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

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the sky a shocking crimson. The air was thick with the stench of blood, gunpowder, and a nauseating smell of burning. This once fertile land was now riddled with holes; broken walls and ruins, in the twilight, resembled the grotesque skeletons of a monstrous beast, silently recounting the horrific massacre that had recently occurred.

This is Qing Shi Town. Just three days ago, it was a bustling, vibrant town, teeming with life. However, the iron hooves of Guo Yu's rebel army trampled through, bringing only destruction and death. They burned, killed, looted, and committed countless atrocities, turning former homes to ashes and leaving innocent civilians lying in pools of blood. Among them were the comrades and relatives of the six sisters, Lin Xiaowan, Lin Xuan, Lin Xiaohong, Lin Xiaoyan, Bai Jie, and Bai Mei, who were as close as sisters.

At this moment, on this desolate ruin, six figures appeared silently, like vengeful phantoms returning from the depths of hell. They uttered no words, only their eyes burning with a fury and chilling killing intent capable of incinerating everything. Their figures moved swiftly among the broken walls and rubble, like the most agile cheetahs in the night, each step precise and light, making no unnecessary sound, only the fluttering of their garments revealing the turmoil within them.

Lin Xiaowan, the eldest of the six sisters, gripped a long, crimson sword tightly in her hand. This sword, named "Flowing Fire," had a long, narrow blade that reflected an eerie red light in the setting sun, as if forged from congealed blood. Her eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on a small group of rebels not far ahead, clearing the battlefield and carrying their "spoils of war." These rebels had clearly just experienced a "victory," their faces etched with the relief of surviving a close call and the greed for their spoils, completely unaware that death was already creeping in.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xiaowan shot out like an arrow. The pebbles beneath her feet were scattered by her powerful burst of speed, leaving shallow footprints. Her speed was so extreme that she left only a faint red afterimage in the air.

"Enemy attack!" A sharp-eyed rebel finally spotted Lin Xiaowan and cried out in terror. However, before he could finish speaking, the "Flowing Fire" sword in Lin Xiaowan's hand had already transformed into a blazing red rainbow, accompanied by a whistling wind, sweeping towards the rebel ranks like a real fire dragon.

"Shoot-"

Wherever the crimson sword waves passed, the air seemed to ignite. The swords and spears in the rebel soldiers' hands were easily torn apart and melted like paper the moment they came into contact with the sword waves. They didn't even have time to put up any effective resistance before their bodies were cut to pieces by the violent sword waves. Blood, internal organs, severed limbs... mingled together, carried up by the sword waves, forming a terrifying rain of blood in the air.

"Ah—!" The shrill screams rose and fell, but soon stopped abruptly.

Lin Xiaowan's figure moved like a ghost among the rebels. Each swing of her "Flowing Fire" sword claimed one or even several lives. Her swordsmanship was expansive yet exquisite, each strike containing unparalleled power and speed. The red sword light was like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping the lives of these executioners. Her movements were fluid and seamless, as if she were born for battle. Before her, the rebels were like lambs to the slaughter, utterly powerless to resist. In just a few breaths, this small group of more than ten rebels had all fallen into pools of blood, none surviving.

Lin Xiaowan sheathed her sword and stood there, her cold gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground without the slightest emotion. She turned her head slightly, looking in several other directions.

Almost at the same time that Lin Xiaowan made her move, the other five sisters also launched attacks from different directions, as if they had agreed beforehand.

Lin Xuan brandished an orange, soft whip. This whip, named "Spirit Serpent," was made of a special material, both supple and resilient, and seemed to possess a life of its own in her hands. Her figure was agile and graceful, like willow catkins in the wind, weaving through the rebel army.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp crack of the whip, the orange whip flashed like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, precisely wrapping around a rebel's ankle at an incredibly tricky angle. The rebel felt a tremendous force surge through him, instantly losing his balance and collapsing to the ground with a thud. Before he could even get up, Lin Xuan flicked her wrist, and another powerful pull sent him flying through the air.

"boom!"

The rebel's body arced through the air before crashing heavily into a nearby broken wall. The wall collapsed with a deafening roar, burying him beneath the rubble, his fate unknown.

Lin Xuan didn't pause for a moment, her "Spirit Serpent" whip dancing once more. The orange whip flashed like a storm, sometimes striking the rebels' vitals like a serpent's tongue, sometimes binding them tightly like a long rope, and sometimes transforming into sharp blades that slashed at their bodies. Her movements were elegant yet deadly; each whip strike sent chills down the spines of those caught. Those rebels she bound were often flung away with a deft touch, crashing into other rebels or slamming into hard obstacles, resulting in death or serious injury. She was like a dancer controlling the rhythm of the battlefield, weaving a web of death with her whip.

Lin Xiaohong wielded a long yellow spear named "Thunderclap." She was relatively tall and exuded power. She wasn't as swift as Lin Xiaowan, nor as agile as Lin Xuan, but every thrust of her spear was like a thunderclap from a clear sky—powerful, heavy, and incredibly precise.

"laugh!"

The yellow spearhead gleamed coldly, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, whistling through the air with a sharp, tearing sound, and pierced with incredible precision at an unbelievable angle towards a rebel's throat. The rebel had just raised his shield to try and block when a crisp "crack" rang out, and the sturdy wooden shield, along with his chest armor, was easily pierced by the spear. The spearhead emerged from his back, drawing a spray of hot blood.

Lin Xiaohong flicked her wrist, the tip of her spear sending the rebel's corpse flying, crashing into her comrades behind. Then, she propelled herself forward like a tiger descending a mountain, her "Thunderbolt" spear transforming into a streak of yellow lightning, sweeping through the rebel ranks. The spear flashed, each strike aimed directly at the rebels' vital points—throat, heart, abdomen… Her spear technique was steady and domineering, incredibly powerful; each thrust seemed capable of shaking mountains. The rebels' weapons were utterly vulnerable before her spear, easily knocked away or broken. She was like a rampaging tank, leaving rebel soldiers and horses in her wake, corpses strewn everywhere.

Lin Xiaoyan also wields a long whip, but hers is green and named "Qinglan." Unlike Lin Xuan's "Spirit Serpent" soft whip, the "Qinglan" whip focuses more on area attacks and control. She stands at a relatively high place, her green whip resembling a giant green serpent, which she wields with great force.

"Hu-hu-"

The green whip danced rapidly through the air, forming a massive green whirlwind. This whirlwind, with its powerful suction and cutting force, swept up the surrounding rebel soldiers. Those caught in the whirlwind immediately experienced the terror of being in a meat grinder. Their bodies were relentlessly lashed and sliced ​​by the rapidly spinning whip; they screamed and struggled, but could not break free. The green whirlwind was like a giant vortex of death, constantly devouring the lives of the rebels. Moments later, when Lin Xiaoyan withdrew the whip, only a mangled mess of flesh and tattered clothing remained—a gruesome sight.

Bai Jie, the petite of the six sisters, wields a pair of cyan daggers called "Shadow Killers." Her movements are the most unpredictable and eerie, like a true ghost. She can use any obstacle on the battlefield as cover, silently approaching the enemy.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two faint sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out, almost indistinguishable. The two rebel soldiers, their backs to Bai Jie, didn't even know what was happening when they felt a chill on their necks, followed by a strong force, and their bodies went limp. Two small bloody holes appeared on their necks, and blood was gushing out.

Bai Jie's figure darted among the rebels like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Her speed was astonishing, and her movements unpredictable. She never engaged the rebels in direct combat, always launching attacks from the most cunning angles, striking once and then immediately fleeing. Her dagger was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, each swing precisely aimed at the enemy's vitals. Her movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation, each strike fatal. The rebel soldiers could only sense a series of bluish afterimages flashing past them, their comrades falling one by one, yet they could never pinpoint her location. Fear spread through their hearts like a plague.

Bai Mei wields a pair of blue curved swords named "Raging Waves." Her swordsmanship is the most flamboyant and also the most violent. Her figure is like a small boat on a stormy sea, seemingly swaying precariously, yet containing boundless power. Each swing of her blue curved swords creates streaks of blue light, like surging waves, relentlessly sweeping towards the rebel army.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Blue blade light crisscrossed like bolts of lightning, slicing invisible cracks in the air. The rebel soldiers were overwhelmed by this tidal wave of blade light, utterly defenseless. Their bodies were torn to pieces, limbs and blood falling like rain. Bai Mei's swordsmanship was powerful and unrestrained, filled with an indomitable spirit. She was like a goddess wielding the power of the ocean, using her curved blade to unleash a destructive blue storm.

Six sisters, six different weapons, six different fighting styles, yet now they blended perfectly together, forming an impeccable killing machine. They were like six roses blooming in blood and fire, beautiful yet deadly. Lin Xiaowan's "Flowing Fire" sword was responsible for frontal assaults, tearing through the enemy's defenses; Lin Xuan's "Spirit Serpent" whip was responsible for containment and harassment, disrupting the enemy's formation; Lin Xiaohong's "Thunderclap" spear was responsible for pinpoint elimination, destroying the enemy's will to resist; Lin Xiaoyan's "Azure Mist" whip was responsible for area attacks, inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy; Bai Jie's "Shadow Kill" dagger was responsible for infiltration and assassination, disintegrating the enemy from within; and Bai Mei's "Raging Waves" blade was responsible for flanking maneuvers, expanding the gains.

Their figures moved swiftly across the battlefield, sometimes scattering, sometimes gathering, their coordination flawless. Every attack was as fierce as a storm, every movement as precise as a textbook example. Before them, the rebels were like lambs to the slaughter, utterly powerless.

The battle broke out extremely suddenly and was extremely brutal. The rebels had just experienced a massacre, and were in a state of relaxation and greed. They never expected that anyone would dare to attack them at this time, let alone such a fierce, precise, and deadly attack.

After a brief moment of panic, some of the quicker-thinking rebel officers began to attempt to organize resistance. They shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to gather the chaotic soldiers into an effective defensive formation. However, the Six Sisters gave them no chance.

Lin Xiaowan's eyes narrowed as she noticed a rebel centurion shouting and trying to organize his soldiers. She leaped forward, her body transforming into a red blur as she hurtled towards the centurion.

"A wildfire spreads!"

With a sharp shout, Lin Xiaowan thrust her "Flowing Fire" sword forward. In an instant, countless tiny red sword energies burst forth from the blade, sweeping towards the centurion and the rebel soldiers around him like a wildfire.

The centurion's face paled; he could feel the terrifying power contained within the sword strike. He hurriedly raised his longsword, attempting to parry. However, the moment his sword touched the red sword energy, it melted like ice and snow. Immediately afterward, he and the dozen or so rebel soldiers beside him were engulfed by the overwhelming red sword energy. Before they could even scream, they were reduced to charred remains and mangled flesh.