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

From Cuiping's perspective, the woman who beheaded Lin Yudong and Lin Yuyao, this account describes the deaths of the two sisters and her own fate. (This description is from Cuiping's own perspective, the same applies below. Author's note) My name is Cuiping, and I am the sharpest knife in Young Master Wang's wield. In this world of the survival of the fittest, I am known for my ruthlessness.

Today, another reckless individual has attempted to disloyalty to the Young Master. That girl, Lin Yudong, relies on her martial arts skills to challenge the Young Master's authority. I sneered, swung my long sword, and easily decapitated her.

I stood beside her body, my eyes revealing indifference and cruelty. My appearance was carefully dressed up, and the heavy makeup made me look more gorgeous and dangerous.

I wore an exaggerated lip gloss, a unique color, like a ripe cherry, bright and juicy, a unique purple-black. It exuded a frivolous and wanton aura, as if announcing my unruly and arrogant nature to the world.

My eye makeup is deep and sharp, my thick lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and a cold glint flickers in my gaze. Deep purple eyeshadow smeared in my eye sockets shimmers like stars in the night sky, interwoven with black eyeliner for a more mysterious and alluring look. My cheeks, accentuated by blush, have a faint flush, yet a tinge of sickly paleness, like a plum blossom covered in ice and snow, delicate yet deadly.

I wore a tight-fitting black gown. The fabric was smooth as silk, clinging to my body and outlining my graceful curves. The neckline was plunging low, revealing my fair skin and delicate collarbone. The sleeves were made of translucent tulle, revealing the contours of my arms. A red belt, studded with glittering gemstones, tied around my waist, complemented my lipstick and added a touch of allure and allure. My skirt was slit high, swaying gently with my steps, revealing my slender legs. Like an elf in the night, I exuded an alluring charm.

I kicked Lin Yudong in the head and said contemptuously, "You think you can resist the young master? You are too naive." My voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of mercy. In this cruel world, I am the queen who rules over life and death, and no one can challenge my authority.

Everyone around me looked at me with admiration, and I was filled with pride. I am the young master's patron saint. Those who harbor evil intentions will become the souls of my sword. From now on, if anyone dares to have second thoughts about the young master, Lin Yudong will be their example. I will use my ruthlessness and decisiveness to protect the young master's authority and let everyone know the consequences of offending the young master. Then I chopped off the head of Lin Yudong's sister, Lin Yuyao, and the two sisters became the souls of my sword. Of course, because Lin Yuyao was tied up and unable to move, it was even easier to chop off her head, making her born on the same day as her sister, and die on the same day as her sister!

Because I've been with the Young Master for so long, even at thirteen, I've been by his side for thirteen years now, starting with my training at the age of two or three and continuing to fight for him for five or six years now (I've been his assassin and thug since I was less than eight). My current realm has reached the Minor Success Stage of the Earth Realm, and my reputation is growing, and I've become increasingly arrogant and domineering. I no longer take ordinary people seriously, even daring to challenge masters of lesser cultivation. The Young Master turns a blind eye to my actions; he needs people like me to clear obstacles for him.

However, the gears of fate quietly turned, and a great crisis was quietly approaching. The day after I beheaded the sisters Lin Yudong and Lin Yuyao, the young master obtained a rare treasure, attracting the covetousness of various forces. Among them, a master at the peak of the Earth Realm, upon hearing about the treasure, came to seize it personally.

This expert's name was Leng Yue, and his swordsmanship was unparalleled and renowned far and wide. When he appeared before us, I couldn't help but feel a surge of unease. However, I was confident in my martial arts prowess, already a formidable figure in the Earth Realm, and with the support of the young master, I stood forth fearlessly.

"Who are you? You dare to rob the young master's things? You are simply seeking death!" I shouted loudly, swung the long knife in my hand, and took an attacking posture.

Leng Yue sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "You dare to stop me? You're like a mantis trying to stop a chariot." Finally, I found Leng Yue's weakness and used my most powerful move.

With that, he flashed and lunged at me like a ghost. I felt a flash of cold light before my eyes, and a sharp sword energy came towards me. I quickly swung my sword to block it, but the sword energy was too strong, and my long sword was easily shaken away.

My heart suddenly tightened and my body trembled involuntarily. Before I could come to my senses, I felt a chill in my face, followed by an icy touch on my throat.

However, Leng Yue easily avoided my attack, swung his hand back, and the sharp sword light slashed across my throat.

I looked closely and saw Leng Yue holding a long sword. The blade flashed with cold light, and the cold blade was pressed tightly against my skin, as if it would pierce my throat at any moment. I could even feel the sharpness of the sword. If he used just a little more force, my head would be separated from my body.

"Are you scared now?" Leng Yue's voice rang in my ears, cold and mocking. "Unfortunately, it's too late!"

A surge of resentment welled up in my heart. How could I possibly die so easily at his hands? I gritted my teeth and used all my strength to break free from his grip, but his strength was too great. My struggle was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it was completely futile.

At this critical moment, Leng Yue's movements suddenly became as fast as a ghost. He flipped his wrist suddenly, and the sharp sword blade that was originally hidden in his sleeve slashed across my throat like lightning!

In an instant, a heart-wrenching pain hit me like a raging wave. I felt as if my throat was torn apart, and a stream of boiling blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain! The blood splashed on my face and body, bringing a burning sting and making me feel the fear of death.

The blood splattered onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of crimson. I opened my mouth, wanting to scream, but found my throat had been cut, making no sound at all. I tried to struggle, but it was as if all the strength had been drained from my body, leaving it limp and completely unresponsive.

I stared at Leng Yue with my eyes wide open, filled with resentment and anger. My eyeballs were bloodshot from the excessive force, and I felt as if they were about to burst. I clenched my teeth, my lips trembling slightly, and the rage in my heart erupted like a volcano.

I'm unwilling to die so easily. I still have so much unfinished business! I must protect the Young Master, I must keep him safe! My mind keeps flashing back to every moment I spent with the Young Master, those beautiful memories playing before my eyes like a movie. I think of the happy times we shared, and his training in my martial arts! I still have so much to do, how can I end my life like this?

However, the shadow of death relentlessly enveloped me. I could feel my consciousness gradually fading, as if being dragged by an invisible force, falling towards an endless abyss of darkness. I desperately tried to grasp that last ray of clarity, to keep myself awake, but the force was too strong, and I was unable to resist it.

The people around me stared at me in horror, their eyes filled with pity and fear. I could sense their emotions, but they meant nothing to me. I didn't care what they thought, I only cared about the Young Master. As long as the Young Master was safe, even if I died, it would be a worthy death...

I felt a sharp pain, and blood gushed from my throat. My eyes widened, I stared at the young master, searching for a trace of guilt on his face. With great difficulty, I turned my head and took one last look at him. I hoped he would remember everything I had done for him, that he would continue to live a good life after I left. But his expression chilled me to the bone. There was no trace of sadness in his eyes, only coldness and emotionlessness.

At this moment, I finally understood: I was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of the young master. Once I lost my usefulness, he would abandon me without a second thought. I had given him everything, yet he had discarded me so easily.

Endless resentment and regret flooded my heart. I couldn't accept this outcome. I hated myself for being so foolish, for believing the young master's lies. I hated myself for not being able to protect myself and for being forced to be manipulated.

But it was too late, I could not change the fact. I could only close my eyes forever with a heart full of resentment and regret.

In the darkness, I seemed to hear the young master's laughter. That laughter was like a sharp sword, deeply hurting my heart.

The young master's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile. His eyes flashed with contempt and disdain, as if he was looking at a lowly ant.

"Do you think I'll be grateful to you just because you've done so much for me?" The young master's voice was filled with sarcasm. "You're just a tool I used. You're no longer of any value."

He slowly approached me, each step seeming to step on my heart. I could feel the indifference and ruthlessness emanating from him, a sense of oppression that made me unable to breathe.

Suddenly, a frightening flash of cold light flashed by like lightning. I felt a sudden chill in my throat, followed by a piercing pain. My eyes widened in shock, my gaze fixed on the gleaming blade in the young master's hand. I saw the incredibly sharp blade had already sunk deep into my throat, as if to sever my life.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, a crimson torrent that quickly stained my clothes and the young master's once pristine hands. That shocking red, like the color of my life, gradually faded as the blood flowed.

My eyes widened, staring at the Young Master in disbelief, unable to accept what was happening before my eyes. Just moments before, Leng Yue had brutally slashed my throat, and now, the Young Master had once again raised that deadly blade and lunged at me without a trace of mercy or hesitation.

I desperately tried to struggle, to move my body to avoid this fatal blow, but my body was like under a spell, completely unresponsive. I could only watch helplessly as the gleaming cold blade once again ruthlessly dug into my throat, causing even more intense pain than before, as if it was tearing my soul apart.

Blood gushed from my throat like a flood, and I could feel my life force rapidly draining away with the surging blood. I stared helplessly at the young master's cold, indifferent face, my heart filled with despair and resentment. Why? Why did he treat me so cruelly?

I don't understand why the young master treated me like this? I once trusted him so much, but he treated me so cruelly. I can't bear to die like this. I still have so many things to do and so many people to meet.

In the last moments of my life, I used all my strength to roar, to ask the young master why he did this. But I could only utter a faint groan, which was quickly drowned out by the pool of blood.

My hands fell limply to the ground, my eyes widened in disbelief, and I left this world forever with a heart full of resentment and regret.

I tried to make a sound, but all I could come out was a low whimper. My body gradually lost its strength, and I collapsed to the ground, feeling my life slipping away.

In the last moments of my life, I saw the young master's cold face, his eyes devoid of any mercy. I used up my last bit of strength to try to grab the hem of his clothes, but it was in vain.

However, the young master's face was filled with a disgusting sneer. He looked at me as if I were a ridiculous clown.

The resentment in my heart erupted like a volcano. I used up my last bit of strength to try to grab the edge of the young master's clothes. But he coldly shook my hand off and turned away.

I fell to the ground, blood staining the ground red, and my body gradually grew cold. A warm liquid flowed between my thighs, the trace of my incontinence. However, this was not the end. The atrocities of the young master and the other servants had just begun.

They looked at me coldly, without a trace of pity in their eyes. The young master took advantage of my inability to move, stripped off my clothes, and began to abuse my still-warm body with a cruel smile on his face. The other servants followed suit, wantonly insulting my corpse.

My body was ravaged beyond recognition and my once beautiful face became distorted.

Blood continued to flow from my wounds, merging with the blood on the ground to form a shocking pool of red. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made me sick.

The laughter of the young master and the servants echoed in my ears, a sound full of malice and ridicule. They took pleasure in insulting my corpse, completely disregarding my past efforts and feelings.

At this moment, I felt immense despair and anger. My soul struggled in agony, unable to escape this endless torment. I refused to be trampled upon by them, unwilling to accept the lowliness of my life.

However, I was powerless and could only endure it all silently. My eyes gradually lost their luster, and the breath of life slowly faded. Finally, with my eyes wide open and a heart full of resentment and regret, I left this world forever.