Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Master

The Realm Spirit went berserk, causing the Lingtian Secret Realm to tremble both inside and out.

Guarding the perimeter of the Lingtian Secret Realm, the great experts who had been too wary of the two beasts the Flying Bear and the Flood Dragon—to enter were now frantic with anxiety.

“Is the Lingtian Realm collapsing?”

“How can this be!”

Some experts with one foot in the grave rushed forward in a frenzy, only to have their physical bodies devoured and their souls shattered by the two spirit beasts.

In a trial through the Lingtian Secret Realm, if one were lucky enough to come out alive, who wouldn’t break through a massive chunk of their shackles and see their cultivation soar? Even at the very least, they would emerge holding a heavy treasure. This was why the world flocked to the Lingtian Secret Realm, despite its reputation for swallowing people whole.

What cultivator could resist the temptation of a shortcut from the Rebirth stage straight to the Mahayana stage?

It was a pity they weren’t qualified; they couldn’t even enter the Lingtian Secret Realm. These great experts, who were famous and respected by thousands in the outside world, couldn’t even defeat the guardian beasts of the Lingtian Secret Realm. It was truly farcical.

“The so-called great sects and immortal gates are nothing more than this,” Jiameng said, idly flicking her hair. Everyone talked big, but in the end, weren’t they just barking dogs that don’t bite?

Yun Qianxue glanced at her, thinking to herself that Jiameng didn’t seem anxious. This suggested that Senior Yin hadn’t met with any trouble.

However…

“Jiameng, you return to the Zhoutian Pavilion first. I’m going into the Lingtian Secret Realm.” Yun Qianxue stood up, holding a Divine Speed Talisman, prepared to rush into the collapsing secret realm.

Jiameng’s eyes widened. She stood up abruptly, her red lips parting as if to scold this fearless young girl. But after an indignant stomp of her foot, she let out a long sigh and calmed down. She looked directly at the solemn Yun Qianxue and asked bluntly, “Reason?”

The Exalted One had said that for everything, there must be a reason. Now, she wanted one too.

Yun Qianxue let out a light laugh, feeling more and more that Jiameng was becoming like that person. She replied, “Senior Yin went to find the Spirit-Nourishing Fruit to refine pills, but an Earth-grade pill isn’t a mud ball you can roll between your fingers in the blink of an eye.”

Furthermore, once the Lingtian Secret Realm collapsed, the Spirit-Nourishing Fruit would turn to dust within half a moment. Yin Shaoqing’s journey deep into the tiger’s den would have been for nothing. Yun Qianxue would not allow that to happen.

Jiameng sighed; she had known it.

“Go back first. We will return to the Zhoutian Pavilion soon.” Yun Qianxue was worried about Jiameng. With so many great experts present, the magical treasures Yin Shaoqing had given her weren’t enough to keep her safe.

“I understand.” Jiameng turned to look at Yun Qianxue, whose eyes hid a trace of worry, and smiled. She thought that both Yun Qianxue and Yin Shaoqing always had enough patience to explain things to her, to teach her.

But in fact, Jiameng suddenly withdrew her smile and her flirtatious air. With a look of exhaustion and weariness, she waved her hand. “I know I can’t stop you two. I’m going back. Don’t worry, I won’t be discovered.”

All the banter, all the confusion and lack of understanding, was merely to stop these two from entering dangerous situations alone.

“You two are the only close people I have.” Jiameng stepped forward and embraced the sickly, thin Yun Qianxue, who was a head shorter than her, and patted her back. “I’ll wait for you at the Zhoutian Pavilion.”

Yun Qianxue’s fingertips trembled. The Heavenly Law Curse chains wrapped around her soul tightened incessantly, the pain piercing her to the bone. She looked at the Jiameng of now, who had weathered the storms of the world and seen the sobriety and intoxication of mankind; that bit of childhood purity had long ago shattered under the feet of others along with her dreams.

Maligned by thousands, trampled by tens of thousands. If she were still as pure as a sheltered flower, innocent and romantic, by what right would she be so? The Jiameng who crawled out of the filth didn’t deserve it; the Yun Qianxue who was controlled as a puppet through a near-death experience didn’t deserve it; and the Yin Shaoqing who fought her way up from the Northern Abyss Demon Den deserved it least of all.

“Don’t cry.” Yun Qianxue reached out to cover the reddened corners of Jiameng’s eyes.

She would definitely bring Senior Yin back safely. This was a promise.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Unless you promise to cripple your own cultivation, I will destroy this Lingtian Secret Realm before I hand over the Spirit-Nourishing Fruit to you!”

Clad in a golden outer garment formed from immortal essence, the Realm Spirit looked coldly at the black-clothed woman standing opposite her, who appeared perfectly composed.

Yin Shaoqing curled her lips, lightly tapping the scabbard of the Tiangang Sword. She sent a telepathic message to the system: “Since killing it won’t let me seize the secret realm, what if I destroy its intelligence and turn it into a puppet?”

The fat civet cat jumped onto Yin Shaoqing’s shoulder and tilted its head. “Possible. However, this Realm Spirit is a low-grade immortal artifact. Even if it has been worn down in the lower realm for a thousand years, a death-defying final strike would still have the power of an early-stage Earth Immortal. Host, are you sure you can resist it?”

It wasn’t that the system was being skeptical. The physical shell used by the host in each world was allocated by the Main Space, and the system had no right to check the shell’s data. Therefore, the system didn’t know where its host’s power limit lay.

For Yin Shaoqing, it was much like opening a blind box. Her luck was usually poor; though the shells she opened usually had some issues, their potential was decent. A mix of good and bad. Naturally, with ruthless training, she became strong.

“No problem.” Yin Shaoqing held the Tiangang Sword horizontally with one hand. Though she might be untalented, she still possessed the ability to split an Earth Immortal with a single sword strike.

System: It really wanted to slap the words ‘Versailles’ (humble-bragging) across this woman’s face!

The Realm Spirit couldn’t hear the conversation between the woman and the cat. It raised its hand, condensing terrifying immortal essence, its voice carrying a threat: “Answer me, mortal.”

“Heh…” Yin Shaoqing sneered. Whenever an enemy with an online IQ talked this much, there were only two reasons: either it wasn’t certain of a total victory, or it had other ulterior motives.

Yin Shaoqing stood proudly. The Tiangang Sword hummed, and surging spiritual power gushed forth, faintly carrying a wisp of profound, mysterious power. The Realm Spirit captured that wisp of power, and greed flashed in its eyes. For the sake of this power, it could be a bit more patient with this insolent woman.

“Of course, if you beg for mercy, I might consider letting you keep half of your cultivation.”

“Stop acting like you’re from the grandmother’s generation.” Yin Shaoqing’s gaze was cold, and the smile at the corner of her lips leaked a mockery she didn’t bother to hide. With the most pleasant voice, she articulated clearly: “There aren’t any grandsons of yours here.”

“What?” The Realm Spirit’s red eyes held a trace of vacancy, not understanding her meaning.

The listening fat civet cat covered its mouth, its whiskers twitching incessantly. Poor little Realm Spirit, if you don’t understand, don’t ask. The cat could already imagine what would come out of its host’s mouth. Anyway, let’s laugh first as a sign of respect.

Yin Shaoqing frowned, wondering why this Realm Spirit couldn’t even understand human speech. She said coldly, “In short, this Venerable is your ancestor.” You treasonous little brat!

With that, before the Realm Spirit could react and go berserk, the Tiangang Sword suddenly left its scabbard!

A white flash swept across; the sky turned dim, the earth went dark, and the stars inverted day and night to hang prominently in the vault of heaven, obscuring the clouds and moon. The sun set into the darkness, making way for this vast starlight.

The Realm Spirit had seen that sword edge sweep past, that chilling momentum of breaking all laws. In the Immortal Realm, during the true war between Immortals and Demons, it had seen it. One sword severing Immortals and Demons; a war that had been entangled for ten thousand years was wiped out by that single strike.

From then on, the naturally formed passage between the Immortal and Demon realms was churned to pieces by a single blade. After the Immortal-Demonic War ended, that Eternal Sword Immortal vanished without a trace.

“How is it possible…” That distant blade of sword light forcibly pinned the Realm Spirit—which already possessed the power of an Earth Immortal in place, unable to move.

It couldn’t escape.

The Realm Spirit’s face turned ashen; fear made its features distort. The Eternal Sword Immortal had been in seclusion in the Immortal Realm for ten thousand years, and this mortal was just like it—an artifact spirit! No, no, no, she was even just a damaged, half-baked artifact spirit, a mere peak Spirit Severing stage!

“It can’t be you… no, absolutely impossible!” The Realm Spirit went mad, ruthlessly severing half its body to escape that blade.

Boom Almost at the same time, half of the Lingtian Secret Realm was ground into fly-ash by that single strike!

“Oh?” Seeing the Realm Spirit sever its tail to survive, Yin Shaoqing felt it was somewhat interesting. Her long, powerful hand held the Tiangang Sword which was halfway drawn. Her arched brows lifted slightly, and her frost-and-ice eyes held a leisurely curiosity. She said slowly, “You could dodge when Tiangang was five parts drawn; how about seven parts?”

Hearing this, the Realm Spirit froze. Seven parts of sword pressure the entire Lingtian Secret Realm would be annihilated by her!

It was wrong. It had been wrong from the start. It wasn’t that it was threatening this half-baked spirit it looked down upon; it was that this half-baked spirit was watching it act like a clown, self-satisfied!

“I am actually curious to see how earth-shattering the power of an Earth Immortal can be.”

Her five fingers exerted force, and the Tiangang Sword was slowly pulled out. Yin Shaoqing was already high on the thrill of the battle; she wouldn’t stop until she killed this Realm Spirit. The fat civet cat shivered and didn’t dare to dissuade her. Its host had gone crazy.

The Realm Spirit was at its wits’ end, looking around in panic, wishing its dead-ghost master would come back to life to shield it from the blade.

Actually, immortal artifacts were indeed different. Perhaps they were consecrated; there was still some ability to have one’s wishes come true. The Tiangang Sword was but six parts out of its scabbard when a familiar scent of Cold Lotus drifted over.

Yin Shaoqing paused. Her sword edge lowered, Tiangang returned to its sheath, and she casually pointed her fingers to bind the Realm Spirit. Then she took a step forward; the beautiful girl suddenly fell from mid-air. With a catch and a pull, the girl fell into her arms.

The wind passed, their hair tangling. The wide sleeves of the gold-patterned black magnificent robes were stained with the dust and blood on Yun Qianxue’s body. Yin Shaoqing was half-helpless and half-knowing. She looked down at her. “Can’t you fall into this Seat’s arms perfectly intact for once?”

Look at this piteous, kitten-like appearance. Covered in wounds and dirt.

Yun Qianxue, who was held firmly, had flushing cheeks and her soul was in agonizing pain, yet she couldn’t control the smile at the corners of her lips. There was a hint of shyness, mixed with a bit of reproach. Her almond eyes held light and hidden stars bright, tender, and coquettish. “Is it not Senior Yin’s fault?”

“Oh?” Yin Shaoqing arched her brow, her thin lips curving slightly. “You’ve certainly become bolder.” To dare speak of her faults; she was becoming more and more like a spoiled cat, learning to act pampered.

Yun Qianxue lowered her eyelids, imperceptibly hiding deeper into that scent of peach blossoms. This affectionate scent made her cheeks burn.

Yin Shaoqing’s brows softened by half. She scanned Yun Qianxue’s body, and seeing no serious injuries, she felt slightly relieved. She only scolded, “No acting recklessly next time.”

Yun Qianxue, nestled obediently in the woman’s arms and greedily clinging to the warmth and safety, didn’t get down. Being held like that, she even tilted her head and hummed like a kitten, “Senior Yin always acts so recklessly; you’re in no position to lecture me.”

The two of them talked back and forth as if no one else were there, which finally provoked the Realm Spirit, who had been speechless with shock since Yun Qianxue entered. It shouted shrilly at Yin Shaoqing: “Let go of my master!”

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