Transmigrated As The Villain's Sword (GL) - Chapter 1
When Ling Chenyan regained consciousness, she was in a very mystical state. She could hear the sounds of the outside world, but couldn’t make a sound herself, floating uncertainly between chaos and clarity.
The surroundings were noisy and chaotic. She heard the sound of weapons rubbing against leather, and vaguely heard someone whispering, until a thunderous roar jolted Ling Chenyan awake from her chaotic state.
She saw an old man in tattered robes, covered in bl00d, his face twisted with anger, shouting towards her direction, “Witch! Return my disciple!”
Ling Chenyan was stunned. Witch? Her? Did this old man tune into the wrong channel?
But she quickly realized that the old man wasn’t shouting at her. Because, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold, slightly mocking female voice came from behind her: “Venerable Chenxu, if you’re looking for your disciple, why don’t you go to your Lingxiao Immortal Sect instead of our Demon Clan? What does this mean?”
Wait a minute!
Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. What Demon Clan? Instinctively, she turned to look in the direction of the voice, and was immediately stunned.
It was because the woman before her was breathtakingly beautiful. Her snow-white skin was flawless, and her phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, outlining a cold, unapproachable arc. Yet, the red beauty mark beneath her eyes added a touch of bewitching charm.
She stood there casually, like a heavy snowfall on a lofty peak, radiating a chilling aura that penetrated the heart.
No one dared to pluck her, no one could pluck her.
Ling Chenyan was mesmerized. Just then, a “beep” sounded in her mind, followed by a cold, mechanical voice: “Welcome, host, to the World Saving System. I am your System 000, you can call me Zero.”
Ling Chenyan: “…I see.”
So she transmigrated. No wonder the old man’s clothes looked like a cosplay, and this Demon Clan and Immortal Sect stuff clearly wasn’t from her world. But if it was transmigration, then everything made sense.
The system, not hearing Ling Chenyan’s self-talk, continued: “Congratulations, host, on being selected from your original world. You are now in the novel ‘Nowhere to Run.’ Due to the author’s poor ending, the world has become chaotic and broken, and the timeline has been reversed. We have selected you as an external aid to help the world return to its proper course…”
Speaking of “Nowhere to Run,” Ling Chenyan had actually read it. It was a traditional male-lead Xianxia harem novel, focusing on leveling up and the romantic entanglements between the male lead and his harem.
The male lead’s harem included, but was not limited to, a sister with a good background and beautiful looks found somewhere, the gentle and charming heiress of the largest auction house in the cultivation world, a passionate and fiery demon snake beauty, the aloof and ethereal pearl of the Demon Clan… and other sisters from various sects. However, due to the author’s poor ending and the cliché plot, she stopped reading halfway through.
After introducing the story, the system continued: “Your mission is to bring the world back to its proper course, eliminate the villain, and help the male lead reach the peak of his life…”
Ling Chenyan: “So I must have a cool identity, right?” If she was saving the world, then she must be someone powerful or of high status.
The system replied: “Of course. We have assigned you the identity of Guan Luowei, the pearl of the Demon Clan…”
The system paused, then continued: “…the sword in her hand.”
Ling Chenyan: “…”
Perhaps sensing Ling Chenyan’s anger, the system said: “But host, don’t be discouraged. Guan Luowei is the villain in the book. Being her sword makes it easier for you to complete your mission.”
Ling Chenyan: “Heh.”
Ling Chenyan ignored the system and observed the current situation. Now that she was inside the sword, no one could see her, so she could float around freely.
The old man who spoke earlier insisted that Guan Luowei had taken his disciple, demanding that she return him, while Guan Luowei just looked at him with a mocking gaze.
The old man became furious and stepped forward, saying, “Does the Demon Clan’s behavior mean you want to reignite the war between the cultivation world and the Demon Clan?”
Guan Luowei raised her eyes, a faint smile on her lips, as if mocking him.
The red-haired man beside her sneered, “War? Old man, do you still think our Demon Clan is the same as it was a hundred years ago, when you could bully us? We don’t fear war now.”
Chenxu’s face turned ugly, and someone beside him said, “Chenxu, why waste words with them? Tell them to return Yunze, or our Lingxiao Immortal Sect will not let them off easily!”
Hearing this, both sides drew their weapons, and the atmosphere became tense.
Chenxu’s eyes flickered, and he stopped the person beside him, looking at Guan Luowei with a probing gaze. “Is it really not here?”
Guan Luowei stared at him without speaking. The red-haired man behind her spoke impatiently again, “Old man, how many times do we have to tell you? Our Highness said it’s not here. Can’t you understand demon speech?”
“You!” The person beside Chenxu was about to rush forward, but Chenxu stopped him. He looked up at Guan Luowei and said, “Actually, I mainly came today to ask for a lesson from Her Highness. I wonder if Her Highness would be willing to enlighten me?”
He stared intently at Guan Luowei, as if he wouldn’t give up until she agreed.
The atmosphere was tense, and everyone was waiting for Guan Luowei’s decision. The red-haired man glanced at Chenxu and sneered, “Tch, shameless. How can you, an old man of several hundred years, have the nerve to fight our Highness?”
The red-haired man’s voice wasn’t quiet, and Chenxu’s face twitched. The person beside him shouted, “You red-haired…”
Before he could finish, Guan Luowei suddenly drew her sword and unleashed a devastating strike towards Chenxu. Chenxu’s pupils shrank, and he quickly gathered his spiritual power to counter the attack. The two attacks collided in mid-air and exploded, causing everyone to stagger from the aftershock.
Ling Chenyan saw Guan Luowei flash, and then she disappeared. When she looked up again, she could only see the afterimages of their fight.
“Oh well, let’s see what these people below do.”
Contrary to her expectations, the Lingxiao Immortal Sect and the Demon Clan didn’t attack each other, but glared at each other with enmity. The red-haired man continued to relentlessly mock the Lingxiao Immortal Sect.
Ling Chenyan was enjoying the show, when suddenly she felt an irresistible suction from above.
Ling Chenyan: “…Ahhhhh!”
The sudden high-speed flight made her feel like her soul was separating from her body. When the dizziness stopped, Ling Chenyan saw the scene before her. Chenxu had more injuries, while Guan Luowei remained spotless.
The outcome was obvious, so why was she up here?
Ling Chenyan looked at Guan Luowei in confusion, only to see her suddenly raise her sword and stab towards Chenxu. Chenxu had also gathered a large amount of power, and it seemed they were about to determine the final victor.
Ling Chenyan: “…” Something seemed wrong.
Damn it, she was the sword in Guan Luowei’s hand!
But it was too late. Ling Chenyan was blown by the oncoming spiritual power, and she trembled. She used all her strength to break free from Guan Luowei’s hand and veered to the side.
Guan Luowei’s usually calm face showed a hint of surprise for the first time. But she quickly reacted, gathering her demonic power to withstand Chenxu’s attack.
Before she could process her surprise, Guan Luowei looked up and saw a bizarre scene.
Chenxu looked at the half-cut white beard in his hand, trembling with anger. “Witch! Too much! This is too much! My beard!”
And her sword was circling Chenxu triumphantly twice before returning to her side.
Guan Luowei: “…”
Chenxu was still cursing Guan Luowei for being despicable and shameless, pretending to block his attack with her sword but secretly cutting his beard. She was too cunning.
Guan Luowei glanced at the triumphant silver sword beside her, then looked up at Chenxu. “You lost.”
With that, she took her sword and flashed back to the Demon Clan.
The red-haired man, seeing Chenxu’s half-cut beard, continued his consistent output: “Tsk, tsk, who’s this old man? Why isn’t his beard as thick as Venerable Chenxu’s?”
Hearing this, Chenxu fainted from anger, and the Lingxiao Immortal Sect people were also terrified, frantically feeding him pills while uttering threats.
Everyone in the Lingxiao Immortal Sect knew that Chenxu valued his thick, soft beard the most. They never expected it to be cut by this witch. It was over, truly over.
Compared to the Lingxiao Immortal Sect, the Demon Clan was overjoyed. Seeing the Lingxiao Immortal Sect people trying to slip away in the chaos, the Demon Clan eagerly went up, using the excuse that “my Demon Clan is not a place you can come and go as you please,” and started fighting with them.
After giving the Lingxiao Immortal Sect people a good beating and letting them go, the red-haired man looked at Guan Luowei and said, “These people who claim to be righteous are nothing more than that. They just know how to slander people and put labels on them. They have no other skills. They’re a disgrace. Who would bother kidnapping their senior disciple? Right, Young Clan Leader?”
Guan Luowei nodded. “Tong Di, did you make sure the person I told you to watch was watched properly yesterday?”
“Of course,” the red-haired man patted his chest, then asked curiously, “By the way, Your Highness, I haven’t asked who that person you brought back yesterday is?”
Guan Luowei glanced at him and walked away, saying, “The senior disciple of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect.”
Tong Di: “Oh, so it’s… Huh??”
Tong Di’s eyes widened, and he gave a literal demonstration of “pupil earthquake.” What did Her Highness say??
Author’s Note:
New story started!