Transmigrating as a Crazy Villainess, She Becomes Invincible by Slacking Off - Chapter 33

Zhong Zimuo’s cold sneer froze on his face, utterly humiliated by her words.

His anger flared, and he swung his sword to meet Ruan Dongling’s Crimson Cloud Sword head-on!

Ruan Dongling channeled all her spiritual power into the Crimson Cloud Sword.

Suddenly, the crimson blade emitted a blinding red light!

With a swing, the sword unleashed a three-meter-long arc of sword light that slashed directly toward Zhong Zimuo!

Whoa! Am I really this powerful?

Ruan Dongling herself was startled by the force of the strike.

She had never fought anyone before, not even sparring with fellow disciples!

This was her first time using the Crimson Cloud Sword in battle, and it had already given her such a shocking surprise!

Ruan Dongling knew that the sword’s overwhelming power wasn’t due to her own skill, but rather to the Crimson Cloud Sword itself!

She sensed that the sword seemed to possess its own will.

Having read about such things, she knew that treasured swords could harbor spirits. Given the Crimson Cloud Sword’s extraordinary nature, it must contain a sword spirit!

But why hadn’t she ever sensed it before?

Could it be that her current cultivation level was too low to meet the conditions for awakening the Crimson Cloud Sword’s sword spirit?

Looks like I need to work harder on improving my cultivation!

Zhong Zimuo’s expression shifted dramatically. He hadn’t expected Ruan Dongling’s cultivation to be so terrifying!

In just four months, Ruan Dongling, that monstrous prodigy, had advanced from the first layer of Qi Refining to the early stages of Foundation Establishment!

His face drained of color as he frantically raised his sword to parry.

A sharp metallic clang rang out as their blades clashed, and Zhong Zimuo’s mid-grade Profound Grade sword shattered instantly!

“My sword!” Zhong Zimuo’s heart bled with pain.

Not only was his sword broken, but Ruan Dongling’s sword light showed no signs of weakening, hurtling straight toward his chest!

Zhong Zimuo retreated swiftly to evade the attack.

In that fleeting moment, Ruan Dongling had already swept past him.

“Cowardly trash! Utterly useless!”

Ruan Dongling felt a twinge of regret for failing to injure Zhong Zimuo.

But no matter. After this exchange, she had a clear understanding of her own cultivation level.

As an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, she could utterly crush Zhong Zimuo, who was at the mid-stage!

From now on, she would definitely cut down that treacherous and vile scoundrel, Zhong Zimuo, with her sword!

The echo of her words lingered in Zhong Zimuo’s ears as her figure vanished into the distance.

Zhong Zimuo whirled around in fury, only to find not even a trace of Ruan Dongling remained.

The Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator rushed to Zhong Zimuo’s side, his tone barely concealing his reproach.

“Junior Brother Zimuo, how could you, a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, fail to stop a mere early-stage Foundation Establishment woman?”

“Senior Brother, you don’t understand,” Zhong Zimuo retorted. “That Demoness is a master of deception, utterly venomous. I was caught off guard, that’s all…”

Zhong Zimuo hurriedly began to explain, but the cultivator cut him off.

“Enough! Pursue her immediately!”

Before the Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator finished speaking, he had already darted forward.

Another cultivator followed closely behind.

Zhong Zimuo gritted his teeth in hatred, secretly vowing to grind Ruan Dongling’s bones to dust and scatter her ashes to quell the burning rage in his heart.

Ruan Dongling cursed her own carelessness. She never imagined Zhong Zimuo would use the Heaven Origin Sect’s summoning fireworks to lure her into a trap!

This time, for some reason, she could sense the Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator pursuing her relentlessly.

During their previous encounter, she had likely caught him off guard, allowing her to escape.

Judging by his demeanor and cultivation level, this cultivator was no ordinary disciple; he was likely a genius from some major sect.

Zhong Zimuo, that opportunistic sycophant, would never follow him without some powerful backing!

No matter how much Ruan Dongling accelerated, the cultivator remained stubbornly on her heels, impossible to shake off.

“Are you a leech or something? Why won’t you stop chasing me?!” Ruan Dongling shouted over her shoulder as she ran.

The distance between them was dangerously short. If she stopped to catch her breath, the cultivator would catch up in an instant.

The cultivator ignored her taunts, simply quickening his pace.

The gap between them narrowed further.

“Oh my god!” Ruan Dongling shrieked, picking up her pace.

What reassured her was that only one cultivator was currently chasing her. Zhong Zimuo and the other cultivator were nowhere in sight, likely having fallen behind.

Leading the cultivator deeper into the dense forest, Ruan Dongling weaved through the trees in a dizzying series of twists and turns. Finally, she collapsed onto the ground.

“I surrender!” she declared, immediately raising her hands to show she wouldn’t resist.

Ding! Host has successfully given up. Gale Step intermediate comprehension increased by 100%.

Ah, well…

Now that Gale Step had reached the intermediate level, she should be able to outrun this cultivator. But Ruan Dongling was too exhausted to even try. Besides, it was all a misunderstanding; explaining herself would be the most efficient solution.

The cultivator closed the distance in an instant, pressing a cold, gleaming sword against Ruan Dongling’s neck.

“Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist… let’s talk this out! It’s all a misunderstanding! Put down your sword!”

Ruan Dongling gasped for breath as she carefully pushed the cultivator’s sword tip aside.

In contrast, the cultivator showed no sign of exertion, his face calm and his breathing steady.

“You treacherous woman,” Wei Guang said, pressing the sword tip against Ruan Dongling’s neck again. “What trick are you trying to pull now?”

This time, Ruan Dongling didn’t even flinch. She leaned against the tree trunk, panting.

“Brother, I’m not a Demonic Cultivator! You seem like a smart and capable young man—how could you be fooled by that scoundrel Zhong Zimuo?”

“Look, look! Do I look like a Demonic Cultivator? I’m a disciple of the Heaven Origin Sect!”

Ruan Dongling wasn’t wearing her Sect robes, nor did she have her Sect token. She had casually tossed the token into her room after receiving it and couldn’t even remember where she’d put it.

How could she prove her identity?

After a moment’s thought, inspiration struck.

She lifted her long skirt, pointed to the Sect emblem on her socks, and said to Wei Guang, “See? Do you see it?”

“Heaven Origin Sect! I’m a disciple of the Heaven Origin Sect! Not a Demonic Cultivator!”

Wei Guang glanced down, his eyes catching a glimpse of a slender, pale calf. He immediately turned away in a fluster, stammering, “You immodest woman! Where are your manners?”

Ruan Dongling had led Wei Guang into this remote mountain forest precisely to shake off Zhong Zimuo, that meddlesome pest.

She knew Wei Guang had seen the Sect insignia because he slowly lowered his sword as he turned away.

Ruan Dongling was dumbfounded. Where did this naive, gullible cultivator come from?

He believed her just because he saw the Sect insignia on her socks?

Any embroideress could stitch that insignia.

It would be so easy to fake!

“Alright, alright, turn around now!” Ruan Dongling called out, seeing Wei Guang still facing away from her.

“You’re really a disciple of the Heaven Origin Sect!” Wei Guang said, his face flushed with embarrassment, looking utterly flustered.

Ruan Dongling remained silent, simply watching him.