The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

However, fate, like a merciless butcher's knife, inflicted the cruelest punishment on Shanshan! Blood gushed from her mouth like a raging torrent, pouring down continuously. This glaring crimson blood, like a curse unleashed by a demon, surged with unstoppable force.

They flowed recklessly, as if devouring Shanshan's life. Blood streamed down her fair, delicate cheeks like a string of dark red tears, streaking across her delicate features. Each drop seemed to speak of her pain and unwillingness, as if mourning her loss. The blood formed a stark contrast with her pale skin, making the sight even more shocking.

Blood then flowed down her slender, graceful neck like serpentine snakes, tightly coiling around her. The snakes seemed to greedily suck at her lifeblood, weakening her breath even further. Then, silently, they gathered at the side of her delicate body, forming a shocking pool of dark red. The blood in the pool still trembled slightly, as if the lingering soul of Shanshan was struggling.

Ripples in the pool of blood spread outward, each one a mournful gesture for her passing. Gently, they rippled, as if telling of her past beauty and dreams. The ripples gradually vanished at the edge of the pool, as if taking everything with them. This small pool of blood witnessed the end of her life, and became her final trace in this world.

Suddenly, the warm liquid flowed quietly down her fair, slender thighs like a trickle. That warm current seemed like Shanshan's final breath, carrying with it endless sorrow and despair. It left a deep mark on her skin, like a hideous scar, forever etched on her body. Sorrow and despair. It left a deep mark on her skin, like a hideous scar, forever etched on her body.

Shanshan's face was pale as paper, devoid of any color. Her eyes were closed, as if she had lost all sense of the world. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were about to utter a final word, but no sound could come out. Her already pitiful appearance now became even more poignant and moving, bringing tears to one's eyes.

Her frail body trembled slightly, her delicate face pale and feeble, like a flower ravaged by a violent storm, stripped of its former beauty and vitality. Her once-beautiful, now lifeless eyes were filled with pain and profound confusion. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly fought to hold them back.

A gentle breeze blew past, ruffling her already slightly messy hair and gently brushing across her cheeks, which looked angular due to her excessive thinness, as if sighing for her experience.

The warriors of the nomadic tribe cheered excitedly when they saw Yu Shanshan's miserable state. They thought they had won the battle. However, they did not notice that Yu Shanshan's body suddenly glowed with a faint light, which was the last struggle of the blood power in her body.

The faint light gradually grew stronger. Yu Shanshan closed her eyes tightly, her heart filled with resentment. She thought of the suffering endured by the border people at the hands of the nomadic tribes, and the cruel faces of those who bullied them. As the light grew stronger, her body slowly floated into the air.

The nomadic tribe's cheers suddenly stopped, like a string being plucked. Fear surged across their faces like a tide, and everyone's eyes were filled with astonishment and despair.

Yu Shanshan slowly opened her eyes, two blazing flames burning within them, their sharp gleams shooting out in all directions like lightning. Her movements were as gentle as a gentle breeze, yet the air around her suddenly twisted violently, as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

An indescribable force suddenly erupted from her, sweeping through like a raging storm. This force was so overwhelming that hundreds of enemies didn't even have time to react before being mercilessly struck. Their bodies, like fragile straws, were flung through the air, tracing tragic arcs. Blood splattered like raindrops, forming a crimson mist in the air, filled with the pungent smell of blood.

In a matter of moments, hundreds of enemies fell, lifeless bodies strewn across the battlefield. Their bodies piled like a mountain, as if telling the world of the brutality of this battle. The light around Yu Shanshan gradually faded, her body weakened from excessive exertion. Every step seemed arduous, as if she were carrying a heavy burden.

Yet, her gaze remained as firm as a rock. She knew she had to survive, not only for herself but also for the well-being of the people living along the border. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her steps. Each step was filled with determination and perseverance, as if challenging fate.

She dragged her heavy feet, slowly walking off into the distance. Behind her lay the deadly silence of the battlefield. The once bustling clamor and cries of battle had vanished, replaced by a heart-wrenching stillness. Yu Shanshan seemed so alone in this stillness, yet her steps never hesitated. A flame of faith burned within her, illuminating her path forward.

Yu Shanshan landed gently on the ground. The light radiating from her body didn't diminish, but instead grew even brighter. Only then did people see that the light on her body was forming strange patterns, a symbol of the awakening of her miraculous bloodline. It turned out that her bloodline, inherited from the ancient spirit race, possessed the ability to control the vital energy of heaven and earth and deter all evil.

But Yu Shanshan knew this was only a temporary surge; her body was reaching its limit. She glanced at the remnants of the nomadic tribe, her eyes a warning. The survivors, their faces filled with fear, fled. Yu Shanshan took a deep breath and began channeling the power of her bloodline to repair herself.

As the light flickered, her damaged meridians gradually healed, and her lost Qi and blood slowly returned. She understood that this battle was only the beginning; for the sake of the people living along the border, she must uncover more secrets of her bloodline. After her body had recovered slightly, Yu Shanshan walked towards the border town, her back unwavering, the power emanating from her miraculous bloodline looming around her, as if foreshadowing her extraordinary future.

After returning to town, Yu Shanshan found a quiet place to retreat and cultivate. She sat cross-legged on the ground, forming hand seals, attempting to delve deeper into the power of her bloodline. As she meditated, the light within her bloodline shone again, traveling along the eight extraordinary meridians.

Suddenly, a blurry image emerged in her mind, a scene of an ancient Eldar ancestor unleashing a powerful spell. She concentrated, trying to see it more clearly. In the image, the ancestor waved his hands, and the vital energy of heaven and earth transformed into tangible objects, either blades or shields.

Yu Shanshan's mind stirred, and she imitated the movements of her predecessors, attempting to mobilize her vital energy. Initially, it wasn't smooth, the energy was chaotic and disorganized. But she constantly adjusted her breathing rhythm, and finally succeeded in condensing a small blade of light.

At that moment, she felt a sharp pain deep within her veins, as if something was preventing her from exploring further. Yu Shanshan gritted her teeth and persevered, sweat soaking her clothes. The pain intensified, but she refused to give up. Finally, the obstruction dissipated, and she was able to control her vital energy more freely. She knew she was one step closer to fully exploring the power of her bloodline.