Transmigrated as the Villain’s Sword - Chapter 8

In the dense thickets of the forest, Zong Xian clutched her bleeding wound, scanning her surroundings warily. She was a demon disciple out for experience, but she had been ambushed and only managed to escape under the cover of her companions.

Now heavily injured, she needed to find a place to recover before she could return to report the matter to the clan.

Zong Xian squinted and exhaled slowly. Suddenly, she snapped her head toward a certain direction. Within moments, a thick wave of demonic energy rushed toward her. Zong Xian turned back, almost unable to believe her eyes.

The woman standing behind her was dressed in white. As she turned slightly, a cold, glinting sword could be seen behind her left back. In her right hand, she dangled a woman wearing the robes of a Lingxiao Sect disciple. Upon seeing Zong Xian, she casually tossed the captive onto the ground and threw a bottle of healing medicine to her.

“Your Highness!” Zong Xian caught the medicine clumsily, her eyes instantly welling with tears. “Why are you here?”

Guan Luowei’s expression was indifferent. “Heal your wounds first.”

Zong Xian nodded frantically, immediately swallowed the medicine, and sat down to meditate. Guan Luowei took this opportunity to walk over to the female disciple.

Ling Chenyan took the chance to break free from Guan Luowei’s grip and stood beside her. One person and one sword stood together before the captive.

The female disciple’s eyes widened. She cringed backward, trembling as she looked at Guan Luowei. “You… you said you would let me live.”

Guan Luowei lowered her lashes slightly. “Naturally.”

The woman was overjoyed, but before a smile could even form, she was knocked unconscious from behind.

Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened, staring in shock at the perfectly composed Guan Luowei. Wait, why are this woman’s movements so practiced?

Guan Luowei turned her head to look at the stunned sword. Her gaze flickered as she said, “Yinye, what are you dazing for?”

Ling Chenyan: “?” What am I supposed to be doing?

Seeing Guan Luowei’s deep gaze, Ling Chenyan tentatively wobbled around the female disciple’s neck. Guan Luowei arched an eyebrow but didn’t respond.

The entire sword was confused. Ling Chenyan circled Guan Luowei twice, as if to say: You tell me, what should I do?

Guan Luowei suddenly turned her palm upward, her gaze fixed on Ling Chenyan. After a thought, Ling Chenyan rested her hilt on Guan Luowei’s hand. Guan Luowei indeed showed a satisfied expression, her right hand expertly infusing the blade with demonic energy.

Ling Chenyan enjoyed the sensation while sighing to the System: [Sigh, honestly. It was just a small scratch, yet this woman has to soak me every other interval. It’s quite helpless, really.]

System: […] I suspect you’re flaunting the Witch’s favoritism, but I have no evidence.

The System snorted. [Oh right, a ‘small scratch.’ You almost had your soul extinguished.]

The System only found out after it returned and Ling Chenyan accidentally let it slip. Back then, she could have finished the mission, but because she couldn’t bear to see the beauty get hurt, she heroically blocked most of the attack, nearly ending up with her soul and form destroyed.

Truthfully, in its “System life,” it had never seen anyone go to such lengths. It had long since despaired of this world of “face-cons” (people obsessed with beauty).

Ling Chenyan chuckled. [Can’t help it. The first time I saw Guan Luowei, I felt she looked very familiar. I guess it’s love at first sight. But look, Sys, I didn’t die even from that level of injury. Doesn’t that mean I’m the protagonist?]

System: [I suggest you stop daydreaming. It’s not good for your brain.]

Ling Chenyan: […]

In the dense forest, the low growls of beasts echoed occasionally.

Seeing that Zong Xian had mostly recovered, Guan Luowei handed the unconscious disciple over to her. “I have contacted the clan to pick you up. Wait here. Once you return, keep a close watch on this disciple and have His Majesty open the one-way Demon Realm teleportation array.”

Zong Xian memorized every word. As Guan Luowei was about to leave, she called out to her hesitantly.

Guan Luowei turned her head, and the sword beside her humanly turned around as well.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Zong Xian felt like the sword was also looking at her. She blushed—a rare occurrence—and looked at Guan Luowei. “Your Highness, can I… give you a hug?”

After saying this, the girl lowered her head anxiously, her face flushing red.

Ling Chenyan: […] I get it. Someone’s here to steal my wife.

Guan Luowei froze for a moment upon hearing the request. “Why?”

Why hug her?

Ling Chenyan looked up and saw that Guan Luowei was genuinely confused, as if she truly didn’t understand why this demon disciple wanted to hug her.

The girl hesitated for a long time before saying with a red face, “Because I like you, Your Highness.”

Guan Luowei frowned and spoke without hesitation: “I don’t like you.”

Ling Chenyan was profoundly shocked. Someone can actually speak so mercilessly? She looked at the girl with pity.

Zong Xian clearly didn’t expect to be rejected so quickly. Her lower lip trembled, and her eyes grew red as if she were about to cry. “I understand, Your Highness,” she whispered dejectedly.

Look, how pitiful. Ling Chenyan looked away, unable to watch, and cast a condemning glance at Guan Luowei. Then, she heard Guan Luowei give a flat “Oh” and turn to leave.

Ling Chenyan: […She’s just leaving?]

The System jumped out. [The hearts of female supporting characters usually belong to the male lead. Don’t look at how much she hates him now; that’s just love turned to hate. You don’t have a chance, so don’t be delusional, or you’ll end up like that demon girl.]

Ling Chenyan: […] If I hadn’t seen Guan Luowei attack the male lead without mercy earlier, I might have believed you.

However, Ling Chenyan thought with some concern, this is a book world after all. If the author’s settings haven’t changed, what the System says isn’t impossible.

Guan Luowei didn’t notice Ling Chenyan’s worried gaze. After handing the captive to Zong Xian, she left with the sword. Since her cultivation was at the Great Convergence stage, few beasts in the forest dared to disturb them, making the return trip peaceful.

However, just as they were about to exit the forest, they encountered a group of Lingxiao Sect disciples, evidently there to hunt demon disciples. Guan Luowei showed no mercy, knocking them unconscious and sealing their spiritual meridians before sending a transmission to Zong Xian to come collect them.

Zong Xian arrived shortly. She looked at the fallen disciples, silently tied them up, and carried them back like a string of pork.

Suddenly, Guan Luowei’s eyes sharpened. She launched an attack toward a spot in the trees.

After a rustle of leaves, Ling Chenyan saw a wobbling monk holding a wine flask fall in front of them.

He wore the robes of the Buddhist Sect but held wine in his hand. His gaze was hazy as he leaned against a tree bonelessly. He said to Guan Luowei: “So it is the Princess of the Demon Race. This poor monk is being impolite.”

He said he was being impolite, yet showed no sign of apology, even tilting his head to take a large swig of wine.

He was thin, disheveled, with blue stubble on his chin and misty eyes—like a landscape painting that had lost its color.

[Doesn’t look like a proper monk,] Ling Chenyan commented silently in her heart.

Guan Luowei’s ears twitched. She looked at the monk with complex eyes, but ultimately didn’t attack. She merely glanced at him and turned to leave.

The matter should have ended there, but the monk suddenly let out a “Huh?” and reached out to stop her.

Guan Luowei frowned, suppressing her impatience. “Is there something else?”

The monk turned his gaze toward Ling Chenyan and began to calculate with his fingers. After a moment, he gave Ling Chenyan a deep look and said to Guan Luowei, “Benefactor Guan, this sword of yours is quite special.”

Monks usually do not lie. Although this man was an exception, his words made Guan Luowei pay attention.

She narrowed her eyes. “What is so special about it?”

The monk pondered. “Benefactor should know that there is a soul residing within this sword.”

He was very direct, using the word “residing.” Guan Luowei’s expression shifted. “Yes. A sword soul that awakened recently.”

“Sword soul?” The monk muttered the words, his face revealing an unfathomable expression. “Amitabha. So that’s how it is. Everything is predestined.”

As Guan Luowei pondered, the monk continued: “To meet is fate. Our meeting today is also a destiny ordained by the unseen. Since that’s the case, this poor monk shall give Benefactor a hand.”

Ling Chenyan met the monk’s gaze and immediately felt something was wrong. In a daze, a golden light erupted from the monk. A powerful suction force followed, and Ling Chenyan felt her soul being pulled uncontrollably out of the sword.

Damn, is this monk going to expose my identity as a transmigrator and drag my soul out to be executed?!

In that split second, as Ling Chenyan felt herself about to float toward the monk, she grabbed onto Guan Luowei’s leg and called the System: [Sys, did this monk really see something?!]

The System was also muttering: [He shouldn’t have. It’s impossible for him to calculate anything related to you. He shouldn’t be able to sense anything at all.]

[Then how the hell does he know I’m a residing soul?!] Ling Chenyan screamed, clinging desperately to Guan Luowei’s leg.

The System was anxious. Finally, it slapped its head: [I almost forgot! He can see you’re a soul because he possesses one of the Four Great Artifacts—the Heaven-Prison Cage…]

Ling Chenyan didn’t care about artifacts anymore. She felt that if this continued, she would truly be sucked out of the sword. During her struggle, the monk suddenly stopped and clicked his tongue. “Benefactor Guan, this sword of yours is extremely peculiar.”

Guan Luowei looked at the sword clinging to her leg, her lip twitching. She called out “Yinye,” and Ling Chenyan obediently flew back to her hand.

The monk’s eyes shook slightly. He couldn’t summon the sword even with the Heaven-Prison Cage, yet Guan Luowei could do it with a single call?

However, he quickly masked his surprise. “While I cannot make her take physical form, I can do something else.”

The monk’s hand glowed with golden light again. This time, Ling Chenyan didn’t feel like she was being sucked out. Instead, she felt warm, like winter sunlight hitting ice, gradually undoing an nameless restriction on her body.

After a moment, the monk withdrew his hand. “Amitabha. This is all this poor monk can do.”

Guan Luowei looked down at the sword. The blade still glinted coldly; there seemed to be no change. Just as she was wondering, a questioning voice reached her first:

[I don’t feel any different. This baldy isn’t a scammer, is he? He doesn’t look very ‘proper’ after all.]

The moment the thought finished, she felt two intense, unignorable gazes land on her. Ling Chenyan looked up and met the monk’s calm eyes.

The monk gave a kind smile: “Amitabha. I’m not proper?”

“Exactly… HOLY CRAP!” Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. “You—you—you can hear me?!”

The monk arched an eyebrow noncommittally.

He can hear me? Then Guan Luowei… Ling Chenyan turned her head. Sure enough, Guan Luowei was looking at her with an indescribable expression, with about thirty percent of it being pure disdain.

Ling Chenyan: […]

Seeing this, the monk threw his head back and laughed loudly. “No need for thanks. Just a passing act of fate. Though it seems quite interesting now.”

His gaze lingered between the two of them. While saying “interesting,” he muttered “Amitabha,” bowed slightly, and walked away.

The surroundings fell into a terrifying silence. The wind rustled the leaves. A sliver of sunlight fell through the trees onto Guan Luowei’s long lashes. She slowly looked up, her fan-like lashes opening to reveal eyes as clear as glass.

She stared at Ling Chenyan and called: “Yinye.”

“Huh?” Ling Chenyan hadn’t recovered from the shock of her words being heard. She instinctively replied: “I’m here, Master.”

I’m here, Master.

For a moment, a voice echoed in Guan Luowei’s ear—a voice that was stern and stiff, always answering questions in a rote manner, far less lively than this girl. Yet somehow, the two voices gradually overlapped, making her daze for a moment.

Only after the words escaped her mouth did Ling Chenyan realize what she had said.

She closed her eyes in exhaustion, screaming in her heart: [Why did I blurt out ‘Master’!! This is too embarrassing!]

The girl’s internal voice snapped Guan Luowei out of her memories. She looked at the sword suspended before her—stiff and unreadable—and thought of the girl’s internal roar. It was simply too funny.

Guan Luowei couldn’t help but let out a “pfft” laugh. She shook her head, reached out to stroke the silver sword, and said, “Let’s go.”

Ling Chenyan was mortified. she didn’t know what Guan Luowei was laughing at, but she felt she was definitely the target. She followed Guan Luowei’s steps dejectedly, telling the System: [I will never fall in love with another woman who laughs at me!]

Author’s Note:

Later—

Ling Chenyan: Oh man, this is great.