After Transmigrating into a Novel as the Master, I Was Forced into Love by the Yandere Villain - Chapter 8

Shen Wang maintained his calm expression, his longsword dancing like the wind. The sword light drifted like clouds seemingly gentle, yet invariably neutralizing Lin Feng’s aggressive offensive with absolute, precise timing.

His sword techniques were far from flashy, yet they possessed a unique, flowing rhythm, as though harmonizing seamlessly with heaven and earth.

For the dignified Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm to participate in such a grand tournament was essentially a form of dimensional absolute over-qualification.

“What kind of sword technique is this?” someone gasped in a low voice from the spectator stands.

“It looks like Immortal Venerable Changheng’s signature sword manual—Scattering Clouds.”

“Rumor has it that Immortal Venerable Changheng dotes on this eldest disciple to an extraordinary degree, not only moving and living alongside him, but even sharing the same bed. I never imagined he would actually teach his signature sword manual to his eldest disciple as well.”

The reason Immortal Venerable Changheng’s signature sword manual had attained such legendary renown was entirely because he had independently created it through his own pristine sword heart.

He had even used this very sword technique to leap across an entire major realm during the mid-Nascent Soul stage, single-handedly slaying a Soul Formation expert with a single stroke of his sword.

It was from that precise moment onward that Immortal Venerable Changheng’s reputation soared into the stratosphere, his sword heart achieved absolute clarity, and he mastered complete, unblemished sword intent.

Following that, Immortal Venerable Changheng’s ascent became utterly unstoppable, catapulting him straight to the summit as the leader of the righteous path.

“I never thought Immortal Venerable Changheng would even pass down his signature sword manual to you.”

Lin Feng’s complexion grew increasingly unsightly as his offensive grew ever more lethal.

Yet Shen Wang remained as steady as a monolith. Although his sword stance lacked aggressive sharpness, he invariably pinpointed the flaws within Lin Feng’s sword technique, forcing Lin Feng to retreat with every single counterattack.

“Stopping before going too far the eldest disciple under Immortal Venerable Changheng truly possesses the bearing of a grandmaster. His sword momentum is unfathomably deep.”

“Indeed. Being able to unleash such formidable strength at the late stage of Foundation Establishment proves that Immortal Venerable Changheng’s guidance is nothing short of exceptional.”

Everyone was dropping indirect flattery to butter up Bai Qiuluo. While various mighty powerhouses communicated via spiritual sense, not a single trace of emotion betrayed itself upon their outward faces.

“Impossible!”

Lin Feng’s agitation mounted furiously. He had never entertained the notion that he could possibly lose, he possessed a natural-born sword heart and had bitterly practiced the sword for twelve long years. How could he possibly lose?!

Gritting his teeth fiercely, he channeled the spiritual energy within his body into a frantic surge as the chilling glint upon his sword blade violently ballooned.

“Xuantian Sword Art: Frost Slash!”

With a low shout from Lin Feng, the sword light manifested like biting frost, carrying bone-chilling cold as it hacked straight toward Shen Wang.

This single strike drained away the vast majority of his spiritual energy; the force of the sword stroke was so intense that even the surrounding air seemed frozen solid.

Shen Wang remained entirely expressionless, a gentle smile curving his lips. Anyone who dared to covet his master deserved to die.

The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, a faint cyan radiance washing over the blade.

Shen Wang’s figure abruptly surged into motion, the sword light scattering like drifting clouds and multiplying into countless phantom afterimages.

The sword light and the biting frost collided with a deafening, thunderous roar.

Lin Feng’s sword momentum was violently ripped to shreds as the frost scattered in all directions. Meanwhile, Shen Wang’s cloud-soft sword light pierced cleanly through Lin Feng’s defense, resting straight against his chest.

Lin Feng’s pupils abruptly constricted; he attempted to retreat, but it was already far too late.

The tip of the sword rested lightly against his chest, sending a chilling wave of murderous intent washing over him.

Shen Wang wants to kill me. Realizing this, Lin Feng mustered his sword for a desperate counter-strike, only for Shen Wang’s sword to pierce straight through his chest.

A savage, destructive surge of sword intent flooded into his body, wantonly ravaging his internal meridians.

“You lost.”

Shen Wang executed an elegant flourish with his sword, the fresh blood dripping from the blade pooling onto the ground.

“Here is a restoration pill. Head down and recover from your injuries.”

Tossing a porcelain bottle of pills across the stage, Shen Wang didn’t even bother to look back as he stepped down from the martial arena.

“Eldest Senior Brother! I knew you were the strongest!”

“This is Misty Peak’s illustrious, wind-and-moon-bright Eldest Senior Brother! Even after being repeatedly provoked by Lin Feng, he merely taught him a minor lesson and even handed over medicinal pills afterward.”

“As expected of our most deeply revered Eldest Senior Brother~”

“Eldest Senior Brother is too strong!”

The disciples within the sect burst into simultaneous cheers. A Sect Grand Tournament was, after all, meant to be a sparring match stopping short of actual fatality.

Lin Feng’s attacks had been lethal in every single move, whereas Shen Wang had maintained a defensive stance throughout, ultimately resolving the match with a single strike.

The stark contrast between the two combatants was instantly apparent. This opening bout succeeded in heavily building up momentum and prestige for Shen Wang.

Look at that, this is the disciple I raised! He’s definitely not going to turn dark and destroy the world, let alone degenerate into the demonic path and collude with the Demon Realm to invade the cultivation world.

Bai Qiuluo boasted to the system with a tone brimming with pride. For ten whole years, he had walked on thin ice while patiently teaching Shen Wang the values of truth, goodness, and beauty.

He had even meticulously shaped his worldview around benevolence and virtue. The current Shen Wang possessed a radiant, refined elegance, acting as an exemplary senior brother who cherished his junior disciples and held the utmost respect for his master.

Bai Qiuluo flatly refused to believe that a Shen Wang like this would ever turn dark out of jealousy or unrequited love for the female lead, let alone descend into the demonic path to destroy the world.

???

The system, Little A, stared at Bai Qiuluo with a black-guy-question-mark meme plastered across its face before speaking with undisguised schadenfreude.

If the host has spare time, you really ought to read the plot properly. I’ve already transmitted the complete storyline directly to you just now.

Confused, Bai Qiuluo obediently followed suit. With his current level of cultivation, digesting the million-word original text required nothing more than a fraction of a second.

When he discovered that Shen Wang was none other than the Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm himself, who had merely split off an avatar to infiltrate the Xuantian Sword Sect solely to acquire the Tianyuan Sword…

And that his subsequent “darkening and falling into obsession due to unrequited love” was nothing more than an elaborate smokescreen…

His true objective was to abduct the female lead back to the Demon Realm and carve out the Tianyuan Sword residing within her body.

“…”

The exact moment the truth dawned upon him, Bai Qiuluo’s entire world collapsed.

In other words, the cub he had painstakingly nurtured with meticulous care for the past ten years was, in reality, merely an avatar of the Demon Venerable.

When he had been earnestly teaching the Demon Venerable about truth, goodness, and beauty, the Demon Venerable must have been laughing up his sleeve at him the entire time.

Bai Qiuluo shut down completely. A wave of even denser chilling frost radiated from his body, enveloping him in an aura of profound gloom.

Tell me, Little A… when Shen Wang watched me earnestly teaching him all those things back then, do you think he was laughing at me behind my back?

This Demon Venerable is truly despicable! Taking advantage of his avatar being a little kid, he even went so far as to sneak into my bed.

My overflowing sincerity was ultimately fed to the dogs. That great villain Shen Wang has absolutely no heart whatsoever.

Bai Qiuluo muttered frantically to the system in his mind, presenting the textbook image of a man utterly shattered and utterly paralyzed in despair.

He had genuinely and patiently taught Shen Wang because, lacking knowledge of the original plot, he had simply assumed Shen Wang’s darkening stemmed from unrequited affection.

Relying solely on the book’s brief synopsis which stated that the great villain would descend into the demonic path and destroy the world Bai Qiuluo had fabricated this entire sequence of events in his own head.

Yet never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Shen Wang had been the Demon Venerable from day one. What, then, had his dedication over the past decade actually amounted to?

The mere thought that Shen Wang might have been secretly mocking him behind his back plunged Bai Qiuluo deeper into self-imposed seclusion.

Relax, Host. Look on the bright side at least you treated Shen Wang sincerely for ten whole years. When the demonic armies eventually overrun and trample the cultivation world, your eldest disciple might just show mercy and spare your life, hehehe~

Listening to the bizarre, cackling laughter echoing from the system, Bai Qiuluo’s exterior grew even more freezing and rigid, while his entire body remained locked stiff in place.