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

When Yu Shanshan and I interrogated the female soldiers, they confessed that the drug they'd given Liu Yuan contained their sect's rebirth-inhibiting drug. Several of them hadn't been present during the previous crackdown, thus escaping the attack. Recently, during their playful encounters, Liu Yuan revealed that they'd gained the power of rebirth. This was why they'd laced her drug with their sect's rebirth-inhibiting drug, along with a drug that limited her power. This paralyzed her, leaving her vulnerable to their manipulation, leading to their assassination. Following their explanation, I quickly administered a resurrection drug to Liu Yuan, which, after all, was immune to the rebirth-inhibiting drug. As expected, the system's power was still potent. The Islamic rebirth-inhibiting drug had lost its effect on Liu Yuan, the Great Zhou female general, and she revived as before. Liu Yuan's resurrection stunned the female soldiers, leaving them filled with resentment. Liu Yuan's face was gloomy, her eyes etched with determination and coldness. Holding a long sword, she stepped towards the female soldiers bound at the palace gates.

The first female soldier was tall, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes revealed a stubborn and unyielding spirit. Without hesitation, Liu Yuan raised her long knife and plunged it into her abdomen. The soldier let out a shrill scream, and blood gushed out, spattering Liu Yuan's hands and clothes. Her eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness, as if cursing Liu Yuan.

The second female soldier was a petite woman, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips painted bright red. Liu Yuan looked at her coldly, then slashed her throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the ground in a shocking pool. The soldier's eyes widened, a gurgling sound emanated from her throat, and her body gradually collapsed.

The third female soldier was a voluptuous woman, her figure curvy and sculpted, her curves accentuated by the tight-fitting uniform. Liu Yuan thrust the long knife into her chest with all her might, then twisted it sharply, crushing the soldier's heart. Blood gushed from her mouth, staining the surrounding ground red.

The fourth female soldier was like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the cold of winter, so cold and beautiful that no one dared to approach easily. Her eyes, as deep as autumn water, gleamed with a subtle glint of contempt and disdain, as if nothing in the world could catch her eye.

At this moment, Liu Yuan's face was as gloomy as water as she stepped towards the cold and beautiful female soldier. A flash of cold light flashed in her hand, and with lightning speed, the sharp blade stabbed straight into the female soldier's abdomen. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere! However, the female soldier gritted her teeth, not uttering a single cry of pain. Despite this, her once cold eyes were now filled with pain and despair, like a lone boat in a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Liu Yuan didn't stop. Instead, she gripped the knife handle with both hands and swung it violently. With a muffled "puff," the soldier's intestines were ripped apart by the immense force. Then, like a torn piece of cloth, her abdomen was completely ripped open. Her small, cherry-like mouth gaped open in agony, and crimson blood gushed out like a fountain. At the same time, her long, straight legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if in a final, dying struggle.

Finally, with a slow exhale, the female soldier slowly drew her last breath. From beginning to end, Liu Yuan's movements were swift, brutal, and precise. Each strike was like the scythe of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the female soldiers. Their shrill screams echoed endlessly outside the palace gates, weaving into a chilling symphony of death. Yet, even in the face of such horrific scenes, Liu Yuan's face remained untouched by a trace of pity. Instead, she maintained an expression of indifference as cold as a thousand years of ice and an unwavering determination.

The fifth female soldier had neatly cropped hair and a look of fear in her eyes, like a frightened deer. Liu Yuan approached her and slowly raised her long sword, its blade flashing with a chilling gleam. She gently tapped the soldier's face with the flat of her blade, a gentle gesture that carried a playful air, as if teasing prey that couldn't escape.

Liu Yuan then raised her long sword high, the blade gleaming deadly in the sunlight. With swift and decisive movement, she brought it down on the soldier's head. She tried to dodge, but her body seemed frozen in fear, unable to move. The long sword mercilessly split her skull, sending a mixture of brain matter and blood cascading down like a crimson fountain.

The sixth female soldier looked quite young, her face still tinged with childishness. Her body trembled with extreme fear, tears streaming down her face like a flood. Liu Yuan approached her expressionlessly, her eyes devoid of any pity. With a single swing of her long sword, she instantly severed the soldier's arm, sending blood gushing out onto the ground. The soldier cried out in agony, her voice shrill and desperate. Without a pause, Liu Yuan struck again, slicing through her carotid artery. A stream of blood spurted out like an arrow, staining the surrounding ground red.

The seventh female soldier's hair was matted and dry, and her eyes were fierce, as if she were waging a final struggle against fate. Without hesitation, Liu Yuan plunged the long knife into her abdomen and pulled it sideways. With a sickening sound, her internal organs flowed out, emitting a strong stench. The female soldier's body collapsed to the ground, and her painful moans gradually faded.

The eighth female soldier, a beautiful woman, now wore a face etched with fear, her face pale as a sheet. Liu Yuan plunged her long knife into her thigh and thrust upward, tearing flesh apart and exposing the bare bones. The soldier fainted from the pain, but Liu Yuan didn't stop. She struck again, piercing her heart. The sound of a breaking heart echoed in the air, chilling the very bones.

The ninth female soldier was frail, her eyes filled with despair. Liu Yuan grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her neck to tilt back. Then, with a sharp blow from her knife, she severed her head. It rolled to the side, staining the ground red with blood.

The tenth female soldier was already terrified, her body limp to the ground, unable to move. Without even a second glance, Liu Yuan plunged her long knife into her chest, then fiercely pulled it out. The soldier's body twitched a few times, then fell still. With that, all the female soldiers involved in her murder had been punished. Liu Yuan discarded the long knife and walked alone into the unknown depths of the palace. Her figure receded into the darkness, leaving behind only endless silence and bloodshed, like a deathly abyss.

After dealing with the ten female soldiers, Liu Yuan stood there, her body stained with blood. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling no guilt at all, for these women had attempted to murder her first. She turned, dragging her long sword with her, and slowly walked deeper into the palace. She left the ten horrible bodies lying in front of the palace gate. The sunlight cast a bloody and horrifying light, and the revenge and execution came to an end.