Transmigrating as a Crazy Villainess, She Becomes Invincible by Slacking Off - Chapter 58

When the three cultivators saw only two figures emerge from the cave—two women—they initially relaxed.

Upon closer inspection, they realized one was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, the other at the mid-stage. They dismissed the pair as insignificant.

Earlier, the trio had sensed someone nearby breaking through to a higher cultivation stage and had tracked them down.

It must be this woman who just reached the mid-stage, they thought. What’s there to fear?

Having spent a full day in the Secret Realm, they assumed the women’s Storage Pouches would be filled with treasures.

Their intentions were clear: kill and plunder.

But when they finally confronted the pair, the three cultivators discovered that things were far from what they had imagined.

Despite all being at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, they found themselves completely outmatched by the two women!

As Ruan Dongling pierced one of the cultivators with her sword, the foolish son of the landlord, who had been leading the group, began to waver, wanting to flee.

But Ruan Dongling and Ran Bing gave them no chance to escape.

The two women showed no mercy.

Ran Bing, with her unwavering resolve and ruthless nature, showed no hesitation in striking down her enemies.

Ruan Dongling harbored no goodwill toward cultivators from other prefectures, seizing every opportunity to kill them.

After a brief struggle, the three cultivators ultimately fell beneath their swords.

“Stop! If you dare kill me, my father will never let you get away with this! I am from Hongcang Prefecture—”

The foolish son of the local landlord was struck in the chest by Ruan Dongling’s palm, his internal organs damaged. He lay on the ground, struggling to rise but unable to move.

Faced with Ruan Dongling’s thrusting sword, he was terrified to his core.

The fear of death drove him to invoke his powerful connections, hoping to intimidate Ruan Dongling and save his life.

But before he could finish speaking, Ruan Dongling slit his throat.

“Pah! Who cares who you are! Who’s going to know what happens in this Secret Realm?”

Ruan Dongling sheathed her sword and collected the three cultivators’ Storage Pouches.

Upon the death of their owners, the soul imprints on the pouches vanished, rendering them unclaimed property. Whoever claimed them first became their new owner.

Ruan Dongling handed all three Storage Pouches to Ran Bing.

After all, whatever valuable items they contained, the System would double them and return them to her!

Ran Bing said nothing, simply stowing the Storage Pouch away.

This was the Ran Bing Ruan Dongling liked best—decisive and straightforward.

Exactly! If someone offers you something, just take it! No need for all that back-and-forth haggling.

The foolish son of the wealthy landowner still wore four massive rings on his fingers, two of which were Storage Rings.

But when Ruan Dongling glanced at the dazzling gold ornaments hanging from his neck and waist, she couldn’t bring herself to take them. Even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do with them.

After becoming a cultivator, she had lost all interest in worldly possessions like gold and silver. Even Ruan Dongling, the notoriously stingy “Iron Rooster” who loved money more than life itself, didn’t want to touch the man’s gaudy jewelry.

These items were so distinctive that anyone who saw them would immediately recognize them, potentially exposing her as the murderer.

In the end, Ruan Dongling only took the two Storage Rings. With that, she and Ran Bing swiftly departed the crime scene.

From the start of the battle to the looting of their spoils, the entire operation took only a few breaths. They dared not waste a single second.

The commotion here was bound to attract attention, and many people would soon be converging on the area.

If they lingered any longer, they would be discovered.

Just as Ruan Dongling and Ran Bing left, they noticed the white jade embedded in the golden lock hanging around the cultivator’s neck had instantly turned black.

A dark energy surged within the Black Jade, wisps of black qi seeping out, creating an eerie spectacle.

Having fled a considerable distance, Ruan Dongling and Ran Bing took refuge beneath a large tree, where they shared a roasted chicken.

Ran Bing, who had long since achieved pigu (abstinence from grains), cared little for worldly desires. Her sole obsession was becoming stronger, leaving her devoid of any other ambitions.

Yet, unable to resist Ruan Dongling’s infectious enthusiasm, she eventually relented and ate a chicken leg.

Afterward, Ruan Dongling, the “old six,” led Ran Bing back near the scene of the crime.

Ruan Dongling finally understood the psychology of murderers—the irresistible urge to return to the scene of their crime.

In truth, she simply wanted to see if the deaths of the three men had been discovered.

Hiding at a distance, they observed the corpses still lying on the ground.

All three corpses had been disturbed, and the jewelry on the landlord’s foolish son had been looted.

Ruan Dongling glanced ahead and noticed something amiss.

Scattered bloodstains dotted the grassy area, and the ground was in disarray, suggesting a recent struggle.

She instructed Ran Bing to remain hidden while she stealthily approached the scene.

As she neared the grassy area, Ruan Dongling’s sharp eyes spotted a large golden lock lying nearby. Just as she was puzzling over it, she heard a sharp whistling sound cutting through the air!

Holy sh1t! A Yin Bi!

Ruan Dongling dodged the unidentified projectile, drew her sword, and held it horizontally to block the blade that followed.

“You b1tch! How dare you kill the Young Fortress Lord of Flying Scorpion Fortress?!”

Ruan Dongling clashed with her attacker, each retreating two steps from the impact.

Ran Bing, seeing the confrontation, moved to emerge from her hiding place, but Ruan Dongling gestured for her to stay put.

The attacker’s attire resembled that of the landlord’s foolish son, suggesting he was also a cultivator from Hongcang Prefecture.

“Bullshit! Which eye saw me kill him?”

Admitting it? Never! Not in this lifetime!

Seeing the glint in the attacker’s eyes, Ruan Dongling realized he was bluffing.

The man had no idea who had killed the landlord’s foolish son.

“Hmph, a mere mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to spout such nonsense! Prepare to die!”

The newcomer’s arrogance intensified as he assessed Ruan Dongling’s cultivation level. With a scowl, he charged at her again, sword raised.

You’ve gotten too cocky!

Ruan Dongling showed no restraint. The moment their blades clashed, the air around them crackled as three more Cultivators arrived. They all appeared to be from Hongcang Prefecture.

“Zhao Ming, why aren’t you searching for the real killer? What are you doing here? Don’t tell me she killed the Young Fortress Lord?” one of the Cultivators demanded, his tone harsh.

The Cultivator fighting Ruan Dongling replied without hesitation, “There’s no mistake—it was her!”

“Lies! Don’t believe him! He’s the one who killed him, but he’s trying to frame me!” Ruan Dongling retorted, addressing the Cultivators watching from below.

“I had no quarrel with your Young Fortress Lord. Why would I kill him? I was merely passing through when this man ambushed me, accusing me of murder!”

“Clearly, he’d been lying in wait, looking for a scapegoat!”

“I refuse to take the blame! Don’t listen to this villain’s slander and misunderstand an innocent person!”

Ruan Dongling dared to twist the truth so brazenly because she recognized the three newly arrived Cultivators’ robes—they were identical to those worn by the two Cultivators who had been guarding the landlord’s foolish son!