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

"Mo Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you...doing well?"

boom!

It was like thunder exploding in the sky, sending shockwaves through Mo Chen's body, his blood seemingly freezing in an instant. He spun around abruptly, his face pale as paper, his eyes wide open as he stared intently at the direction of the sound.

In front of the martial arts stage, a figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

It was a woman, tall and straight, completely different from the gentle and docile Lin Wei in her memory. She wore a tight, dark purple leather armor with spiritual patterns. The leather's sheen shone with a cold, hard texture in the dim light, outlining her powerful curves.

The most eye-catching thing is the dazzling array of rings on her body - a small and exquisite silver tongue ring appears and disappears with her breath, and on her lips is a lip ring made of the same material, connected to a thin chain, which sways slightly with her movements; on the tip of her straight nose, a small obsidian nose ring gleams with a faint light; around her neck, wrists, ankles, and even waist, there are metal rings and chains with ancient styles and engraved with strange runes. As she walks, they make a small and crisp collision sound, but with a strange rhythm that makes people's heart palpitate.

Her skin looked exceptionally fair against the backdrop of the spiritually patterned leather armor, and her eyes, which had once been as clear as water, were now as deep as the abyss. The depths of her pupils seemed to be burning with the flames of the underworld, cold, eerie, and filled with deep hatred.

In the center of her flat abdomen, a unique navel ring adorns her belly button. Woven from fine silver thread, it resembles a blooming flower, its petals delicate and lifelike. A dazzling gemstone nestles in its center, emitting a mysterious glow that complements the other jewels on her body, further enhancing her allure and charm. Furthermore, a hidden clitoris ring within her genitals offers a unique allure to those who interact with her.

That voice! That tone! Even after so many days, even though her temperament had completely changed, Mo Chen still recognized it instantly!

is her! It's really her!

Lin Wei! The Lin Wei he had killed with his own hands and who had fallen to the bottom of the cliff, had actually returned!

"No... Impossible!" Mo Chen stumbled back, his back slamming heavily against the cold wall with a dull thud. His voice was hoarse and incoherent, his face filled with utter fear and disbelief. "You're clearly dead! I saw you with my own eyes... I saw your breath cease, your body stone cold! I pierced your throat with my own hands! My finger sword was laced with the poison 'Erosion Powder', which even a warrior at the Minor Success stage of the Heavenly Realm couldn't withstand. How could you still be alive?!"

He instinctively reached for his throat, as if he could still feel the touch of the sword piercing his flesh, and Lin Wei's final look of despair and disbelief. That look, like a maggot on his tarsal bone, had haunted him for years, leaving him drenched in cold sweats in his dreams. He thought that if she died, everything would be over, and he could peacefully enjoy everything her death had brought him—the essence of her Supreme Yin Body and her internal energy, all drained of her by his forced rape with the Dual Cultivation Cauldron, and... his current Heavenly Realm Great Accomplishment.

"Death?" Lin Wei smiled softly, a smile spreading across her icy face, yet it was even more chilling than crying. It was a smile mingled with endless pain, madness, and resentment. "Thanks to you, Mo Chen, I did die once. The icy abyss at the bottom of the cliff, the suffocating pain, the excruciating pain of the bone-eating mist… I will never forget it."

She slowly raised her right hand. Her fingers were long and slender, their nails neatly trimmed, and the tips of her fingers shone with a faint golden glow. With a thought, a fine golden vine pattern spread from her fingertips, quickly covering the back of her hand and even extending up her arm, disappearing beneath the spiritually patterned leather armor. It was the symbol of the Lin family priests' inheritance—the golden vine pattern!

"However, the King of Hell seemed to think that dying like this before I'd even taken my revenge was too easy for me, and for you as well." Lin Wei's voice calmed down, yet with a sense of impending doom. "So, I'm back. I've crawled back from hell for just one thing..."

Her gaze was like the sharpest blade, scraping across Mo Chen's terrified and twisted face inch by inch, and finally stopped at his throat, as if she was looking at a prisoner who had already been sentenced to death.

"Come back... to take your life!"

The moment the words fell, Lin Wei moved!

There was no earth-shaking outburst of momentum, no lengthy accumulation of strength. Her figure seemed to turn into a ghostly shadow, leaving a faint afterimage on the spot. The next moment, she appeared in front of Mo Chen!

The speed is so fast that it far exceeds Mo Chen's reaction limit!

Mo Chen's pupils suddenly constricted. In this life-or-death situation, the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Realm within him raced furiously. He crossed his arms in front of him, simultaneously channeling his protective energy to try to block the sudden, fatal blow. He couldn't believe that Lin Wei, whose cultivation was far inferior to his, who could even be described as weak, now possessed such terrifying speed and aura! This aura... was unfathomable, and it even hinted at surpassing his own!

"Peak of the Heavenly Realm?! Impossible! How could you possibly reach the peak of the Heavenly Realm?!" Mo Chen's heart was filled with turmoil, and a sense of despair instantly overwhelmed him. He had cultivated for years, barely reaching the peak of the Heavenly Realm, only one step away from the peak, yet he could not break through. And Lin Wei, who was supposed to be dead and had only reached the peak of the Earthly Realm before her death, had now ascended four realms in a row, reaching the realm he had always dreamed of!

But at this moment, he had no time to dwell on it. Lin Wei's hand, shimmering with a faint golden glow and covered in golden vine patterns, had already thrust itself straight into his throat with an unmatched sharpness! The spiritual power concentrated in those fingertips, its sharpness far surpassed any divine weapon in the world! This was the secret technique passed down by the Lin family priests—the Finger Sword! Using the finger as a sword, it embodied the power of the laws of heaven and earth!

"Pfft!"

There was a slight sound, like a sharp knife cutting through silk.

The protective true energy and crossed arms that Mo Chen was proud of were like paper in front of Lin Wei's seemingly light finger, and were instantly pierced through!

The sharp fingertips pierced into Mo Chen's throat without any hindrance, with incredible precision, exactly the same as the place where he pierced Lin Wei's throat that year!

Mo Chen's eyes widened, his mouth opened, but no sound emanated. Only blood gushed out from the wound in his throat, staining his clothes red and splashing onto Lin Wei's cold face. He could clearly feel his vitality rapidly draining away along with the blood. The excruciating pain in his throat was even worse than what he had inflicted on Lin Wei that year.

He looked at Lin Wei's face so close to him. There was no emotion in those cold eyes, only the calmness of revenge, and a hint of... relief?

"Why...why..." Mo Chen used up his last bit of strength and squeezed out a few unclear syllables from his throat, his eyes full of unwillingness and confusion.

Lin Wei didn't answer him. She slowly pulled her finger free, the blood stained from her fingertips dripping down her fingertips, creating dazzling bloodstains on the ground. She watched as Mo Chen clutched his throat, his body sliding limply to the ground. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and finally lost all life, his face frozen in extreme fear and disbelief.

Mo Chen, a genius of his generation and once a glorious figure, died at the hands of the "ghost" he created with his own hands. His death was exactly the same as when he killed Lin Wei a few days ago.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

Silence returned to the field, leaving only the sound of Lin Wei's heavy breathing and the clatter of her jewelry. The smell of blood filled the air, pungent and strong.

Lin Wei lowered her head, looking at Mo Chen's body on the ground. She slowly raised her finger, the bright red at her fingertips burning her eyes like a brand. Years of nightmares, years of hatred, finally came to a bloody end at this moment.

She slowly closed her eyes, and a line of tears finally slid down from the corner of her eyes, mixing with the blood on her face and winding down. It wasn't sadness, but the pain, grievance, and endless exhaustion that had been suppressed for too long. At this moment, accompanied by the catharsis of revenge, it burst out.

"Mo Chen... I've finally avenged you..." she whispered silently, her voice choking with sobs. A few days ago, Mo Chen had attacked and killed her in an attempt to steal her spiritually patterned leather armor and the cauldron-like internal energy and essence of her Extreme Yin Sacred Body. Her vital energy had been drained, her internal energy completely drained. The root of all this was the cold, icy man before her.

After a long moment, Lin Wei opened her eyes. The tears had vanished, replaced by a clear and resolute expression. She raised her hand and wiped the blood and tears from her face with her sleeve. The icy aura around her gradually receded, leaving only the calmness of someone who had experienced life and death, and revenge.

She turned away, no longer glancing at the corpse, as if it were just a piece of discarded trash. The rings on her body still jingled, but now they sounded less eerie and more solemn and powerful.

The revenge was over, but her life had just begun anew.