Transmigrated As The Villain's Sword (GL) - Chapter 19

On the other side, while Guan Luowei was searching for the whereabouts of the Illusion God Lyre, she suddenly felt a pang in her heart. Almost instantly, she changed direction and chased after the direction where Ling Chenyan had disappeared earlier.

The sky and earth were clear and bright. On Zhenxu Peak, a figure like a gust of wind shuttled through, sweeping away clouds and leaving only afterimages. The faster her feet moved, the calmer Guan Luowei’s heart became.

The demonic power in her body uncontrollably overflowed and scattered, searching for the trace of that sword in every corner of Zhenxu Peak.

Following Ling Chenyan’s aura, she arrived at a rocky forest. The ground was covered with withered yellow leaves. Guan Luowei slowly walked to the place where Ling Chenyan had fallen last, squatted down slightly, and the demonic power emanating from her fingertips attached itself to a leaf.

This was a unique tracking technique of the Demon Clan. First, demonic power was attached to the person being tracked. Afterward, as long as any place the person had appeared was found, along with something their body had touched, this could be used as a formation to locate the person’s whereabouts.

The leaf floated into the air and burrowed deep into the rocky forest. Guan Luowei followed closely behind, a faint light flickering in her deep black eyes.

At the same time, in a sunken part of the valley, several old men were surrounding a young girl and a lyre, casting various spells with their hands and chanting incantations.

At a certain moment, the spells in the hands of all the old men simultaneously struck towards the girl. But at this moment, an unexpected situation occurred. When the spells touched the girl’s body, they suddenly returned along the same path at an extremely fast speed.

Zhenxu’s pupils shrank slightly. He reacted quickly and dodged the attack. But some of the others were not so lucky. After being struck by their own spells, they all vomited bl00d and fell to the ground.

Daoist Lingxu wiped the bl00d from the corner of his mouth and frowned. “What is this thing?”

Zhenxu’s gaze deepened. “A reflection array. Everyone be careful. I’m afraid this woman has other arrays cast on her body.”

Everyone’s expression changed, and they all retreated a few steps. Seeing this, Zhenxu didn’t dare to act rashly.

At this moment, Guizei, shrouded in black robes, slowly stepped forward in front of everyone. The “spiritual power” in his palm was slowly applied to the girl. This time, the spiritual power was not reflected.

Daoist Guizei withdrew his hand, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. “Directly infuse spiritual power into her body, using her body as a furnace to refine the wisp of origin power.”

Daoist Lingxu’s expression changed. Using the body as a furnace for refinement, not to mention how painful this process would be for the one being subjected to it, after the refinement, this girl would most likely die and her soul dissipate.

“No,” Daoist Lingxu objected. “If we kill her, what if that demon woman goes crazy?”

Zhenxu’s expression showed contemplation upon hearing this. Daoist Guizei spoke again, “She is just a spirit sword.”

The implication was that no one would risk their life for a replaceable spiritual object.

Daoist Lingxu was still hesitating, but Zhenxu had already made up his mind. “Then let’s do it.”

Everyone formed a circle again. In the center, the girl’s face was pale, her red lips had lost their color. As everyone’s spiritual power forcibly entered her body, cold sweat constantly dripped from her forehead, and painful groans escaped her mouth.

The spells were destroying the meridians in her body, squeezing them into a mass as if trying to extract something from within.

The golden lyre beside the girl trembled all over, emitting a low, mournful sound. It tried many times to interrupt the spell, but it couldn’t even move.

Finally, a wisp of faint white golden light was refined from the girl’s body and slowly merged into the long lyre beside her. And the girl, like a piece of trash, slowly fell to the ground, transforming into a sword.

Several old men simultaneously withdrew their hands upon seeing this.

Zhenxu held the mournful long lyre in his hands, glanced at it, and said with a chuckle to the blue-robed old man beside him, “Indeed, after returning that wisp of innate origin, this lyre looks different from before.”

The blue-robed old man nodded, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. “That’s true. I just wonder to what extent this lyre can suppress a person’s strength now?”

Zhenxu showed a look of contemplation and said, “Not very clear. The Illusion God Lyre hasn’t recognized a master yet. The holder can only unleash at most fifty percent of its power. But even so, it’s more than enough.”

Daoist Chenxu also nodded and said, “Before coming here, I specially kept some of the aura of the sword in that demon woman’s hand and laid down many formations around here. Even if that demon woman can eventually find this place, she will probably arrive severely injured. At that time, we can use the divine artifact to weaken her strength further, and she will definitely fall into our Lingxiao Immortal Sect.”

“Taking a step back, even if that demon woman really comes unharmed,” Daoist Chenxu continued, “we also have the help of Brother Li and everyone else. This time, we will definitely not let her escape.”

Daoist Chenxu thought of his half-shaved beard, and his eyes darkened.

Li Yuan nodded and said, “If we kill that demon woman this time, can I have her corpse to dispose of?”

Zhenxu narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts racing, and finally said with a smile, “Naturally.”

Just as everyone was discussing how to divide the spoils, Zhenxu suddenly turned his head and looked at the place behind him, a look of excitement in his eyes. “She’s here.”

A strong wind raged in the rocky forest, trees snapped in the middle, and countless dust and fallen leaves were swept up. Overwhelming demonic power covered the sky above the Lingxiao Immortal Sect, causing the world to change color.

Guan Luowei hovered in the long sky, her black hair wildly scattered, large patches of bl00d staining her clothes red. Her face was fierce, her eyes carrying a grim killing intent, like an evil ghost crawling out from hell.

In that instant, she felt it. The connection between her and the silver sword was severed. She was no longer its master. In other words, the sword spirit within the silver sword was dead.

Guan Luowei still maintained her composure and asked, “Where is she?”

The world was noisy, and countless people turned their heads to look.

“Demon Clan! It’s the Demon Clan!”

The disciples who were competing, the elders managing the arena, and everyone within the Lingxiao Immortal Sect looked up at the woman who looked like a mad demon. Under that powerful pressure, many disciples couldn’t bear it and vomited bl00d and fainted. Only a few elite disciples and elders could still stand, but they couldn’t muster the courage to fight back.

Zhenxu’s expression was ugly. Only now did he understand what kind of existence they were facing.

Looking at the ashen faces of the people around him, Zhenxu couldn’t help but roar back at her, “She’s already dead!”

“Dead?” Guan Luowei repeated these one word faintly, not knowing if she was saying it to herself or to others.

Zhenxu endured the pressure and said loudly, “The Demon Clan acts so domineeringly, actually coming to disrupt our sect competition! Please, elders of the various sects, join me in exterminating this demon woman!”

“Kill!”

As soon as the words fell, countless eager Lingxiao Immortal Sect disciples had already formed an array. Zhenxu reached out and plucked the lyre strings. As the low dragon’s roar sounded, the pressure on Guan Luowei instantly weakened.

Zhenxu was overjoyed and quickly said, “Everyone, please follow me to exterminate this woman!”

With the pressure gone, the sects that had been somewhat hesitant before now immediately surrounded her.

In the cultivation world, everyone had the right to kill members of the Demon Clan.

A war is about to break out.

••••

When Ling Chenyan opened her eyes, all she saw was boundless white. She was in the middle of it, like an ant in the vastness of the world, unable to see the end or find a way out.

Ling Chenyan felt a little dazed. She remembered being captured by that old man Guizei, and then her body hurt a lot, so much that she wanted to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was here. So, she couldn’t have really died, right?

While she was in a daze, a vicissitudes-filled sigh came from afar.

This sigh was very familiar. In an instant, she remembered that after she had blocked an attack for Guan Luowei last time, she had also heard such a sigh.

Ling Chenyan asked aloud, “Who are you?”

No one answered her. Only her own echo traveled far away and then disappeared.

Ling Chenyan blinked and asked in her heart, [System, are you there?]

The system didn’t answer her. It seemed it wasn’t there. This world only had her.

“I’ve heard your voice before,” Ling Chenyan said. “Last time when I fell into a coma, my body felt better and recovered faster after hearing your voice. If it was really you who helped, then I should thank you.”

Ling Chenyan waited for a long time, but still no one answered her.

However, she was sure she hadn’t misheard. Ling Chenyan continued to ask, “Am I dead?”

After saying that, she thought for a moment and added, “I know you don’t want to talk. How about this? If I’m dead, then you sigh once. If I’m not dead, then don’t make a sound.”

The world fell silent for a moment. Ling Chenyan slowly breathed a sigh of relief. “So I’m not…”

“Sigh.”

Ling Chenyan: “…” So was she half-dead?

“Sigh,” Ling Chenyan sighed faintly. “I wonder how things are outside. If I died, the big villain would probably be very sad, right?”

“Maybe not. After all, I’m just a sword.”

“Sigh, if she finds out I’m dead, will she kill everyone in the Lingxiao Immortal Sect?”

“Then I’d really be too guilty. I don’t want to die either, sob sob sob. I stole… oh no, the many spirit stones I found haven’t been spent yet. Am I going to die? This is too stifling…”

Ling Chenyan spoke one sentence after another to herself, her voice full of emotion, moving people to tears.

Finally, the voice couldn’t bear it anymore and said, “Forget it, I owe you one.”

Ling Chenyan was still wondering what he meant by that when the scene before her eyes blurred, and she could see the scene in front of her clearly.

Guan Luowei was covered in demonic power, her eyes bloodshot with killing intent. Her white clothes were completely stained red. Ling Chenyan stared blankly, remembering how she had always been quite gentle, even overly tolerant, towards her. Guan Luowei’s current appearance was something she had never seen before.

Daoist Lingxu and the others joined forces to deal with Guan Luowei. Even so, he had suffered many injuries. Looking at Guan Luowei’s increasingly fierce demeanor, as if determined to drag everyone down to hell with her, he cursed under his breath.

“This is really damn ghostly! Wasn’t this demon woman’s strength weakened? How can she still be so powerful?”

Zhenxu held the lyre, suppressing Guan Luowei’s cultivation while simultaneously enhancing the cultivation of his own people. Seeing that Guan Luowei had held on for so long, his own expression was also very bad. He roared softly and transmitted his voice to Daoist Guizei, “Next, I will forcibly use the Illusion God Lyre to seal this demon woman’s spiritual power for an instant. You must take advantage of this instant to kill her!”

Guan Luowei already had many injuries on her body, many of which were caused by Daoist Guizei’s opportunistic sneak attacks. Looking at these annoying ants in front of her, she only wanted to kill them all.

The killing intent in her heart surged. Just at this moment, a clear and crisp girl’s voice suddenly rang out in the world.

“Don’t fight anymore because of me!” Ling Chenyan shouted with all her strength, “I’m… back!”

The weather was silent for an instant. Almost in the blink of an eye, Guan Luowei was beside the silver sword. She picked up the silver sword, the bl00d color in her eyes hadn’t faded, and her voice was somewhat hoarse as she said with difficulty, “…Yin Ye?”

“It’s me, Master,” Ling Chenyan shook her sword body and said, “I’m not dead.”

Guan Luowei was silent for a moment, clutching the sword tightly in her hand. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Ling Chenyan also knew her feelings at this moment, but this was clearly not the time to say these things. She gently rubbed against Guan Luowei’s hand and said, “Master, let’s deal with these people in front of us first.”

Only then did Guan Luowei regain her senses. She raised her head, the bl00d color in her eyes slowly receding, but the killing intent still hadn’t disappeared.

Everyone finally reacted. Daoist Chenxu, shocked and somewhat incredulous, said, “You’re not dead? How is that possible?”

Feeling Guan Luowei’s grip on her tighten again, Ling Chenyan quickly comforted Guan Luowei in a low voice, “I’m fine. Look, I’m alive and kicking. Just wait, are they ganging up to bully you? Watch how I avenge you.”

Guan Luowei’s expression was slightly dazed. She was going to avenge her?

And Ling Chenyan had already stopped paying attention to Guan Luowei’s thoughts. She looked at the group of people in front of her with uncertain expressions and said with a grin, “Eh, I died, eh, I’m alive again.”

Zhenxu and the others: “…”

Guan Luowei: “…”

The tense feeling in her heart that had been stretched taut was greatly relieved by the silver sword’s words. Guan Luowei couldn’t help but feel a little curious about how she would avenge her.

While everyone was speechless, a black shadow suddenly flashed past, and a surge of vast spiritual power was about to fall on the two of them. Guan Luowei’s eyes narrowed, and with a flick of her sleeves, the attacker flew backward.

Ling Chenyan rubbed her face, which was trembling from the spiritual power, and said angrily, “So shameless, actually resorting to sneak attacks!”

Her eyes turned, and she looked at the wounds on Guan Luowei’s body that were still bleeding. She immediately felt a pang of heartache and hurriedly poured out a pile of pills from her personal space like spilling beans. She used the tip of her sword to nudge them towards Guan Luowei and said, “Master, quickly eat some pills to replenish your strength.”

Seeing this, how could Zhenxu let her really rest? Just as he was about to make a move, his gaze fell on those pills, and the movement of his hand suddenly paused. Zhenxu narrowed his eyes somewhat uncertainly. Why did those pills bottles look a bit familiar?

At the same time, Daoist Chenxu and Daoist Lingxu also stared blankly at the pills piled on the ground. An idea flashed through both of their minds at the same time: these pills looked a bit familiar?

In this gap, Guan Luowei had already eaten the pills, and the injuries on her body quickly improved, showing remarkably fast efficacy.

Zhenxu’s eyes narrowed, his finger about to touch the lyre string, when he heard the sword say, “Hey yo, not bad, not bad. As expected of the pills secretly hoarded by the Sect Leader, the effect is really good. Master, try this one too. This was hidden by that half-bearded old man. Let’s see how effective it is?”

At this moment, Zhenxu finally knew where that vaguely familiar feeling came from. His face turned ashen, and thinking of a certain possibility, he almost vomited bl00d.

“You little thief, you actually dare…”

“Eh,” Ling Chenyan shook her head, interrupting him. “What do you mean by that? This is what I found, and there’s no name written on it. How can it be stealing?”

After saying that, she glanced at the wounds on Guan Luowei’s body again and said, “Tsk, the pills of this half-bearded old man are really not very good. Oh well, after all, he couldn’t even save his own half-beard. I wouldn’t expect him to have anything good.”

Daoist Chenxu’s old face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth, raising his sword to rush over.

Just at this moment, the space in front of Ling Chenyan and Guan Luowei was suddenly torn open. A smiling middle-aged man emerged from it. Seeing Daoist Chenxu stabbing towards him, he let out an “aiya” and casually waved his hand, sending the man flying. He also casually set a fire, burning off the other half of his beard.

“I’m really sorry,” the middle-aged man said with an apologetic look. “My hand just can’t help but want to burn beards when it sees them.”

Daoist Chenxu was knocked back and didn’t suffer much injury, but the cyan flames firmly burned off the other half of his beard.

Not very damaging, but extremely insulting.

Daoist Chenxu’s eyes immediately turned red, and he roared, “You old demon!”

“Eh, okay,” the middle-aged man responded. “It is a bit old, but not as old as you.”

Ling Chenyan watched the middle-aged man’s frantic verbal output from the side, greatly shocked. She thought she was annoying enough, but she didn’t expect this man to be just as bad as her.

A competitive spirit instantly rose within her, and Ling Chenyan continued, “This half-bearded old man of yours is also not bad, much stronger than the old man next to you. He actually only has one or two bottles of low-grade pills, but the defensive treasures he has are much more numerous than yours.”

Daoist Lingxu’s eyes went dark, and he cried out in a voice dripping with bl00d, “My retirement fund!”

Ling Chenyan continued, “Tsk, I only took a little bit, but the three of you are quite wealthy. Unlike that old man covered in a black chicken coop, I searched his entire peak and couldn’t find a single good thing.”

The old man covered in a black chicken coop?

The three men’s gazes shifted and fell on Daoist Guizei, who had just pulled himself out of the rocks.

Daoist Guizei: “…”

The others: “…”

When Zhenxu saw the Demon Emperor appear, he already realized that he wouldn’t be able to kill Guan Luowei today. Sure enough, rumbling sounds came from the sky, a large amount of demonic power flooded the air, and even the sky faintly darkened.

Demon soldiers wearing demon armor occupied the long sky. As far as the eye could see, it was a dense black mass. Zhenxu couldn’t help but frown.

During the silver sword’s few words of banter, they had lost the best opportunity. Seeing this, Zhenxu glanced at the silver sword with annoyance and anger.

Fortunately, the Illusion God Lyre was still in his hands. If the Demon Emperor really wanted to be enemies with his Lingxiao Immortal Sect, then he wouldn’t mind going down in flames together.

Zhenxu said coldly, “Since the Demon Emperor has graced us with his presence, then I must demand an explanation.”

“Speak,” the Old Demon Emperor still looked at Zhenxu with a smile.

“Your Demon Clan’s young lady barged into my Lingxiao Immortal Sect without a word and slaughtered wantonly. You must give me an explanation for this today!”

“Oh,” the Old Demon Emperor nodded. “And then?”

“My Lingxiao Immortal Sect has no grievances or grudges with your Demon Clan. Your young lady has killed so many of our disciples, and so many righteous people in the world are watching! If this leads to a war between our two clans, no one will benefit in the end.”

“Oh,” the Old Demon Emperor said thoughtfully. “So?”

A vein throbbed on Zhenxu’s forehead. “So, today you either leave your young lady’s life here, or you give my Lingxiao Immortal Sect and the major sects a reasonable compensation!”

“That makes sense,” the Old Demon Emperor nodded seriously, then changed his tone and said, “But I’m not listening.”

Zhenxu: “…” Damn it, he shouldn’t have wasted his breath talking to this old bastard Demon Emperor.

Author’s Note:

Other people’s revenge: Kill, kill, kill.

Sword Sword’s revenge: Steal your retirement fund.