With that, she vanished into her silver sword form.

Guan Luowei and Wenxin reacted instantly. Now that the Demon Pearl was in hand, they could leave this mess to the Lingxiao Immortal Sect to handle. After all, quite a few ancestors in Wenxian Peak had been disturbed by their fight—they should be enough to deal with it.

Before they could take a step, an earth-shattering laugh rang out from the east. Simultaneously, Zhen Xuzi’s sinister, venomous voice reached their ears.

“Hahahahaha! Ancestor! Sob, sob… My Lingxiao Immortal Sect has been bullied to this extent by the Demon Race! I implore the Ancestor to kill them and avenge our innocent disciples!!”

Zhen Xuzi was half-laughing and half-crying, looking completely deranged, but the hatred in his words was palpable.

When did the demons ever ‘bully’ your sect? Ling Chenyan thought with disdain. Didn’t your sect start it? And now you’re calling your Ancestor just because you can’t win?

Guan Luowei and the others weren’t about to wait around for death. She grabbed the silver sword, ready to flee.

At that exact moment, the beam of light faded, and a profound silence fell over the world. The rustling of leaves stopped instantly; every sound and movement was frozen in place. In the total silence, Ling Chenyan discovered to her horror that none of them could move.

Zhen Xuzi, still wearing his deranged expression; the two terrifying evil beings; Guan Luowei, Wenxin, and herself—all were frozen where they stood. Time and space seemed to have stopped.

As the glow receded, a figure appeared above the Lingxiao Immortal Sect. She was a woman one wouldn’t dare look at twice. Bathed in golden light, her long hair flowed behind her. She possessed an air of divinity and holiness. She slowly lowered her gaze to the frantic Zhen Xuzi.

The binding seemed to loosen, and they were able to move again, yet not a single person dared to budge.

The woman clearly had no cultivation level, yet instinctively, everyone felt she could crush them all with a single finger. Her eyes didn’t seem to hold the world; her presence was completely at odds with the surroundings, yet perfectly in tune. She felt like an independent entity separate from the world, yet intrinsically tied to it.

Zhen Xuzi stared at her, trembling and manic. “Ancestor! Please have mercy! Help my Lingxiao Immortal Sect! The sect you founded is being destroyed by the demons!”

He wailed on, but the woman only gave him a single glance before scanning the others. She truly looked as if she held nothing in her eyes; she didn’t even pause for more than a second on the two evil beings. However, when her gaze touched Ling Chenyan, she paused for an instant.

It was only an instant, but Ling Chenyan felt as if her breath would stop. It wasn’t pressure from her aura; it was an instinctive feeling that this person was incredibly dangerous.

The woman’s gaze finally landed on Guan Luowei. She slowly opened her mouth and spoke two words: “Demon Race?”

Her voice was ethereal, androgynous, and filled with divinity, making one want to submit.

Guan Luowei remained expressionless but clenched her hands, positioning herself to protect Ling Chenyan at any moment.

From the moment the woman appeared, Wenxin looked as if he had lost his soul. He stared at her, his face a mix of shock, tension, and joy… a tangle of complex emotions that left him speechless.

As for the fused evil beings, hearing Zhen Xuzi’s words, they confirmed he was a puppet of Daiwei—the evil entity that died earlier. Although they looked down on the old man, they understood his words: the terrifying woman was his Ancestor, which meant she was on their side.

Mieji wanted to watch the show, but Kujiang felt a deep sense of unease.

After speaking those words, the woman casually reached out her hand. Guan Luowei assumed she was about to strike her and prepared to counter. But a silver light flashed, and she saw the woman holding a silver sword, lazily swinging it toward the evil beings.

Kujiang’s fears were realized. He wanted to flee desperately—he even tried to risk his life to separate from Mieji and run—but before this woman, everything was futile. He couldn’t move. He could only watch as that casual strike pierced his mind, pinning his Evil Seed to the ground.

The woman moved too fast; none of them had even seen what happened.

Zhen Xuzi stared at the fallen evil beings and the unharmed Guan Luowei. He let out a heart-wrenching roar: “No! Ancestor! I wanted you to kill the demons—”

Before he could finish, the woman struck again.

A white light flashed. Zhen Xuzi stared at the Ancestor in the sky with shock as he slowly fell over. How? Why did the Ancestor strike him?!

Until the moment he died, Zhen Xuzi couldn’t understand. He only thought of calling the Ancestor when the sect was in trouble, forgetting that the Founder of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect had earned her eternal fame by slaying the Evil Race to save the world. Or perhaps he hadn’t forgotten; it was just that the Evil Seed had eroded his mind to the point where he could only handle basic logic.

In the blink of an eye, not only had the fused demon been sliced like a vegetable, but the current Sect Master who summoned the Ancestor had also been cut down by her. The reclusive elders of the sect finally couldn’t hold back and stepped out one by one.

Most were elderly men. Facing this young woman, they dropped to their knees with a thud.

“Greetings, Ancestor! Are you still alive?!”

“Ancestor, there are still demons in our sect!”

“Ancestor, why did you kill Zhen Xuzi?”

“Ancestor, have you ascended? This disciple humbly begs for guidance…”

The white-bearded old men were kneeling in a heap of tears, looking as if they might faint from excitement. How could they not be? This was the Savior of the era from tens of millions of years ago! Their own Ancestor!

However, the woman showed zero interest in acknowledging them. She looked at the silver sword floating before her and said: “Are you willing to come with me?”

As the words fell, a sudden crack of thunder echoed in the sky, as if in warning or displeasure. Ling Chenyan jumped and retreated a few steps, shaking her head like a rattle. “No, no, definitely not.”

Wenxin’s voice, trembling with excitement, rose from behind: “Ling Chenyan! You… you… quickly agree to her!”

Ling Chenyan turned and saw Wenxin dancing with excitement, while Guan Luowei was staring at her intently. She shot Guan Luowei a reassuring look, then turned back to Wenxin. “If you want to go, you go. I’m staying.”

“You… you…” Wenxin was so angry he was at a loss for words. “Do you even know who she—ARGH!”

Just as the words left his mouth, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, leaving him smoking and letting out a scream. It seemed like a warning not to reveal the secrets of heaven.

Ling Chenyan looked back at the woman’s face. She should have been incredibly beautiful—the kind of face one would remember forever—but in reality, not only could she not remember it, but the more she looked, the more “ordinary” the face became.

As simple-minded as she was, she knew the woman was no ordinary person. Instinctively, she asked the system: [Sys, who is this woman?]

There was no sound. The System had been silent since the woman appeared, as if it had suddenly left the world to report to its superiors.

Ling Chenyan had no choice but to face the woman. The two stared at each other with the most direct, emotionless gazes.

Below, Guan Luowei clenched her palms. Since her rebirth, she had prided herself on being strong enough to protect Ling Chenyan and had become less focused on cultivation than before. But with this woman’s appearance, she realized her own weakness. It was a suppression that transcended levels.

The woman wanted to take Ling Chenyan away. Ling Chenyan was unwilling, but what if she was forced? Guan Luowei’s eyes became increasingly calm—like a pool of stagnant water. No one would know the storm raging beneath until the final moment.

Thunder rumbled continuously, and thick, silver-purple lightning burst across the sky. Despite the clear day, the lightning was more violent than on a stormy night. Ling Chenyan, having been electrocuted by the system before, feared this kind of thunder the most. Every time it cracked, her body flinched. Thinking the woman hadn’t heard her over the noise, she spoke again: “Senior, my Master is still waiting for me, so I cannot go with you.”

Finally, the woman’s eyelids blinked slowly. She glanced at the clawing lightning in the sky. Then, visibly, the lightning retreated like a tide, leaving only a single, thin, pathetic branch of light that flickered dejectedly before vanishing.

The woman didn’t reply. After watching the lightning disappear, she gave Ling Chenyan one last look and slowly vanished, without saying a single word.

Ling Chenyan wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had really been afraid the woman would just snatch the sword. Looking at the fading silhouette, she transformed back into her human form, clenched her fists, and bowed. “Thank you, Senior!”

Whether for her act of saving the world millions of years ago or for not using her power to bully her today, she deserved her respect.

Once the woman was gone, Ling Chenyan’s wrist was suddenly grabbed by a firm hand. She turned to look straight into Guan Luowei’s eyes. The woman was holding her with great strength, as if afraid she would vanish or be stolen.

Ling Chenyan understood her worry. She struggled slightly to hold her hand back, but seeing how tightly Guan Luowei was gripping her, she simply shook her head and used her other hand to clasp Guan Luowei’s palm.

“Highness, I’m here.” She glanced at the shocked Wenxin and the group of unfriendly-looking old men and whispered, “Highness, this isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go back first.”

Guan Luowei’s grip finally loosened. Wenxin rushed over, looking ready to give her a lecture on her “wasted opportunity,” but Ling Chenyan cut him off: “One… two…”

Before she reached three, the two of them had vanished in a flash.

Wenxin: “…”

The news of the Princess returning with the Demon Pearl spread like wildfire. The entire Demon Realm stood at the capital gates in wait. At the front were the Old Demon Emperor and the clan elders, followed by the younger generation led by Tong Di, Zong Xian, Ling Tian, and Shaoyou, all peeking out eagerly.

Tong Di was beaming. “I knew the Princess could do it!”

Ling Tian flicked his hair out of his eyes. “Obviously. But it’s good she’s safe. If she didn’t come back soon, we’d have hundreds of demons sent to the doctors every day.”

Shaoyou smiled and shook his head. “Her Highness truly never disappoints.”

Zong Xian smiled, but there was a trace of pain in it. She wondered how many more wounds the Princess would have this time.

Regardless, the clan was ecstatic. When the small dots in the distance approached and finally stood before them, the Demon Realm erupted. They cheered for their “Highness,” faces filled with joy.

The Old Emperor looked at Guan Luowei, gently patted her shoulder, and said repeatedly, “Good, good, good. Go wash up; we’ve prepared a homecoming banquet for you.”

Guan Luowei nodded, her hand still tightly holding Ling Chenyan’s. Ling Chenyan blinked and said, “Highness, you go first.”

Guan Luowei lowered her gaze and finally let go, but not before giving her hand one last firm squeeze. Ling Chenyan knew what she was thinking, but it wasn’t the time to talk. Guan Luowei was always dignified and calm in public; holding her hand like this was already out of character.

We’ll talk tonight.

The Old Emperor had intended to keep Ling Chenyan behind for a quick report, but seeing how tightly Guan Luowei had held her, he paused. “Fine, Yinye, you go along as well.”

Ling Chenyan agreed happily. As the two left after handing the Pearl to the Emperor, the clan went wild. Many people were exchanging knowing looks about their joined hands.

“Did you see that?”

“I saw it.”

“The iron tree has blossomed.”

“Hehehehe.”

The four Chiefs had different reactions. Tong Di’s eyes sparkled as he teased, “Oh ho! Look at Her Highness—it’s different once someone finally understands love!”

Ling Tian remained wild, his voice loud enough for the whole clan to hear: “NOOO—my Highness! Sob sob…”

Shaoyou rubbed his forehead and looked away, pretending not to see Ling Tian’s foolishness.

Zong Xian looked down with a self-mocking smile, watching their silhouettes vanish as her nails dug into her palm.

Because it was a clan banquet and so many people were waiting, the two didn’t delay. They washed up quickly and attended together.

The moonlight was like frost, and the Demon Realm was brightly lit and bustling. The Old Emperor raised a glass, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling. “With a Princess as outstanding as Weiwei, the revival of our clan is within sight!”

The younger demons cheered wildly. The Old Emperor let them enjoy themselves before continuing: “I intend to pass the throne to the Princess in two years. At that time, the entire Demon Realm must participate.”

He spoke with a natural authority, and a brief silence fell. But soon, someone spoke up: “Her Highness is young and capable; we naturally support her.” There was no opposition; Guan Luowei’s efforts for the clan were plain to see.

Amidst the celebration, someone suddenly spoke up: “But the ‘Young Madam’ hasn’t been settled yet!”

The hall went silent again. Then, in an instant, nearly every eye landed on Ling Chenyan. The bright, expectant gazes made her almost spit out her wine. Guan Luowei gently patted her back to help her catch her breath.

Ling Chenyan waved off Guan Luowei’s attempt to wipe her mouth, feeling the heat in her face. Guan Luowei’s expression dimmed slightly, but she didn’t persist.

Though Ling Chenyan refused, everyone there was sharp. Guan Luowei’s actions didn’t escape their notice, and teasing looks were exchanged. Ling Chenyan kept her head down, eating her food and pretending not to see the intense stares.

The Old Emperor saw their interactions and tsked in his heart. If Weiwei remains this passive, what if someone steals this girl away?

He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “It’s no matter. At that time, we will hold a Martial Arts Recruitment Contest. The top ten will all be inducted as the Princess’s consorts.”

Ling Chenyan couldn’t help it—she choked on her wine again. As she coughed, she looked up at the Old Emperor’s smiling, fox-like face and ground her teeth.

Tonight, I’m going to find every last one of his hidden wine stashes and tell Guan Luowei!