Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 75

A moment later, under Wenxin’s gaze which was filled with soaring resentment, Medusa finally spoke: “The Demon-Beast clan has been very busy lately.”

The implication was that it was only natural not to notice Wenxin was missing.

That was such a ridiculous excuse. Wenxin was a Divine Artifact after all; was there no one specifically watching him? Saying they were “very busy”—it was probably because she was so focused on pursuing Hua Niang that she hadn’t given Wenxin a single thought.

Ling Chenyan saw through everything but nodded cooperatively: “That makes sense. However, how is the situation on the Demon-Beast side recently?”

Although the momentum of the Evil Race had weakened significantly under the joint pressure of the three races, they were, after all, a powerful race capable of invading outer realms; Ling Chenyan was still faintly worried.

The image on the communication device shifted again, becoming Hua Niang’s face. Hua Niang looked at her with a smile and said: “There is no need to worry about the Demon-Beast side, however…”

Her tone shifted: “Why is the Wenxin Mirror with you?”

Ling Chenyan held Wenxin up to the communication device: “Ask him yourself.”

Wenxin was still in his original form and had not transformed into a human. Even so, being carried around like a ball by Ling Chenyan made him quite resentful. He immediately retorted to Hua Niang: “I go wherever I want to go. What’s it to you?”

Ling Chenyan: “?” Quite the attitude.

She was about to teach Wenxin a lesson when a pair of cold pupils suddenly appeared on the communication device. Medusa stared at Wenxin and said coldly: “Wenxin, have you forgotten your contract with my Demon-Beast clan?”

Wenxin suddenly stiffened and said unnaturally: “Isn’t the contract about to expire soon? Besides, I’ve done plenty for your clan over these many years…”

Medusa: “Even if only one day remains on the contract, it has not yet expired.”

Wenxin: “…”

Wenxin stopped talking, shrinking his head and playing dumb.

This was the first time in all these days that Ling Chenyan had seen Wenxin suffer a setback. She asked curiously: “What contract? Wenxin, did you sign an indenture?”

“What indenture!?” Wenxin explained: “It’s called a contract! Do you understand what a contract is?!”

Ling Chenyan: “Oh—an indenture.”

Wenxin: “…I told you it’s a contract. It’s just that they provide me with things to restore my strength, and I work for them. It’s a mutual exchange.”

Ling Chenyan caught the key point: “So why does your strength need to be restored?”

This was a question Ling Chenyan had been wondering about for a long time. Logically, Wenxin has lived for at least several thousand years; why would his strength be inferior to Guan Luowei’s? Moreover, he had mentioned before that the strength of the Four Divine Artifacts did not seem to be at its peak.

Wenxin gave a cold laugh and said: “Do you think we’ve been awake for the past ten thousand years? Aside from the times we follow a master after recognizing them, we are asleep the rest of the time. While sleeping, we cannot breathe in spiritual energy yet still need to maintain ourselves; naturally, our strength declines. Only that fellow Xuan Ye is an exception.”

“Xuan Ye?” Ling Chenyan asked curiously: “Is he the spirit of the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book?”

A look of complexity flashed across Wenxin’s face, showing an expression of not wanting to say more: “He is a madman. Stay away from him.”

After saying that, he broke free from Ling Chenyan’s hand and flew out the door.

He left Ling Chenyan staring blankly at the people on the communication device. After a moment, Ling Chenyan cleared her throat and said: “Your Majesty, have you heard of the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book?”

Medusa shook her head: “From the day the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book was separated from its main body, there has been no trace of it. The only time it appeared was during a confrontation with a powerful figure who possessed a Divine Artifact.”

Hua Niang added from the side: “You know of that Divine Artifact as well—it was the spirit of the Deceptive God Zither. That day, the spirit of the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book not only killed that powerful figure but also obliterated the spirit of the Deceptive God Zither. It was because of this incident that the people of the world learned that besides the Wenxin Mirror, the Heaven-Prison Cage, and the Deceptive God Zither, a fourth Divine Artifact existed.”

Ling Chenyan hissed. So the spirit of the Deceptive God Zither was actually erased by the spirit of the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book. No wonder—no wonder Wenxin kept saying that guy was a madman.

Looking at it now, he really was crazy enough.

These were all ancient secrets; it was already difficult for them to know about the entanglement between the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book and the Deceptive God Zither. As for what Xuan Ye was thinking, probably no one knew.

Ling Chenyan continued to exchange a few more words with the two before hanging up the communication device.

Being alone in the palace was quite boring, so Ling Chenyan decided to go out for a walk. Just as she stepped out, she encountered a demon guard who said that the person they brought back from the Lingxiao Immortal Sect had woken up, and the Princess wanted her to go take a look.

Only then did Ling Chenyan remember the person she had brought back from the Lingxiao Immortal Sect: Li Xiu.

Back then, it was Guyue who had begged her to bring him back. Ling Chenyan, thinking he was her little brother, had agreed to his request. After the person was brought back, she arranged for demon guards to take care of him. She didn’t expect this person to sleep for so long.

Guyue came out quickly upon hearing the news; the youth looked haggard and stared at Ling Chenyan silently.

Ling Chenyan gave a wave of her small hand: “Lead the way.”

On the way, seeing Guyue’s distracted manner, she couldn’t help but say: “Little brother, I’m not trying to nag you, but he has already abandoned you once. Do you really want to follow him again?”

Guyue lowered his eyes and did not speak. Ling Chenyan felt pained, thinking her little brother really wouldn’t turn back until he hit a wall.

So she simply stopped talking. When they arrived at the door of Li Xiu’s room, the demon guard stepped back. Ling Chenyan stood at the door and turned to look at Guyue, who was hesitating: “Little brother, go in.”

Guyue slowly raised his eyes: “Aren’t you going?”

Ling Chenyan: “…What would I go in for? Weren’t you the one looking for him?”

Guyue pursed his lips: “I’m nervous.”

“Then do this.” Ling Chenyan’s eyes darted as she said: “Stand at the door, close your eyes and count to three, then we will go in together.”

Guyue’s ears twitched: “Okay.”

Ling Chenyan watched the naive youth truly close his eyes. A pang of guilt for deceiving a naive youth flashed through her heart. Then, she quietly walked behind him and, before he could react, ruthlessly extended her foot.

Watching the door being knocked open, Ling Chenyan covered her eyes but peeked through her fingers. Then, she quickly closed the door, thinking: I can only help you this far. As for what to do next, you’ll have to see for yourself.

Guan Luowei arrived at the room where Zong Xian was located. The smell of blood in the room was very strong. According to the demon guard, Zong Xian’s heart was nearly torn out by Shaoyou, but she eventually survived and is currently in a coma.

Guan Luowei’s impression of Zong Xian only began in this life. Because she was living a second time, she did other things when she was supposed to have contact with Mu Yunze, and thus saved Zong Xian by a twist of fate.

In her previous life, she didn’t have a Chief like Zong Xian by her side; it was likely that Zong Xian had been sacrificed during the Lingxiao Immortal Sect’s capture of demon disciples.

Regarding such a woman who was devoted to her, Guan Luowei couldn’t quite describe her feelings.

She walked to the bedside, lowered her lashes, and looked at the woman on the bed whose face was so pale it was nearly transparent. She turned to the demon doctor on the side: “What is the situation?”

The demon doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead: “Chief Zong’s life is saved, but as for when she will wake up, I don’t know. However, if you stay by her side, perhaps she will wake up sooner.”

Guan Luowei: “What is the latest she could wake up?”

“This… I can only say it depends on when Chief Zong herself is willing to wake up.”

“I understand,” Guan Luowei said. “You may leave. By the way, if there are any medicinal ingredients in the Demon Clan’s storehouse that are beneficial to Chief Zong’s injuries, use them all.”

“Yes.”

The demon doctor exited the room and carefully closed the door.

Guan Luowei walked to the window. Seeing the woman’s dry, peeling lips moving slightly as if she were calling out something, she frowned and listened. She heard her own name.

Zong Xian’s voice was nearly a mumble, calling out again and again: “Highness…”

Guan Luowei stood by the bed with her hands behind her back for a silent moment, then slowly turned and walked out of the room.

“Take good care of Chief Zong.”

Inside the room, the moment before Guan Luowei closed the door, a line of tears suddenly welled up from the tightly closed eyes of the woman on the bed.

After leaving the room, Guan Luowei went straight to find the Old Demon Emperor. The Old Demon Emperor had just finished his busy work. Besides Shaoyou’s funeral arrangements, there were the demon guards who had died within the clan. He settled their families one by one and took the time to check on Zong Xian and Ling Tian. Currently, he was thinking about the matter of the Evil Race. Seeing Guan Luowei enter, he lowered his hands and looked up with a smile: “Weiwei.”

Guan Luowei’s expression relaxed a bit. She walked over to the Old Demon Emperor, poured a cup of tea for him, pushed it toward him, and said: “Grandfather.”

“Ah.” The Old Demon Emperor happily took the cup of tea and said with a smile: “Only at a time like this, when it’s just the two of us, are you willing to call me Grandfather.”

Guan Luowei also curled her lips and said: “Wasn’t this what Grandfather taught me? To be dignified in public.”

The Old Demon Emperor was caught off guard and choked. He took a sip of tea and said: “What’s wrong? Who provoked you?”

Guan Luowei looked up at the Old Demon Emperor.

Old Demon Emperor: “…Me?”

Guan Luowei lowered her lashes: “Grandfather, Chief Zong has clearly woken up. What did you mean by letting me go there?”

“Cough, cough, cough…” The Old Demon Emperor was choked by the tea. After recovering for a good while, he said sheepishly: “You saw through it?”

Guan Luowei tapped the table with her knuckles and did not speak.

“I also pitied that girl.” The Old Demon Emperor’s eyes darted as he said: “She said her only wish was that you could look at her a few more times. It was so pitiful, so I couldn’t help but help her. Anyway, cough, with your personality, you probably wouldn’t actually stay by her side as the demon doctor said.”

“Since Grandfather knows this,” Guan Luowei said, “why did you still let me go?”

“This…” The Old Demon Emperor was at a loss for words. He wanted to say he just wanted to make Zong Xian feel a bit better. But on second thought, he had known all along that Guan Luowei wouldn’t stay by her side; by letting Guan Luowei go, wasn’t he just making the girl feel miserable once more?

“Sigh,” the Old Demon Emperor let out a sigh and said: “I’m getting old and didn’t think it through. But it’s good that you went. It cuts off her last bit of hope. Though it’s a bit cruel, it’s better than a slow grind with a dull knife.”

Guan Luowei picked up the tea cup and did not speak, but her heart had already drifted to another person.

Before long, she stood up to leave. Before leaving, she said: “I will go check on Ling Tian. As for the matter of Shaoyou, I will lead people to carefully investigate one by one whether there are other clansmen within the clan who have swallowed Evil Seeds.”

The Old Demon Emperor stroked his beard. For the past two days, he had been so busy with those affairs that he had forgotten to investigate the clansmen. Sigh, he really is getting old.

The Old Demon Emperor thought to himself, it is also time to abdicate.

Just as he was thinking about abdication, his pupils suddenly dilated slightly. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and then casually evaporated it, shaking his head. The thing that came out of that egg is truly not simple; even receiving a random move from it was a bit strained.

However, the Old Demon Emperor slowly revealed a smile and murmured to himself: “Let those old fogies worry about these things…”

In a certain meeting room, the group of people who had received the news was currently somewhat silent. They looked at each other—those who could be here were all top figures in the cultivation world. Facing the invading Evil Race, they finally formed an alliance and united to discuss how they should respond.

A few days ago, they had the upper hand in the fight against the Evil Race. Gradually, they were no longer afraid and were even somewhat contemptuous, feeling the Evil Race was nothing much. But immediately following that, news came from the Demon Clan’s side, saying that an Evil King was born and had escaped from the Demon Clan.

What kind of concept was escaping from the Demon Clan? The Demon Clan’s power was equal to that of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect. Being able to escape from the Demon Clan proved that this Evil King was indeed powerful.

One of them couldn’t help but look at the representative of the Demon Clan. It was an old man who was usually silent. Aside from exchanging necessary intelligence, he never said anything else.

“Guan Tianci, the Evil King escaped from your Demon Clan. Your Demon Clan must take primary responsibility for this.”

The one speaking was Zhenling Daoren of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect. He was also one of the elders of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect in secluded meditation. But now the Sect Master and elders of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect were either dead or maimed. As the previous Sect Master of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect, he had to step out to preside over the overall situation.

Although a foreign enemy was at the gate, their grievances with the Demon Clan had existed since ancient times. Therefore, at a time like this, he did not forget to mock him.

The old man called Guan Tianci slowly raised his head in the silence and said unhurriedly: “Naturally, my Demon Clan should be responsible. But whether this Evil King will only attack our Demon Clan because of this, we do not know.”

Guan Tianci’s words, on one hand, gave face by saying their Demon Clan would be responsible for dealing with the Evil King, firmly expressing his stance against the Evil Race. On the other hand, it pointed out to these people that for a race like the Evil Race, the purpose of coming to their continent was invasion; how could they only attack the Demon Clan? If they didn’t want to be responsible now, fine; after the Demon Clan was wiped out in the future, they wouldn’t be able to escape either.

Therefore, after Guan Tianci finished speaking, someone spoke up: “Zhenling Daoren’s words are incorrect. Dealing with the Evil Race is our common responsibility. Everyone surely understands the principle that if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. Therefore, in the matter of dealing with the Evil King, we must all do our best.”

Many people nodded in agreement. Zhenling Daoren’s face turned a bit ugly, but he couldn’t easily refute.

While everyone was talking at once, a monk who had been lying on the table lazily let out a yawn, propped up his chin, and opened his eyes.

There was a moment of silence at the table. After a while, an old man frowned and said: “Zen Master Guixu, we are here discussing major affairs, and you actually fell asleep?!”

The lazy and decadent youth opened his eyes and said with a smile: “So have you discussed how to deal with her?”

“Naturally,” the old man said. “The news from the Demon Clan says that this Evil King’s development is not yet complete. We naturally cannot let this opportunity pass and should use this to besiege that Evil King.”

“Oh,” Zen Master Guixu said. “Then do you know where that Evil King is?”

“…”

Zen Master Guixu curled his lips: “You don’t know? Well, that doesn’t matter. Do you know exactly what her strength is?”

“…”

“You don’t know that either.” Zen Master Guixu burst into laughter: “Then what on earth are you discussing here?”

“You!” The old man was so angry he was panting. Under the persuasion of others, he flicked his sleeve and said: “Then you tell us, what method do you have?”

“Me?” Zen Master Guixu slumped on the table and said lazily: “Do you know about the Ancient God-Demon Heaven Sword?”

“What’s the use of knowing? We can’t collect all Four Divine Artifacts.”

“Pffft,” Zen Master Guixu gave a sneer: “Who said we can’t?”

Under everyone’s gaze, Zen Master Guixu propped up his chin, his eyes flashing with light: “Currently, the Heaven-Prison Cage is in my hands. The Deceptive God Zither and the Wenxin Mirror are both in the hands of the Demon Clan. As for the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book, I have also calculated its location.”

After hearing his words, everyone’s first concern was not that the Demon Clan had two Divine Artifacts, but they widened their eyes and said: “What?! You know where the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book is?!”

“Yes.” A weird smile curled Zen Master Guixu’s lips. The smile was very fast, so fast that everyone didn’t see it. Zen Master Guixu said unhurriedly: “Naturally, what we should do now is gather the power of the Human, Demon-Beast, and Demon races to seize the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book. As long as we obtain the Evil-Quelling Heavenly Book, this world can naturally be saved…”

The night was slightly cool, and the starlight outside the window was brilliant.

Ling Chenyan was pressed against the door by Guan Luowei. She was wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck, her breathing hurried. Soon, the woman’s hands hugged her waist with a bit of force, and Ling Chenyan was easily lifted up. She naturally curled her legs to hook around the woman’s waist. Before the woman’s kiss fell again, she said pantingly: “High… Highness, what’s wrong with you?”