After Transmigrating, I and the Female Lead Both Found It 'Really Fragrant' (GL) - Chapter 19

Seeing Shen Qiqi standing still, some people in the crowd grumbled, “Why isn’t she doing anything?”

“Hurry up! Is she scared?”

Liu Shuang looked up at her, her dark eyes shimmering beneath her long lashes with a hidden intimacy.

“Go,” she said softly, releasing Shen Qiqi’s hand.

Shen Qiqi felt as if she could sense an unspoken trust in Liu Shuang’s eyes, and a warm current surged through her heart.

Senior Sister believed she could win, so she had to win.

Shen Qiqi nodded, tightening the headband behind her hair, and calmly walked away from her seat.

Under everyone’s gaze, her entrance was a huge disappointment.

While other cultivators would leap into the air and gracefully soar onto the stage, Shen Qiqi simply walked step by step, a display of pure simplicity and boredom.

A wave of sarcastic boos immediately rang out.

“Oh, so Miss Shen is just like that!”

“Junior sister, come on, don’t embarrass yourself!”

“Hahaha, can you even do it?!”

Ignoring the noise, Shen Qiqi jumped onto the stage and faced her opponent, Xiao Wen.

On the red circular arena, Xiao Wen had been waiting for a long time.

Xiao Wen was thin as a rail, and his white school uniform couldn’t cover up his bony frame. His lips were bright red and his skin was pale, making him look like a vampire crawling out of a coffin. At first glance, he gave people a creepy feeling.

He spread his hands and grinned sinisterly, “Miss Shen, please.”

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath and clenched her fist, “You go first.”

She had actually come prepared.

To avoid losing too badly, she had thought of many ways beforehand.

And this is where the advantage of being the author of the book came in.

Recalling the plot, Shen Qiqi vaguely remembered who her original counterpart’s opponent was. So before the competition began, she had carefully investigated Xiao Wen.

If she remembered correctly, Shen Qiqi had lost in the original book.

This inner sect disciple named Xiao Wen was actually a dark horse in the competition. Not only did he defeat Miss Shen, but he also shined throughout the entire competition, gaining fame and eventually becoming the second place.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful he was, he had now encountered the person he should never have met – the author of this book!

Xiao Wen’s fighting style was different from other competitors. He was skilled in spiritual communication and would pray to the gods and spirits of the universe to obey him.

His weapon was a banner, its cloth as black as night. A crimson face, both divine and demonic, was embroidered in red thread on the banner, one eye open and the other closed, quite terrifying. The banner staff was adorned with sleek black crow feathers, and a few strings of bronze bells hung from the corners, tinkling crisply in the breeze.

Liu Shuang narrowed her eyes slightly: “A Soul-Summoning Banner…”

As the name suggested, the Soul-Summoning Banner controlled souls and summoned ghosts, a rather extraordinary technique.

Shen Qiqi glanced at him and slowly drew her natal sword from its scabbard at her side.

Typically, a natal sword reflected its owner’s state. This sword was about two fingers wide, long and green, like the leaves of a bamboo, clean and elegant, quite beautiful.

When writing, she had intentionally pondered this. Although bamboo was elegant and refined, the heart of the bamboo was hollow, reflecting the original owner’s worthless character.

It was just that Shen Qiqi, in a moment of carelessness, had given the sword a very embarrassing name – “B1tch.”

If she had known better, she wouldn’t have chosen such a name…

Xiao Wen narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly: “Then I won’t be polite.”

Before he finished speaking, he slammed the banner onto the ground. The bronze bells collided, making a tinkling sound like scattered beads.

Suddenly, the clear sky darkened, and dark clouds gathered, enveloping the square.

The wind howled, and mournful cries echoed, like the wailing of ghosts.

Suddenly, the banner rolled with the hot wind, rushing towards her!

Shen Qiqi’s pupils constricted, and she barely managed to bend down to avoid it. She let out a chuckle and swung her sword at his lower body.

The crowd below was in an uproar, with boos and cheers.

Xiao Wen, probably having never seen such a despicable move, frowned and spun to dodge. He violently shook the bells on the black banner, and it was like a sudden downpour.

Shen Qiqi floated forward, her sword whirling, repeatedly striking at Xiao Wen’s vulnerable points. Her posture was so vicious that many of the men present felt a pang of pain.

Liu Shuang shook her head and a helpless smile appeared on her face: “So cunning.”

“You!” Xiao Wen blocked with the banner staff each time, his face flushed with anger. “Dare you not use proper methods?!”

But Shen Qiqi snorted, “Winning is what matters, who cares about that?” She turned around and cast a fire summoning technique, nearly burning Xiao Wen’s hair.

Xiao Wen gritted his teeth and dodged backward, and in an instant, several gusts of black wind burst from behind the black banner and roared towards Shen Qiqi.

Shen Qiqi dodged them all nimbly, her movements graceful, earning countless cheers.

She stiffened, and suddenly stumbled back a step, covering her head with her hand.

The bronze bells rang densely like rain, ghostly and ethereal, as if trying to drag people into a chaotic abyss.

Hearing the bell, Shen Qiqi’s mind went blank, and all she could hear was the tinkling sound. The scene before her flickered and blurred, showing countless overlapping images.

Seeing her eyes glazed over, Xiao Wen grinned sinisterly.

Damn it… so there was a mental attack!

The banner swayed in the wind, and a dark spirit, as swift as lightning, swept towards her chest. Just as it was about to strike, the crowd gasped.

Liu Shuang’s eyes narrowed, and a wisp of black energy was about to leap from her finger.

Just then, Shen Qiqi suddenly raised the corner of her mouth, stepped sideways, and dodged backward.

“No… it’s impossible! You didn’t hear the bell…” Xiao Wen stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Shen Qiqi stuffed a piece of cloth into her ear and smiled triumphantly, looking full of spirit. “Idiot, I was just tricking you!” Her white headband fluttered in the air, whipped by the black wind, gently brushing against her jade-like face.

As she spoke, her sword hummed, its light flashing like a rainbow, as it flew through the air, shaking the black banner several inches and causing it to fly from Xiao Wen’s hand.

Xiao Wen’s face turned ashen, he took a few steps back, and angrily said, “You cheated!”

Shen Qiqi snorted, “How can that be considered cheating? That’s called being prepared!”

Xiao Wen gritted his teeth, leaped forward, and tried to pick up the soul-summoning banner from the ground. Shen Qiqi followed closely, blocking his every move, parrying his attacks with ease.

A strange look flashed in Liu Shuang’s eyes as she clenched her fingers, leaving shallow marks in her palm.

She thought to herself: Without me, my junior sister seems to be doing quite well.

This was naturally a good thing, but it made her feel a strange sense of unease and regret, as if she had become completely useless…

In an instant, Xiao Wen jumped back several steps, but with empty hands, he was no match for Shen Qiqi who wielded the natal sword. Finally, unable to dodge, he was defeated.

“…I lost.” He lowered his eyes, his gaze gloomy, as if he wanted to grind his teeth.

Shen Qiqi panted, suddenly relaxing, immersed in the joy of victory.

Amidst the cheers, she couldn’t help but jump up and wave to Liu Shuang in the audience, shouting, “Senior sister, Senior sister! I won!”

Liu Shuang retracted the black mist in her hand and nodded at her from a distance, her smile as warm as the spring breeze.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Wen suddenly grasped the soul-summoning banner in his hand and, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, manipulated the soul to surge from all directions, brushing past her delicate neck and leaving several tiny bl00d marks.

Shen Qiqi’s face changed, and she floated backward, her natal sword sweeping away the surrounding souls. However, one of the souls was heading straight for her heavenly spirit!

Shen Qiqi thought, “Oh no!” There was nowhere to hide, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

The surrounding crowd gasped in shock.

No one expected him to attack at this moment!

Suddenly, Shen Qiqi felt a warmth around her, and she felt the soul rushing towards her, blowing her bangs, but suddenly dissipating into nothingness.

Shen Qiqi opened her eyes in astonishment, only to find herself completely enveloped in a thick black mist, like an airtight barrier, protecting her safely behind.

She opened her mouth, her mind blank, “This is…”

The surging black mist was like a flowing body of water. It slowly extended a giant hand-like shape, vaguely, holding the soul in the palm of its hand.

The soul appeared incredibly weak in its palm, trembling and screaming as if terrified to the extreme, but it was ruthlessly torn to pieces by the black mist.

Xiao Wen’s face was twisted, and he was as stunned as Shen Qiqi.

Then, the black mist shot behind Shen Qiqi, and the giant hand that had just killed the ghost suddenly became gentle and tender, gently stroking her head before dissipating into the wind.

Senior sister: Don’t be afraid, let me pat your head.