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

The setting sun shone like blood, shattering the last glimmer of brightness in the sky. On the desolate ancient battlefield, the shattered walls cast a sinister shadow in the twilight. A howling wind whirled up dead leaves and dust, making a whimpering sound, as if telling of the tragedy and desolation that had once ravaged this place. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, making one nauseous.

Chen Xi stood gracefully in the center of a relatively empty ruin, her pristine white dress rustling in the wind, like a petal stubbornly blooming in the dark night. Her face was pale, but her clear eyes burned with an unyielding fire. In her hand, she clutched a simple wooden sword. Though dull, it emanated a faint aura. It was the magical weapon passed down from her family—the "Qinglan." As the last descendant of the Chen family, and one of the few practitioners capable of drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, she shouldered the heavy responsibility of stopping the demon before her from wreaking havoc on the world.

Across from her, dozens of steps away, a towering figure stood like an iron tower. It was Heisha, a demonic figure feared throughout the martial arts world. He wore a tattered black cape, barely concealing the muscular build and hideous scars beneath. His face was covered by a demonic mask, revealing only a pair of eyes gleaming crimson, a gaze like from the depths of hell, a chilling sight. In his hand, a strangely shaped long sword dragged diagonally across the ground. The blade was broad and heavy, and the handle was carved with a hideous ghost head. It was the weapon for which he had become famous—the Ghost Head Blade.

"Chen Xi, the last little girl of the Chen family," Heisha's voice was hoarse and low, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing together, filled with undisguised mockery and murderous intent. "Do you think you can stop me with your meager skills?"

Chen Xi took a deep breath, suppressing the fear within. She knew this would be the most difficult battle of her life, perhaps even her last. "Heisha, you have slaughtered the martial arts world and harmed all living things. You deserve death by all means! My Chen family has guarded this seal for generations, and we will not tolerate your insolence!" Her voice, though clear, carried an undeniable firmness.

"Seal? Hahaha..." Heisha laughed wildly, his laughter echoing in the empty ruins, stirring up waves of echoes and adding to the eerie atmosphere. "That rubbish has long been unable to trap me! Today, not only will I break that damn seal, I will also grind all of you self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites into dust!"

Before he finished speaking, a red light flashed in Heisha's eyes, and a powerful malevolent aura gushed out of him like a substance, instantly sweeping across the battlefield. The sky seemed even darker, and the wind grew harsher. The gravel and dust on the ground were swept up by this malevolent aura, forming small black vortexes.

Chen Xi's heart tightened, immediately sensing the other party's unfathomable strength. This Black Demon's cultivation was far greater than she had anticipated! But retreating at this moment would be doomed. Her eyes glared, her spiritual energy rapidly circulating, she muttered something, and her hands formed complex spells.

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the fundamental root of all things. I have cultivated for hundreds of millions of kalpas and proven my magical powers!"

As the incantation rang out, the Qinglan wooden sword in Chen Xi's hand emitted a crisp humming sound, and the blade glowed brightly. She put her fingers together like a sword, slashing at the ground, and shouted softly, "Rise!"

Instantly, with Chen Xi at the center, mysterious runes emerged from the ground, illuminating with a soft green light and quickly connecting into a massive magic circle. The magic circle activated, activating the water spirit veins deep underground.

"Go!" Chen Xi shouted softly and pointed the wooden sword forward.

From the center of the formation, a dark green, viscous liquid suddenly gushed out. As if controlled by an invisible force, it rapidly expanded and deformed in the air. This dark green liquid was no ordinary substance; it was "Netherworld Mysterious Water," drawn from deep within the earth by Chen Xi, using his own spiritual energy and the power of the formation. This substance was extremely cold and viscous, specifically designed to counteract evil spirits and even restrict the enemy's movements.

The dark green liquid transformed into a massive net in mid-air, its edges shimmering with a faint green light. Like a net descending from the heavens, it descended upon Black Evil with a suffocating chill. The mesh was fine, and spiritual energy flowed through it, clearly a trap intended to entrap Black Evil, tightly enveloping him and rendering him unable to move.

This "Mysterious Water Soul Binding Formation" was one of Chen Xi's most powerful skills, consuming a great deal of her mental and spiritual energy. She had to succeed in her first strike, or else, she would have no chance. The dark green net moved with incredible speed, almost instantly enveloping the space where Heisha was, completely impenetrable, blocking all his escape routes.

Chen Xi's heart leaped into her throat as she stared intently at the dark green net that was about to close, beads of sweat already forming on her palms. She could feel the Netherworld Mysterious Water frantically eroding the evil spirit emanating from Black Demon, making a sizzling sound like boiling oil meeting cold water.

However, facing this sudden and fatal attack, Heisha remained remarkably calm. He didn't even move an inch, only narrowing his scarlet eyes as he studied the dark green net that was about to touch his body.

"Humph! A little trick!"

The corners of Heisha's mouth curled up slightly, and even through the mask, one could sense the sneer of disdain. He snorted coldly, his voice filled with contempt.

After saying that, Heisha moved!

His rock-hard body erupted with astonishing speed and strength. He swung the dagger in his hand with a sudden, no-nonsense move, a simple horizontal slash.

But when this knife was swung, it seemed to stir up the evil spirit between heaven and earth!

"Om-!"

A dull humming sound echoed, and the ghost-headed knife unleashed a gust of extremely sharp wind. This wind was no ordinary blade wind, but rather the howling of countless wronged souls, forming a visible black whirlwind that rapidly swirled around the blade. This whirlwind was filled with destructive force, tearing the air apart wherever it passed, emitting a sharp, piercing whistling sound, as if even space itself was being shredded by this force.

The black whirlwind carried the ghost-head knife, like a giant beast awakened from the ancient times, sweeping towards the dark green net of Netherworld Mysterious Water with an indomitable and overwhelming momentum!

Chen Xi's eyes widened, her pupils suddenly constricting! She could clearly sense the terrifying power contained in Heisha's blade! It was pure destruction, slaughter, and the evil spirit condensed from the resentful souls of countless living beings!

"No!" A strong sense of unease and fear surged within her. She attempted to mobilize her remaining spiritual energy, activating the magic circle to make the Netherworld Mysterious Water thicker and more resilient, to withstand Black Evil's devastating blow. The spiritual light on the Qinglan wooden sword shone once more, and the runes in the magic circle on the ground also flickered, attempting to provide stronger support for the net.

However, it was all too late!

Heisha's speed was too fast, and the power of the black whirlwind was too overbearing!

"Tsk-!"

It was like the sound of cloth being torn by a sharp blade, but it was more harsh and more heart-wrenching.

The ghost-headed knife, swirling with a black whirlwind, easily pierced the dark green net of Netherworld Mysterious Water like tofu! The Mysterious Water, so resilient that it could trap even ordinary masters, seemed vulnerable before the sheer force. Like an ignited mountain torrent, the dark green liquid splattered in all directions, spilling onto the ground with a sizzling, corroding sound, carving small pits into the solid rock.

Having broken through the Xuanshui net, Heisha's ghost-headed knife continued its momentum, carrying that black whirlwind with it, like a cannonball, and continued to rush towards Chen Xi! The blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a dark trail. The scarlet blade light flashed in the twilight, as if it wanted to harvest Chen Xi's soul as well!

Chen Xi's pupils reflected the rapidly enlarging blade light and the ferocious ghost-headed hilt. Her heart felt as if it were being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, nearly stopping. She tried to dodge, but her body seemed to be firmly fixed by an invisible force, unable to move at all! That was the domain of the black evil spirit. Within this domain, the enemy's movements would be greatly restricted.

Most of her spiritual energy had already been consumed when she activated the Mysterious Water Soul Binding Formation. Facing the devastating blow from Black Demon, her spiritual energy stagnated, leaving her no time to mount an effective defense. The Qinglan Wooden Sword, though in her hand, felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds, making it difficult to lift.

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly flooded Chen Xi's heart. She saw the cold, ruthless scarlet eyes beneath the Black Demon mask, and the chilling, cold light flashing on the ghost-head knife.

"Pfft——!"

A dull sound of penetration was heard.

The sharp blade of the dagger penetrated Chen Xi's abdomen without any hindrance—her belly button, to be precise. A sharp pain instantly spread throughout Chen Xi's limbs, as if all her internal organs were shattered.

"Ugh—!"

Chen Xi couldn't help but let out a painful groan, her body flying backwards like a kite with a broken string. She drew a poignant arc through the air, and blood gushed out of her mouth, staining her white dress and the desolate earth red, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, a shocking sight.

"boom!"

Chen Xi landed heavily on a pile of rubble a few dozen steps away with a dull thud. She doubled over, coughing violently. Each cough irritated the wound in her abdomen, causing excruciating pain. Blood continued to flow from her mouth, quickly forming a small pool beneath her.

Her face turned pale as paper, devoid of any color. The light in her once bright eyes quickly dimmed, leaving only a deep despair and unwillingness. She could clearly feel her life force, like sand in an hourglass, rapidly draining from the horrific wound. The pain in her abdomen had numbed, replaced by a chill that penetrated deep into her bones.

Heisha looked at the dying Chen Xi lying on the ground and slowly retracted his ghost-head knife. The blood stained on the blade dripped down the ghost's eyes and mouth, making a "tick-tick" sound on the ground, like a countdown to death. His movements were slow, like a playful cat and mouse.

"With just this little ability, you dare to become my enemy?" Heisha spoke again, his voice filled with the arrogance and disdain of a victor. "The Chen family is nothing more than that."

He slowly approached Chen Xi, each step a tread on the hearts of the crowd. His black cape trailed behind him, leaving a dark trail. The ghost-headed knife in his hand still gleamed with a cold, eerie gleam. The ferocious head seemed to mock Chen Xi's presumption, yet also thirsty for more blood. He seemed ready to strike again, to deliver a fatal blow, to put an end to this frivolous game once and for all.

The howling wind continued, stirring up dust and the blood foam coughed up by Chen Xi. The setting sun's rays shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, illuminating Chen Xi's pale, despairing face, adding a touch of desolation.

Chen Xi raised her head with difficulty, her scattered gaze focused as she looked at the approaching Black Demon. The demonic mask looked even more terrifying in the setting sun. She tried to say something, perhaps a curse, perhaps a roar of resignation, but only a hoarse sound came out of her throat, and more blood gushed out.

She felt her consciousness gradually blurring, her body growing colder and colder, as if she had fallen into an endless ice cellar. The spiritual energy within her body was like a dried-up river, unable to mobilize even a single bit. The Qinglan wooden sword fell to the side, its spiritual light completely gone, like ordinary wood.

Is it over? Is it over just like that?

The light in her eyes seemed to flicker faintly, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment, yet stubbornly burning with a last ray of light. She used up the last bit of her strength, trying to raise her hand and point at Heisha, but her fingertips trembled slightly, and she didn't even have the strength to lift it.

Heisha had already walked in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly, as if she were an ant. "What? Any last words?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Chen Xi looked at him, his lips moving as if he was saying something. Heisha leaned forward slightly and listened.

At this moment, a gleam of determination suddenly flashed in Chen Xi's eyes! With her remaining hand, she pulled out a grenade from her bosom at incredible speed and threw it at Heisha. With a violent explosion, the building where Heisha was located was blown into ruins.

In the distance, Heisha struggled to crawl out of the ruins, covered in blood and in a state of disarray. A massive wound on his chest, deep enough to reveal the bone, continuously flowed black blood. His breathing had become disordered and much weaker, clearly having sustained significant injuries from Chen Xi's self-explosion.

"Damn it! Damn you little bitch!" Heisha roared angrily, clutching his wound. He hadn't expected to be injured like this by a dying man. This filled him with unprecedented shame and rage.

He gazed into the charred pit, his eyes flickering crimson, filled with venom. "Even if you possess this evil object capable of collapsing buildings, so what? I'm still the victor!"

He struggled to his feet, dragging his injured body towards the forgotten sealed place in the center of the battlefield. The ghost-headed knife rested on the ground, supporting his shaky body, leaving intermittent black bloodstains along the way.

The setting sun sank completely into the western mountains, and night began to fall. Darkness, like a tide, engulfed this ancient battlefield, ravaged by vicissitudes. Only the stumbling, determined figure of Heisha in the distance, and the occasional flash of the cold light from the ghost-headed knife in his hand, foreshadowed a greater disaster, perhaps about to come.

Chen Xi was dead, but could her sacrifice truly stop the Black Evil? No one knew. The wind on the ancient battlefield still wailed, as if playing a mournful elegy for the fallen young female general. And the dark green Netherworld Mysterious Water had long since dried up, leaving only corrosive marks on the ground, like her unfinished mission, deeply imprinted on this land.