Transmigrated As The Villain's Sword (GL) - Chapter 8

In the dense forest, Zong Xian clutched her bleeding wound, cautiously surveying her surroundings. She was a Demon Clan disciple on a training mission, but she had been ambushed during her training and ultimately escaped with the help of her companions.

Now, severely injured, she needed to find a place to recover before reporting the incident to her clan.

Zong Xian squinted and slowly exhaled. Suddenly, she looked up sharply in one direction. Before long, a dense cloud of demonic power rushed towards her. Zong Xian turned back in disbelief.

The woman behind her was dressed in white, with a gleaming sword visible behind her left hand as she slightly turned. In her right hand, she held a woman dressed in the uniform of a Lingxiao Immortal Sect disciple. After seeing Zong Xian, she casually tossed the woman to the ground and threw a bottle of healing medicine to her.

“Your Highness!” Zong Xian hurriedly caught the medicine, her eyes instantly brimming with tears. “Why are you here?”

Guan Luowei’s gaze was light as she said, “Heal your wounds first.”

Zong Xian nodded hurriedly, immediately opened the medicine, swallowed it, and sat down to heal. Guan Luowei took the opportunity to walk towards the female disciple.

Ling Chenyan took the opportunity to break free from Guan Luowei’s restraint and stood beside her. The two, person and sword, stood together in front of the female disciple.

The female disciple’s eyes widened, and she shrank back, trembling as she looked at Guan Luowei. “You, you said you would spare my life.”

Guan Luowei lowered her eyelashes lightly. “Of course.”

The woman was overjoyed, but before her smile could fully bloom, she was knocked unconscious from behind.

Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened, looking at Guan Luowei with a shocked expression. Wasn’t this woman’s action too practiced?

Guan Luowei turned her head, looking at the stunned sword beside her, and her gaze flickered. “Yin Ye, what are you standing there for?”

Ling Chenyan: “?” What should I be doing?

Looking at Guan Luowei’s deep gaze, Ling Chenyan tentatively hovered near the female disciple’s neck. Guan Luowei raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn’t respond.

Ling Chenyan was completely confused, circling around Guan Luowei, asking with her movement, “What do you want me to do?”

Guan Luowei suddenly held out her palm, her gaze hinting at Ling Chenyan. Ling Chenyan thought for a moment and placed her hilt on her hand. Guan Luowei’s face showed a satisfied expression, and her right hand skillfully infused demonic power.

Ling Chenyan enjoyed the infusion while sighing to the system, “Ah, really, it’s just a small injury. Look at this woman, she has to infuse me every so often. It’s really helpless.”

System: “…” Suspecting you’re showing off the demon witch’s affection for you, but I have no evidence.

The system snorted coldly and said, “Oh, a small injury, almost causing your soul to be destroyed, right?”

The system had returned later and only found out when Ling Chenyan accidentally mentioned it that she had almost completed her mission at that time. But because she couldn’t bear to see the beauty injured, she bravely blocked most of the attack, almost ending up with her body and soul destroyed.

To be honest, this was the first time it had seen someone go to such lengths. It had long given up hope for this world of simps.

Ling Chenyan chuckled and said, “I couldn’t help it. The first time I saw Guan Luowei, she looked so familiar. It must have been love at first sight. But look, system, I didn’t die from such a severe injury. Doesn’t that mean I’m the protagonist?”

System: “I suggest you stop daydreaming. It’s bad for your brain.”

Ling Chenyan: “…”

The forest was dense, and the low roars of beasts echoed from time to time.

Seeing that Zong Xian’s injuries had mostly recovered, Guan Luowei handed her the unconscious female disciple. “I’ve contacted the clan to pick you up. Wait here. After you return, keep an eye on this female disciple and have His Majesty activate the Demon Clan’s one-way teleportation array.”

Zong Xian memorized Guan Luowei’s words one by one. As Guan Luowei was about to leave, she hesitated and stopped her.

Then Zong Xian saw Guan Luowei turn her head, and the sword beside her also turned around in a very human-like manner.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the sword was also looking at her. Zong Xian blushed slightly and looked at Guan Luowei. “Your Highness, can I… hug you?”

After saying that, the girl lowered her head nervously, her face flushed.

Ling Chenyan: “…” Understood, here to steal my wife.

Guan Luowei was stunned for a moment when she heard the girl’s words and asked, “Why?”

Why hug her?

Ling Chenyan looked up and saw Guan Luowei’s confused expression, as if she really didn’t understand why this Demon Clan disciple wanted to hug her.

The girl hesitated for a long time, but still said with a flushed face, “Because I like you, Your Highness.”

Guan Luowei frowned and said without hesitation, “I don’t like you.”

Ling Chenyan was greatly shocked. How could someone speak so bluntly? She looked at the girl with sympathy.

Zong Xian clearly didn’t expect Guan Luowei to refuse so quickly. She bit her lip, her eyes red and tearful, and said in a low, disappointed voice, “I understand, Your Highness.”

So pitiful. Ling Chenyan looked away, unable to bear it, and looked at Guan Luowei reproachfully. Then, she heard Guan Luowei say “oh” and turn to leave.

Ling Chenyan: “…She’s leaving just like that?”

The system jumped out and said, “The female supporting character’s heart usually belongs to the male lead. Don’t be fooled by how much she hates the male lead. It’s because she loves him too much, love turns to hate. So you have no chance. Don’t daydream, or that Demon Clan girl’s fate will be yours.”

Ling Chenyan: “…” If she hadn’t seen Guan Luowei attack so ruthlessly, she would have believed the system.

However, Ling Chenyan thought worriedly, this is the world in the book after all. If the author’s setting doesn’t change, then what the system said might be possible.

Guan Luowei didn’t see Ling Chenyan’s worried gaze. After handing the person over to Zong Xian, she left with Ling Chenyan. Guan Luowei’s cultivation had reached the Great Ascension, and even in the forest teeming with magical beasts, few dared to disturb her. So the journey back was peaceful.

But just as they were about to leave the forest, Guan Luowei suddenly encountered a group of Lingxiao Immortal Sect disciples, who were clearly there to hunt down Demon Clan disciples. Guan Luowei didn’t hold back and knocked them all unconscious, sealing their spiritual veins and sending a message to Zong Xian to come and get them.

Zong Xian arrived shortly after. She looked at the Lingxiao Immortal Sect disciples lying on the ground, silently tied them up, and carried them back like strings of pork.

Just then, Guan Luowei’s eyes sharpened, and she attacked a spot in the tree above.

After a rustling of leaves, Ling Chenyan saw a swaying monk holding a wine pot land in front of them.

He was wearing Buddhist robes but holding wine, his eyes hazy, leaning against a tree as if he had no bones. He said to Guan Luowei, “So it’s the Demon Clan’s princess. This poor monk is rude.”

He said he was rude, but showed no intention of apologizing. He even tilted his head back and took another big gulp of wine.

Thin, decadent, with blue stubble on his chin, his eyes hazy, like a faded landscape painting.

[Not a proper monk,] Ling Chenyan silently commented in her heart.

Guan Luowei’s ears twitched slightly, and her eyes towards the monk were somewhat complex, but she didn’t attack. She just glanced at him and turned to leave.

The matter should have ended there, but the monk suddenly said “huh” and reached out to stop Guan Luowei.

Guan Luowei frowned, suppressing her impatience, and looked at him. “Is there something else?”

The monk suddenly looked at Ling Chenyan and began to calculate with his fingers. After a moment, he looked at Ling Chenyan with deep eyes and said to Guan Luowei, “Benefactor Guan, your sword is quite special.”

Monks usually don’t lie, although this person was an exception. But what he said made Guan Luowei have to believe him.

She narrowed her eyes and sized up the monk. “What’s so special about it?”

The monk pondered for a moment and said, “Benefactor should know that there is a soul dwelling in this sword.”

The monk spoke very bluntly, directly using the word “dwelling.” Guan Luowei’s expression changed as expected. “Yes, a sword spirit that recently awakened.”

“Sword spirit?” The monk muttered these two words, a profound expression on his face. “Amitabha, so that’s how it is. Everything is predestined.”

Guan Luowei narrowed her eyes, thinking. Then she heard the monk say, “Meeting is fate. Today I met Benefactor, which must be a predetermined fate. In that case, this poor monk will help Benefactor.”

Ling Chenyan looked up and met the monk’s eyes, immediately feeling uneasy. In a flash, golden light emanated from the monk, and a powerful suction force arose. Ling Chenyan felt her soul uncontrollably drifting outward.

Damn it, did this monk see through her transmigrated identity and now want to pull out her soul and crush it?!

As soon as she thought this, Ling Chenyan grabbed Guan Luowei’s leg as she felt herself about to float towards the monk, and called out to the system, “System, did this monk really see something?”

The system was also muttering to itself, “It shouldn’t be. He can’t calculate anything. He shouldn’t be able to calculate anything related to you.”

“Then why the hell does he know I’m a dwelling soul?” Ling Chenyan shouted, clinging to Guan Luowei’s leg.

The system was anxious, and finally slapped its head, “I almost forgot, he can see you’re a soul because he has one of the four divine artifacts, the Prison Heaven Cage…”

Ling Chenyan didn’t care about the divine artifact anymore. She felt like she was about to be sucked out of the sword. While Ling Chenyan was struggling, the monk suddenly stopped and clicked his tongue, saying, “Benefactor Guan, your sword is very strange.”

Guan Luowei looked at the sword clinging to her leg, her mouth twitching. She called out softly, “Yin Ye,” and Ling Chenyan obediently flew into her hand.

The monk’s eyes flickered slightly. He couldn’t summon the sword to his side with the Prison Heaven Cage in his hand, but Guan Luowei could do it with a single call?

But he quickly restrained his surprised expression and said to Guan Luowei, “Although I can’t make her manifest, I can do other things.”

As he spoke, golden light emanated from his hand again. This time, Ling Chenyan didn’t feel like she was being sucked out. She only felt warm all over, like the winter sun shining on ice, gradually dissolving the nameless restraints and checks on her.

After a moment, the monk withdrew his hand. “Amitabha, this poor monk can only do this much.”

Guan Luowei looked down at the sword in her hand. The sword still gleamed coldly, seemingly unchanged. Just as she was wondering, she heard a questioning voice before her, “I don’t feel any different. Is this bald head a fraud? He doesn’t look very proper.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt two strong, undeniable gazes fall on her. Ling Chenyan looked up and met the monk’s leisurely gaze.

The monk gave a kind smile. “Amitabha, I’m not proper?”

“Yeah… I’m shocked!” Ling Chenyan’s eyes widened. “You, you, you can hear me?”

The monk raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

If he could hear her, then Guan Luowei… Ling Chenyan turned her head and, as expected, Guan Luowei was looking at her with a complicated expression, with a hint of disgust.

Ling Chenyan: “…”

The monk laughed loudly. “No need. It was just a chance encounter and a helping hand. But now it seems interesting.”

His gaze lingered between the two, saying “interesting” while chanting “Amitabha,” bowing slightly, and walking away.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. The wind rustled the leaves, and a ray of sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, falling on Guan Luowei’s long eyelashes. She raised her eyes slightly, her fan-like eyelashes opening to reveal her clear, glass-like eyes.

She stared at Ling Chenyan and called out, “Yin Ye.”

“Huh?” Ling Chenyan hadn’t recovered from the shock of her words being heard and subconsciously replied, “I’m here, Master.”

“I’m here, Master.”

In a daze, a voice echoed in Guan Luowei’s ears. The voice was serious and rigid, always answering questions in a monotonous way, far less lively than the girl’s. But strangely, the two voices gradually overlapped, making her momentarily stunned.

Ling Chenyan, after blurting out the words, realized what she had said.

She closed her eyes wearily, raging silently in her heart: [Why did I blurt out “Master”?! This is too embarrassing!]

The girl’s inner voice awakened Guan Luowei from her memories. She looked at the sword suspended in front of her, emotionless, and remembered the girl’s inner roar just now, finding it extremely funny.

Guan Luowei couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head, and reaching out to stroke the silver sword, saying, “Let’s go.”

Ling Chenyan was a bit embarrassed. She didn’t know what Guan Luowei was laughing at, but she inexplicably felt like she was laughing at her. She followed Guan Luowei’s footsteps with some annoyance, saying to the system in her heart: [I will never fall in love with any woman who laughs at me again!]

Author’s Note:

Later—

Ling Chenyan: Wow, this is amazing.