Transmigrated As The Villain's Sword (GL) - Chapter 2
The bright sunlight filled the room, and Guan Luowei stood by the bed, looking at the long sword in her hand.
The blade was over six feet long, only two finger-widths wide, but its edge was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a cold light. On the surface, it was just an ordinary sharp sword, but the occasionally leaked unfathomable aura made it impossible to underestimate.
Guan Luowei raised her long eyelashes slightly, recalling the moment when the long sword suddenly broke free during her fight with Venerable Chenxu, a hint of doubt and uncertainty flashing in her eyes.
More than ten days had passed since her rebirth, and in those ten days, she had more or less figured out the current situation. Fortunately, everything was still in time. The current moment was still far from the point of no return. Moreover, she had already captured the person in her hands, so he couldn’t cause much trouble.
Guan Luowei looked at the sword in her hand for a long time without speaking, while Ling Chenyan sat on a stool beside her, engaging in a heated discussion with the system in her mind.
“System! I remember Guan Luowei shouldn’t have met the male lead yet, but she, she, she, she, she brought him back to the Demon Clan!!”
The system was also in a state of panic: “The plot deviation is too large. This is beyond my control. I need to report to the higher-level system. You keep an eye on things here and remember your mission!”
After saying that, the system went silent, and Ling Chenyan knew it had left.
Coming back to her senses, she looked up at the woman beside her who had been staring down without moving for a long time. She sighed. Well, seeing that this woman would probably need some time to recover, she might as well take a stroll around the Demon Clan.
Ling Chenyan floated out of the room, flew into the air, and surveyed the Demon Clan. It wasn’t the smoky, chaotic place depicted in traditional novels. Instead, it was sunny and filled with blooming flowers.
As soon as she left the room, two demons walked towards her, looking like patrolling guards. Ling Chenyan instinctively wanted to avoid them, but suddenly remembered that she was just a soul, and no one could see her.
So she naturally followed behind the two guards, listening to their whispers.
“Hey, I didn’t expect the man the Young Clan Leader brought back a few days ago to really be the senior disciple of the Lingxiao Immortal Sect. That’s so exciting.”
“Yeah, and that kid is a stubborn one. He’s been on a hunger strike for days. I wonder why Her Highness brought him back. He’s quite handsome, though. Could she be planning to make him her husband?”
“Impossible. Her Highness hasn’t even looked at him since she brought him back…”
Ling Chenyan followed behind them, thinking that the person they brought back was probably Mu Yunze, the male lead of the novel.
Sure enough, following the two guards, Ling Chenyan saw… the male lead bound like a pig roast.
He was tied to a chair, his eyes blindfolded, and his mouth gagged, completely immobile like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The two guards placed a lunch box at his feet and said, “Kid, food’s here. Eat up.”
The male lead remained silent.
One of the guards scoffed, “Playing the hero? Fine, if you don’t want to eat, we will.”
With that, they took the lunch box and turned to leave. Ling Chenyan saw the lunch box being taken away, and the male lead finally showed some movement, but the two guards had already slammed the door shut.
Ling Chenyan: “…” Is it really that he doesn’t want to eat?
She floated around the male lead, sizing him up and down, thinking, “So this is the handsome, tragic male lead of the original novel. Tsk, tsk, he’s pitiful, but he deserves it.”
After finishing her inspection, Ling Chenyan was about to float back when the closed door suddenly opened, and Guan Luowei, dressed in white, entered. Behind her were the two guilty-looking guards.
“Your Highness, it’s not that we didn’t give him food. He just won’t eat. You can ask him.” One of the guards wiped food from the corner of his mouth, looking guilty.
Ling Chenyan looked up, seeing the bound man, and paused slightly. A mocking smile appeared on her lips: “I heard you don’t want to eat?”
The male lead finally made a move, but he could only make muffled noises and shake the chair.
The guard added, “See, Your Highness? I told you he wouldn’t eat. He’s not saying anything, so he’s obviously not eating.”
Ling Chenyan: “…”
Ling Chenyan was speechless at the guards’ low intelligence. Couldn’t they remove the gag before saying that? So she looked at Guan Luowei.
But strangely, Guan Luowei seemed oblivious to the male lead’s predicament, nodding to the guards behind her: “In that case, don’t bother sending him food anymore.”
The male lead shook more violently, but Guan Luowei ignored him.
Ling Chenyan saw the mockery and amusement in Guan Luowei’s eyes and realized that the two guards were genuinely stupid, while Guan Luowei was deliberately mocking the male lead.
Ling Chenyan’s guess was correct.
After sitting down, Guan Luowei told the guards to remove the gag. As soon as it was removed, the male lead, unable to see Guan Luowei, tensed up and said weakly, “Who are you?”
Guan Luowei waved the guards away and walked up to the male lead, looking down at him: “The Demon Clan.”
Ling Chenyan saw the male lead stiffen for a moment, then say, “I have no grudge against the Demon Clan. Why did you capture me?”
“No grudge?” Guan Luowei scoffed and asked, “Are you sure?”
Mu Yunze pursed his lips and said hoarsely, “Of course, no grudge.”
A dark light flashed in Guan Luowei’s eyes, and she silently took a few steps back, her eyes filled with suppressed anger. Yes, no grudge. They originally had no grudge, but why did he deceive and use her in her previous life, and then try to kill her?
Heaven had pitied her, giving her a second chance, but in this life, Mu Yunze had done nothing, and she had become the inexplicable villain.
Guan Luowei fell silent, and Mu Yunze didn’t speak either, creating a silent atmosphere in the room.
Ling Chenyan circled them several times, puzzled. Before she could figure out what was strange, she saw Guan Luowei’s gaze suddenly fall on her.
Ling Chenyan was startled and quickly jumped away, but Guan Luowei seemed to have discovered her presence, her eyes following her movements. Ling Chenyan was shocked. Could she see her?
Then she looked down and saw that she had somehow possessed the long sword and was circling them. No wonder Guan Luowei was looking at her like that.
Just then, Guan Luowei moved her finger and said, “Yin Ye.”
Ling Chenyan uncontrollably floated towards Guan Luowei and landed in her hand.
The woman’s fingers were slender and soft, gripping the sword’s blade with a glimmer in her eyes. Then, she sheathed the sword, turned to leave, and stopped to say to the blindfolded man, “We have a grudge. Remember that.”
With that, she left with the sword, ignoring the male lead behind her.
Ling Chenyan was carried by Guan Luowei all the way back to her room.
Ling Chenyan was placed on the bed, and Guan Luowei sat beside her, then suddenly leaned over. Ling Chenyan looked at the rapidly approaching beautiful face and blushed: “Isn’t this too fast?”
Guan Luowei ignored her, her fingertips covered in demonic power, slowly stroking the sword from tip to hilt.
Ling Chenyan: “!” Don’t touch me like that!
Ling Chenyan wanted to struggle, but the demonic power seeped into the sword, making her feel like she was soaking in a warm spring, too weak to resist. It was comfortable, too comfortable.
Guan Luowei’s fingertips slowly moved down, almost touching the bottom of the sword, when the previously lazy sword suddenly resisted and broke free from the demonic power’s restraints, flying around the room.
It stopped and started, shaking as if trying to express something.
Ling Chenyan was more than just expressing something; she was about to curse: “You, you, you, you’re a lecherous woman! How can you touch me like that on our first meeting?!”
Although she knew Guan Luowei couldn’t see her or hear her, her emotions had reached a point where she had to say it.
Guan Luowei, sitting on the bed, paused and said, “Yin Ye? Is that you?”
“No, my name is Ling Chenyan!”
“Yin Ye.” Guan Luowei reached out, and Ling Chenyan, carried by the sword, obediently lay in her hand. Ling Chenyan was so angry; what was wrong with this broken sword? And she had told her her name was Ling Chenyan.
Compared to Ling Chenyan’s tears of frustration, Guan Luowei’s mood had improved significantly, even showing a hint of a smile in her eyes and brows, like snow-covered pine trees suddenly shaking off the snow, revealing a charming side.
Ling Chenyan shamefully fell silent for a moment, then cleared her throat to cover her embarrassment: “Ahem, I’ll be Yin Ye for three seconds, then.”
Guan Luowei looked at the sword in her hand, her expression sincere, gently stroking it and whispering, “Yin Ye…”
Ling Chenyan: “…” Fine, it wasn’t like she was smiling at her anyway.
So, no matter what Guan Luowei said next, Ling Chenyan chose to play dead. Guan Luowei’s expression slowly froze, and then she took the sword and left the room.
A moment later, Ling Chenyan was handed to an old man. Guan Luowei watched from the side and said, “Fifth Uncle, my sword seems to have awakened a sword spirit, but it only lasted for a while. No matter how I call to it now, it doesn’t respond.”
The old man nodded, gathering demonic power in his palm and slowly covering the sword’s surface. After a moment, he withdrew his demonic power, a hint of joy in his eyes. “Your Highness, this is a good thing. It means the sword has indeed awakened a sword spirit. But based on what you said, the sword spirit might be a bit weak. You need to nourish it with demonic power every day. After a while, you might be able to communicate with it.”
Guan Luowei took back the sword, her brows still furrowed. She told the old man about the scene during the previous battle, and the old man pondered for three seconds. “It might not necessarily be weakness. Perhaps… it’s just a bit delicate?”
Guan Luowei: “…”
Ling Chenyan: “…”
Author’s Note:
Delicate Ling Chenyan: ?