Transmigrated As The Villain's Sword (GL) - Chapter 4
Ling Chenyan stood beside Guan Luowei, watching as Guan Luowei ordered the male lead to be brutally beaten, and then tied him to a bench with even stronger Immortal Binding Ropes, causing her to involuntarily shiver.
When she caught Guan Luowei’s gaze, Ling Chenyan quickly stood straight, her sword body erect, looking extremely obedient.
Guan Luowei’s cold expression softened a little. With a slight movement of her fingertips, she held the sword in her hand, and with the fingertips of her other hand gathering demonic power, she slowly soaked the sword body from top to bottom, just like last time.
Ling Chenyan, feeling both guilty and unable to resist the soul-deep pleasure brought by this soaking, didn’t even bother to struggle, just lay comfortably in Guan Luowei’s palm, letting her stroke her.
After being soaked in demonic power, the sword looked even lazier, and even broke free from Guan Luowei’s restraint, rubbing its hilt against Guan Luowei’s clothes, as if it were acting spoiled.
Yes, a sword was acting spoiled.
Guan Luowei, watching the actions that “Yin Ye” had never done in her previous life, lowered her eyelashes, concealing the surprise that flashed in her eyes.
She calmly observed the silver sword and saw it floating out. She signaled to the two demon guards to keep an eye on Mu Yunze, then turned and followed Ling Chenyan, wanting to see what she was going to do.
Ling Chenyan was dizzy at the moment and didn’t really want to do anything. But as soon as she walked out, she smelled a intoxicating aroma of wine, rich and fragrant, exactly the same as the smell she had smelled two days ago.
Ling Chenyan was too lazy to look for it at that time, but in her dizzy state, she suddenly wanted to take a look. Her intuition told her that it must be something good. So she floated her sword body crookedly to a big tree and began to control her sword body to dig the soil, left and right.
Guan Luowei followed behind, watching her sword digging the soil with great enthusiasm, and thoughtfully frowned.
Soon, the soil was dug open, revealing two jars buried underground, from which the rich aroma of wine came.
Ling Chenyan wanted to move the two wine jars up, but she was a sword, she had no hands, so she circled around Guan Luowei. Guan Luowei, for some reason, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and tried to help it pick up the two jars of wine.
So the sword was happy and floated up and down twice.
Guan Luowei could now roughly understand some of “Yin Ye’s” emotions. For example, if it quickly circled around her, it meant it was expressing dissatisfaction. If it slowly circled around her, it meant it had a request. If it floated up and down, it meant it was expressing affirmation and happiness.
Looking at the wine that was clearly covered by an array, Guan Luowei glanced at Ling Chenyan with a strange expression, but then returned to her calm expression, picked up the sword, carried the wine, and returned to the Demon Palace together.
She wanted to see what this sword wanted to do.
A moment later, Guan Luowei looked at the sword that was half-inserted into the wine jar and motionless, and fell into silence. She shook her head and helplessly called the sword from the wine jar to her palm, and once again gathered demonic power to slowly soak the sword body.
While sleeping, Ling Chenyan felt her body being touched. Just as she was about to struggle, a familiar warm current poured into her body. Knowing it was Guan Luowei, Ling Chenyan didn’t care anymore and fell asleep peacefully, leaving Guan Luowei to squint and look at the long sword in her hand, her eyes flashing with thoughtful light.
When she woke up again, it was already dusk.
Guan Luowei heard a heart-rending cry outside: “Oh no! My treasured wine! Where’s my wine?!”
Ling Chenyan, feeling refreshed after waking up, was a little confused by the old man’s heart-rending cry. What wine?
Just then, Guan Luowei stood up and took Ling Chenyan to the direction of the sound. On the way, she also took two wine jars from the outer hall.
Ling Chenyan’s lost memory suddenly awakened. She remembered what happened yesterday. Weren’t these two jars of wine found by her with Guan Luowei? Was this wine someone else’s? Oh no, didn’t she openly steal someone else’s things?
Ling Chenyan felt a little guilty, so she followed Guan Luowei, using Guan Luowei’s body to shield herself.
The closer she got to the old man, the clearer the old man’s wailing became, interspersed with a few words from the demon guards like “…keep it down, what if Your Highness hears?”
Finally, at a certain moment, the old man’s voice suddenly disappeared. And Guan Luowei’s footsteps suddenly stopped. Ling Chenyan didn’t have time to dodge and bumped into Guan Luowei’s back.
She “ouch” and was about to speak when she caught Guan Luowei’s cold gaze, so she silently chose to keep quiet.
Compared to Ling Chenyan, the old man opposite her was obviously more uncomfortable. He looked at Guan Luowei’s expressionless face and then at the wine jars in her hand. His face twitched, and he smiled awkwardly, “Weiwei, why are you here? Oh, this wine smells so good, did you bring it for me?”
Guan Luowei ignored him, picked up the wine jars and said, “I just heard Grandfather say that two jars of wine were lost? Are these the two jars?”
The old Demon Emperor’s eyes fluttered left and right with Guan Luowei’s movements, greedily and painfully staring at the two jars of wine, and then decisively said, “No, what lost wine? Weiwei, you know Grandfather has quit drinking. It wasn’t me who lost it, it was them, yes, it was them!”
The old Demon Emperor pointed to the two guards behind him and said confidently.
Guan Luowei raised an eyebrow and looked at the two guards. The two guards panicked and said, “Yes, we buried them.”
“Oh,” Guan Luowei nodded and said, “This wine has been drunk by me…”
Before she could finish speaking, the old Demon Emperor’s forehead twitched, and he said in pain and disbelief, “What?! You drank it all? This is the wine I buried for a hundred years…”
Guan Luowei gave the old Demon Emperor a cold look.
The old Demon Emperor: “…”
Ling Chenyan took the opportunity to slowly stick her head out from behind Guan Luowei. It seemed that she had done the right thing by leading the big villain to find this wine.
So she was happy and jumped out from behind Guan Luowei openly, circling around the two of them, looking like she was enjoying the show.
Guan Luowei caught a glimpse of Ling Chenyan, who was watching the show and not afraid of making trouble, and after briefly “admonishing” the old Demon Emperor, she suddenly changed her tone and snorted, “Grandfather really knows how to hide things. If it weren’t for Yin Ye this time, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have found it.”
Ling Chenyan, who was watching the show: “…”
She looked at the old Demon Emperor’s resentful gaze and silently moved a few steps away from him.
The old Demon Emperor stared at Ling Chenyan with a fake smile, gritting his teeth and saying, “So it was you, kid, who did this.”
In the moment when Ling Chenyan turned to run, she clearly saw a smile on Guan Luowei’s lips. This witch was indeed doing it on purpose!
••••
In the evening, Ling Chenyan dragged her tired body and lay on the carpet. Glancing at Guan Luowei, who was getting closer and closer to her, she snorted coldly, thinking that she would never pay attention to Guan Luowei again.
This big witch was really full of bad ideas!
Guan Luowei looked at the sword lying on the ground and kindly wanted to pick it up and restore it with demonic power. But just as she was about to touch the sword body, the sword turned over and rolled out of the range covered by her palm.
Guan Luowei raised her eyebrows and reached out again, only to see the sword body roll over again.
Seeing this, Guan Luowei didn’t follow up, just withdrew her hand and called out “Yin Ye.”
The next second, Ling Chenyan flew uncontrollably towards Guan Luowei and then slowly landed in her palm.
Ling Chenyan: “…” Is this reasonable?
Guan Luowei looked at the long sword lying motionless in her palm and pretending to be dead, feeling a little amused, but she still pursed her lips. Her right hand skillfully gathered demonic power and began to stroke the sword body from top to bottom.
Just as Ling Chenyan was about to struggle, she saw Guan Luowei raise her eyebrows. The restraints on her body became heavier and heavier, and she couldn’t move. She had to curse her while struggling.
The familiar warmth made Ling Chenyan drowsy, but before falling asleep, she used all her strength to break free from Guan Luowei’s palm, then turned her back to Guan Luowei and fell asleep.
This was her last stubborn resistance.
Guan Luowei slowly curved her lips. Although Yin Ye had changed a lot from her previous life, she didn’t dislike these changes.
On the other side, the old Demon Emperor also lay on his bed, feeling resentful. He was still thinking about the two jars of wine that had been discovered. He had not only used demonic power to conceal the wine’s aura but also added a seal. But how could this sword have discovered it?
Did she smell it? Her nose was even sharper than a dog’s!
However, the old Demon Emperor soon realized the peculiarity of this sword. If it could discover a jar of wine he had sealed, then… what about his other hidden wines?!
Thinking of this, the old Demon Emperor couldn’t sleep anymore. He quickly got up and started hiding his wine in the middle of the night. Thinking of his eldest granddaughter, he felt both admiration and heartache. He admired that his granddaughter was finally becoming sensible, and he felt heartache that his wine would probably be harder and harder to hide in the future.
••••
The day of the sword spirit baptism was approaching, but before that, a major event occurred.
Mu Yunze had escaped.
The two demon guards discovered that Mu Yunze had disappeared without a sound when they brought him food in the evening, leaving only the ropes scattered on the floor and the shattered bench.
The two demon guards knelt trembling before Guan Luowei, pleading for forgiveness. Guan Luowei glanced at them casually and said coldly, “Go after him. Search the entire Demon Clan to find him.”
The Demon Clan had a restriction. Unless one’s strength reached a certain level or they were inherently a member of the Demon Clan unaffected by the restriction, they had to obtain her, the Highness’s, permission to enter or leave.
Therefore, she was certain that Mu Yunze couldn’t have escaped far.
Regarding this, some were happy and some were worried. The system was naturally happy and praised Ling Chenyan for being very efficient. Ling Chenyan was confused; this had nothing to do with her.
The system said, “How could it have nothing to do with you? The scattered ropes on the floor are clearly your handiwork.”
Before Ling Chenyan could argue, she saw one of the kneeling demon guards secretly glancing at her, clearly thinking the same thing as the system.
He knelt on the ground, hesitating to look at Guan Luowei’s expression, “Your Highness, this servant has a guess…”
He was interrupted by Guan Luowei’s cold voice before he could finish his sentence, “What? Are you not satisfied that I haven’t punished you for your negligence?”
When his gaze met Guan Luowei’s cold, icy eyes, the demon guard immediately trembled and said, “This subordinate dares not.”
Guan Luowei narrowed her long, phoenix-like eyes and waved her hand, letting the two go. The two breathed a sigh of relief and left nervously. In the distance, they could faintly hear the other demon guard say, “Do you think Her Highness can’t tell? Why are you so talkative? Don’t you know how much Her Highness likes Yin Ye…”
The voice gradually faded away. Ling Chenyan looked at Guan Luowei’s expression, which was impossible to read, and went forward to nudge her arm slightly.
The woman paused slightly, turned her eyes to look at her, as if she knew what she was going to say, and said, “I know you didn’t do it.”
Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. Although she had been by Guan Luowei’s side often these days, she would sometimes go out to get some air on her own. How could Guan Luowei be so sure she didn’t do it?
Did she trust her that much?
A silent sense of gratitude rippled in Ling Chenyan’s heart. The next second, Guan Luowei turned her head to look at the ropes again and continued, “You couldn’t have cut these ropes.”
Ling Chenyan, who was feeling touched: “…”
Author’s Note:
Ling Chenyan: My gratitude was wasted.