Transmigrated As The Villain's Sword (GL) - Chapter 11
The third round of the competition adopted a lottery system. Before it began, people of different strengths were divided into several tiers, and then lots were drawn for the matches.
Most of the newly initiated disciples were at the Qi Training, with a small number reaching the Foundation Establishment. Guan Luowei’s current strength was disguised as the mid-Foundation Establishment, neither strong enough to attract attention nor weak enough to be easily bullied.
Guan Luowei also knew that she couldn’t kill Mu Yunze in her current state. She decided to first infiltrate the Lingxiao Immortal Sect, and after figuring out where the imprisoned Demon Clan disciples were, she would rescue them. If possible, it would be best to take the Illusion God Lyre as well.
On the high platform on the other side, besides the observing elders, many inner disciples were also watching.
One of them said, “I wonder who will be unlucky enough to face Senior Brother Li Xiu this year.”
Another said, “Yeah, Senior Brother Li Xiu is really ruthless. He looks gentler than anyone else, but his moves are deadly. Back then, before the competition, I was deceived by his appearance and got beaten so badly.”
“Indeed,” one of them said, his lips twitching. “Before my match with him back then, he told me he wouldn’t hurt me. But in the last move, I barely dodged, and when I looked back, I found that the protective barrier behind me was shattered.”
“That’s nothing. If the opponent is also a sword cultivator, then it’s truly terrifying.”
Speaking of this, the disciple couldn’t help but tremble, clearly still traumatized by the previous events. Those who had been harmed by this “Senior Brother Li Xiu” all shared the same feeling. However, while they sympathized, they were also gleefully looking forward to the next victim.
••••
Guan Luowei’s opponent in the draw happened to be a sword cultivator as well. The sword cultivator had delicate features, a gentle and refined demeanor. Before the match began, he said to Guan Luowei, “My name is Li Xiu. I don’t wish to harm you, fellow cultivator. Since we are both sword cultivators, how about we exchange blows with our swords?”
Guan Luowei actually looked down on the young man’s cultivation, but when she heard him mention exchanging blows with swords, she lowered her eyes to look at the sword at her waist.
The meaning of her glance was extremely clear. Ling Chenyan thought that if there was no one else around, Guan Luowei would probably be looking at her and saying “spoiled brat.”
Perhaps because Guan Luowei’s gaze made her feel that her pride as a sword had been challenged, before Guan Luowei could refuse the young man opposite her, she tugged at the corner of Guan Luowei’s clothes, indicating that she could do it and that she was not a spoiled brat.
Guan Luowei raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the righteous silver sword, a smile of successful scheming appearing in her eyes. She agreed to the young man’s request, “Please enlighten me, Senior Brother.”
Actually, one reason Ling Chenyan dared to agree was because of Guan Luowei’s “provocation,” and another reason was because the young man opposite her looked refined and gentle, so his attacks probably wouldn’t be too excessive.
However, when the battle began and Ling Chenyan saw the young man suddenly change as if he were a different person, controlling his sword to slash fiercely at her, she realized that it was all fake. This sword cultivator was a wolf in sheep’s clothing!
At the same time, the disciples on the high platform also found the disciple who was matched against Li Xiu as they had wished. Before their gloating laughter could even escape their lips, their eyes widened and they exclaimed, “Holy crap!”
“Holy crap, holy crap, is there such an operation?” One disciple looked at the scene on the stage, his eyes wide with shock.
There was no other reason than that the moment Li Xiu’s sword came down, Ling Chenyan decisively chose a strategic retreat. So everyone saw Li Xiu’s sword chasing after the girl’s silver sword, slashing wildly, while the silver sword narrowly dodged every time it was about to be hit, at a bizarre angle.
Just dodging wouldn’t be anything special, but after dodging, the sword even spun around smugly in place, hooking its tip in the direction of Li Xiu’s long sword, as if it were provoking it.
As inner sect brothers, they all knew that Li Xiu was a sword fanatic, and his sword had also coincidentally awakened its spirit in a stroke of luck. Looking at it now, the girl’s sword should also have awakened its spirit.
However… they looked at the girl’s silver sword at this moment, all falling into deep thought. In their impression, sword spirits were either chaotic and ignorant infants or profound and otherworldly old beings. Now seeing the silver sword… the unexpected personality of the sword spirit had increased.
On the stage, Li Xiu’s sword spirit looked at the silver sword in front of it, so angry that it jumped up and down, squeaking. It immediately broke free from Li Xiu’s control and chased after Ling Chenyan.
A gust of wind blew past, and the disciples on the high platform blinked, their faces blank, looking at the two swords chasing each other and the two people standing there as if nothing had happened. “This scene… why does it look so bizarre?”
This was also the first time in so many years that Li Xiu had encountered such a situation, and he was stunned for a long time. He looked at the cold-faced girl opposite him and said blankly, “Girl, this sword of yours… it also seems to have a sword spirit?”
Guan Luowei looked at the sword that was having so much fun. Although she didn’t want to admit it, she still said, “…Yes.”
Li Xiu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He could feel the anger of his own sword spirit at this moment, but looking at the somewhat comical scene of the two swords on the stage, he still shook his head. Three moves had passed, and he should summon his sword back.
The long sword was summoned back by Li Xiu, both angry and aggrieved, trembling in his arms as if complaining. Li Xiu helplessly comforted it.
On the other side, Ling Chenyan rolled into Guan Luowei’s arms and went limp. She was too tired; her exercise volume today had exceeded the limit.
Guan Luowei held the silver sword in her hand and whispered with a bit of helplessness, “Had enough fun?”
Ling Chenyan quietly leaned close to her face and said, “That little sword spirit is so silly and happy.”
A smile appeared on the corner of Guan Luowei’s lips. She didn’t say that her behavior just now was also very silly.
Because the match on the stage was too comical, it attracted the attention of many people. Now that their match was over, many were curious about how the elders on this side would judge.
After all, they had seen earlier that what was said to be a competition between two people was more like a chase and playful fight between two swords.
The elders on the high platform also discussed for a long time. Finally, an elder with half his beard cut off stepped forward and looked at Guan Luowei, saying, “Has your sword awakened its sword spirit?”
Guan Luowei looked at the familiar half-beard and couldn’t help but glance at the sword in her arms. “Indeed.”
“Good,” Daoist Chenxu subconsciously wanted to stroke his beard, but his hand didn’t go up. As if realizing something, his face darkened a bit, and he put his hand behind his back, saying, “Since that’s the case, are you willing to join my sect and become my disciple?”
Guan Luowei’s eyes flickered slightly. She had only entered the Lingxiao Immortal Sect to save the Demon Clan disciples. Now, by a twist of fate, she had actually been favored by Daoist Chenxu. If she really became his disciple, wouldn’t she and Mu Yunze be fellow disciples?
In that case, it would be much easier for her to take Mu Yunze’s life.
Compared to the envy and jealousy of the other disciples, Guan Luowei appeared very calm. She glanced at the sword in her arms and said to Daoist Chenxu on the high platform, “This disciple is willing.”
••••
The competition continued, but Guan Luowei, after being accepted by Daoist Chenxu, followed a few senior brothers and sisters to their sword peak. The young men and women surrounded Guan Luowei and her sword, chattering non-stop.
“Junior Sister Luo, your sword is really interesting. This is the first time in all these years that I’ve seen someone make Senior Brother Li Xiu suffer a setback.”
“Yes, yes, Junior Sister Luo, you are really amazing.”
“Junior Sister Luo, can we borrow your sword for a look? We promise we’ll only take one look.”
Although Guan Luowei was annoyed by these junior disciples, she didn’t act out, only maintaining a cold expression and remaining silent.
Li Xiu was a bit helpless and spoke up to help, “Sword cultivators regard their swords as wives. How can they casually show them to others? All of you should talk less and not scare the newly arrived junior sister.”
The disciples chuckled twice and did quiet down a lot. Guan Luowei breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her eyes to look at the sword in her hand.
Li Xiu’s earlier words, “regard their swords as wives,” reminded her of something. Clearly, the sword in her hand had also remembered.
The system sneered in her mind, [This Li Xiu hit the nail on the head, but perhaps he didn’t expect that there would really be a sword that would offer itself as a pillow mat to court its own master.]
Ling Chenyan: […Whatever, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.]
Guan Luowei looked at the silver sword’s completely resigned appearance and silently curved her lips into a smile, but before the smile could reach her eyes, it slowly changed its trajectory, forming a mocking smile.
Li Xiu had already stopped and bowed to the man and woman in front of him, saying, “Senior Brother, Senior Sister.”
Mu Yunze stood at the mountain gate and nodded upon hearing this. “Junior Brother Li Xiu, why have you returned so quickly today?”
Li Xiu didn’t speak. The senior and junior brothers behind him consciously made way, revealing Guan Luowei behind them. “Senior Brother, you left early today, so you didn’t see how exciting it was on the stage today…”
The senior and junior brothers all chattered, telling Mu Yunze what had happened on the stage today. Mu Yunze found it amusing and lowered his eyes to look at the woman they said could restrain Li Xiu, saying gently, “You must be the new junior sister?”
Guan Luowei stared at him coldly, her eyes flashing with an ambiguous light, and didn’t speak.
Seeing this, Li Xiu quickly explained, “Junior Sister’s name is Luo Yan. She is a disciple newly accepted by Master today. She is cold and doesn’t like to talk, not intentionally targeting Senior Brother.”
Mu Yunze understood, assuming she was just nervous. His tone became even gentler. “Junior Sister Luo doesn’t need to be nervous. From now on, we are all family. If you have any problems, you can ask your senior brothers and sisters for help at any time.”
As he spoke, his gaze turned to Guan Luowei’s sword, a hint of interest in his eyes. “Junior Sister Luo’s sword is quite interesting. I wonder if I could take a look at it?”
Mu Yunze was actually very interested in these swords that had awakened their sword spirits. However, such swords were rare, and most sword cultivators wouldn’t be willing to lend their swords to others. But…
He still had some confidence in his face. Many female disciples in the sect were susceptible to his gentleness. If possible… it would be best if this female disciple offered the sword to him herself.
Under everyone’s gaze, Guan Luowei was about to refuse coldly when she saw the sword in her hand suddenly float towards Mu Yunze.
Mu Yunze was overjoyed in his heart, but didn’t show it on his face. He had just seen that the girl wanted to refuse, but the sword had taken the initiative to fly towards him. Didn’t this mean that the sword preferred him over the beautiful girl in front of him?
That was his thought, and the rest of the senior and junior brothers naturally thought the same. Only Guan Luowei’s heart tightened, and her gaze towards the flying sword darkened slightly.
Someone couldn’t help but express their envy and immediately said, “As expected of Senior Brother, born with sword bones, this sword…”
Before he could finish speaking, they saw the sword that should have landed in their Senior Brother’s hand suddenly flash with silver light, and then leisurely return to Guan Luowei’s side.
Turning their heads to look at their Senior Brother again, their eyes immediately popped out. Damn it, where did their Senior Brother’s pants go!
Author’s Note:
From then on, the legend of the “Pants-Cutting Hero” spread throughout the martial world—
Everyone (with fried egg eyes): Thank you, Pants-Cutting Hero.
Ling Chenyan: …Don’t be too absurd.