After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 7

“Master, three days from now is the Sect Grand Tournament, and I hear that other sects will be coming over to observe as well.”

Following nearly a decade of living day and night together, Shen Wang understood Bai Qiuluo exceptionally well, effortlessly interrupting Bai Qiuluo’s musings and pulling his attention right back.

Seeing Bai Qiuluo’s gaze lock onto him, a subtle, secret satisfaction welled up within Shen Wang’s heart.

Yes, just like that. Your gaze is only allowed to look at me and no one else.

“As disciples under Master’s sect, if we fail to claim first place in the grand tournament, I’m afraid we’ll become the laughingstock of the entire world.”

A gentle smile hung upon Shen Wang’s face. Over these past years under Bai Qiuluo’s meticulous guidance,

he had treated others with genuine sincerity, earning glowing praise throughout the sect. The sect’s disciples hailed him as a jade-like tree in the wind with peerless grace and a warm, refined disposition, and he had truly become the senior brother most deeply revered by both the male and female leads.

While the title of the righteous path’s premier sect brought glory, it also carried an immense weight of pressure.

“As the eldest senior brother, you ought to set an example for them. In this Sect Grand Tournament, you must secure first place no matter what.”

Bai Qiuluo spoke with unyielding resolution. Although the system claimed there were no penalties for failing the mission,

to Bai Qiuluo, that terrifying bodily remodeling was nothing short of a psychological form of torture.

“This disciple accepts the command.”

Three days vanished in the blink of an eye. Streaks of rainbow light descended upon the floating islands.

high above in the vault of heaven, seas of clouds surged and ten thousand paths of auspicious light bloomed as a massive floating island hovered amidst the cloudtops.

At the center of the island stood a towering arena for martial combat, surrounded by countless spectator stands where the banners of various sects fluttered violently in the wind.

The Sect Grand Tournament of the Xuantian Sword Sect, held once every decade, was traditionally open to all sects across the cultivation world for observation.

As the premier sect of the cultivation world, they needed to display their foundation and strength to everyone.

At this decennial Sect Grand Tournament, the spectator stands were completely packed with prominent, high-ranking figures.

Shen Wang stood at the very front of Misty Peak’s contingent. Although their peak boasted only three disciples, not a single person dared to look down upon them.

“Senior Brother, I’m a little nervous.”

The female lead, Su Yuanyuan, tugged softly at Fan Chen’s sleeve and acted coquettishly. Influenced by plot mechanics, her relationship with Fan Chen grew increasingly intimate day by day, and she regarded Shen Wang solely as her respected eldest senior brother.

“Don’t be afraid. Senior Brother is here.”

Fan Chen’s brows and eyes carried an untamed, arrogant air, naturally exuding a trace of haughtiness from the depths of his eyes.

He gently pacified Su Yuanyuan, his gaze landing tenderly upon her.

Today, Su Yuanyuan wore a light cyan dharma robe of exquisite, fluid silk, secured at her waist by a pale pink ribbon adorned with two hanging pearls at the ends.

As a gentle breeze ruffled her dharma robe, the swaying pearls imparted an alluring, graceful charm, even without any deliberate effort on her part.

Observing this scene from the sidelines, Shen Wang’s thoughts drifted back toward Bai Qiuluo.

Bai Qiuluo sat upright upon the high spectator seat. Completely alone with no one beside him, he radiated a piercing, bone-chilling coldness. Clad in fluttering white dharma robes, he resembled an unsheathed, razor-sharp divine sword.

Shen Wang couldn’t stop himself from looking at him. Sitting aloft in that elevated seat, even the sunlight seemed to show him extraordinary partiality.

His cool, detached features revealed a peerless beauty amidst the dazzling radiance of the sun. His ink-dark brows and smooth, lustrous skin appeared almost translucent under the sunlight.

The intertwining extremes of black and white converged into a richly layered, magnificent ink-wash painting.

Shen Wang’s gaze drifted downward, coming to rest upon those pale pink, delicately thin lips.

His lips possessed a flawless shape, accented by a small, charming cupid’s bow. That subtle wash of pink abruptly infused his otherwise cold and distant features with a striking touch of allure.

His voluminous robes swept the ground with effortless grace; simply sitting there, he presented a vision of untouchable, sacrosanct elegance.

“The first match: Misty Peak’s Shen Wang versus the Pill Hall’s Lin Feng.”

“Senior Brother, you’re up first! You simply must bring glory to our Misty Peak.”

Beside him, Fan Chen raised a hand, attempting to hook it around Shen Wang’s shoulder, only for Shen Wang to seamlessly sidestep and evade the gesture without a trace.

“Senior Brother, do your best!”

Su Yuanyuan clenched her tiny fists to cheer him on.

Shen Wang smiled faintly and nodded, shifting his gaze toward the martial arena.

Lin Feng was already standing upon the platform, dressed in white robes and clutching a longsword radiating a biting, razor-sharp glint. His expression was stern and unyielding, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Word that a sword cultivator had emerged from the Pill Hall had long since spread throughout the Xuantian Sword Sect.

This person was someone an elder of the Xuantian Sword Sect had broken the rules to take in as a disciple eight years ago.

Back then, Lin Feng had wanted to apprentice under Immortal Venerable Changheng, but Bai Qiuluo had rejected him.

Ultimately, Lin Feng had no choice but to enter the Pill Hall, yet he refused to acknowledge any master, nursing a stubborn, single-minded desire to be accepted under Immortal Venerable Changheng’s tutelage.

“You must be Shen Wang, the eldest disciple of Immortal Venerable Changheng. Remember my name Lin Feng, the one who will defeat you today!”

Lin Feng’s voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable, unshakeable conviction.

As he spoke these words, his gaze repeatedly flickered toward Bai Qiuluo sitting high upon the upper platform.

Clearly, he intended to show Bai Qiuluo that refusing to take him in as a disciple had been Bai Qiuluo’s loss.

Bai Qiuluo wore a blank, chilling expression. Outwardly, he appeared to be closely following the proceedings on the martial arena, but in reality, his consciousness was long gone, wandering far away.

Say, Little A, do you know the plot of this novel?

Ah, you don’t know?!

Little A countered with an utterly bewildered tone, staring eyeball-to-eyeball with Bai Qiuluo inside his mind.

Oh, I forgot. I thought I had already transmitted the plot to you.

Bai Qiuluo’s mouth twitched, once again gaining a crystal-clear realization of just how unreliable Little A truly was.

Noticing that Bai Qiuluo was staring blankly into the void, a clear flash of amusement crossed Shen Wang’s eyes.

Raising his eyes slightly, he looked calmly toward his opponent. “Lin Feng? Never heard of him. If you surrender right now, you might still spare yourself a bit of physical suffering later.”

Provoked by Shen Wang’s nonchalant and dismissive attitude, Lin Feng slowly drew the longsword from his waist. The sword body appeared unadorned and unpretentious, yet faintly exuded a fierce, cutting sword intent.

His gaze remained as calm as a deep pool, as though the opponent before him were merely a fallen leaf drifting away on the wind.

“The match begins!” Following the referee’s command, Lin Feng’s figure abruptly surged into motion. His sword light flashed like lightning, aimed straight for Shen Wang’s throat.

His speed was blindingly fast, closing the distance to Shen Wang almost instantaneously.

Yet in Shen Wang’s eyes, this fatal strike was riddled with countless flaws. His figure shifted slightly to the side, letting the razor-sharp edge graze past the corner of his robe.

At the exact same time, his own longsword flicked upward in a light arc, pointing directly at Lin Feng’s ribs.

Lin Feng’s brows furrowed as he rapidly retreated, a wave of inner astonishment washing over him.

He had originally assumed this single sword strike would suffice to end the battle, never expecting Shen Wang’s reflexes to be this nimble.

Both of them possessed cultivation at the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, but sword cultivators had always been capable of challenging opponents above their rank.

Moreover, he was aided by a sword heart and had even cultivated his own sword intent.

Yet even so, he had failed to dispatch Shen Wang in a single blow, causing his expression to grow slightly heavier and more solemn.

“Interesting.”

Lin Feng sneered coldly, his grip on the longsword violently vibrating as a faint layer of frost washed over the blade.

His sword stance shifted abruptly, unleashing a surge of sword light that rushed forward like a raging tide, every single strike laden with biting, lethal intent.