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

After Lin Qingxue took the resurrection pill, she felt a fiery warmth surge through her body. This warmth, like a surging wave, quickly swept through her body. Wherever it passed, her meridians seemed to be widened, and her internal energy surged like a flood.

Her body trembled slightly, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face turned red. However, she gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain in her body, and tried hard to guide this powerful force.

As time went on, Lin Qingxue's breathing gradually became steady, and her body stopped shaking. She slowly opened her eyes, a flicker of surprise in them. She felt that her power had not only been restored, but was even stronger than before.

At this moment, her mind was as calm as a lake, unperturbed. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if expelling all the turbid air from her body. Then, she closed her eyes and began to circulate her internal energy, attempting to break through the small realm that had been troubling her for so long.

With her efforts, her internal energy gathered in her dantian like a vortex, becoming increasingly dense. Finally, when her internal energy reached a critical point, she suddenly opened her eyes, a gleam of light in them.

With a loud boom, Lin Qingxue's body erupted, as if some kind of restraint had been broken. Her aura surged, and the surrounding air was stirred into visible ripples.

At this moment, Lin Qingxue seemed to have been reborn, emitting a powerful aura. Her eyes became even more resolute, as if she had seen through everything in the world. She knew that she had successfully broken through the minor realm, from the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm to the Peak of the Earth Realm.

I briefed Lin Qingxue on the current battle situation. Her thousand cavalrymen didn't suffer particularly heavy losses due to her bravery; they were surrounded simply because the enemy was numerous and she charged ahead. There were still six or seven hundred survivors. I also gave her a thousand men from the Zuo Shenwu Army, asking her to launch a counterattack. She had a total of sixteen or seven hundred men, with her and her deputy each leading half. I assisted her deputy, helping him kill the enemy's high-level generals. Then we surrounded the enemy camp from two directions, combining raiding the camp with front-and-back attacks. Soon, the enemy camp, which had less than three thousand men, was in chaos (originally three thousand, but after a fierce battle with Lin Qingxue's one thousand cavalrymen, only a little over two thousand remained).

Lin Qingxue quickly penetrated the enemy camp and engaged the rebels head-on. The imperial army outnumbered the rebels by a factor of five, with a casualty ratio of at least two to one. Lin Qingxue's cavalry suffered three to four hundred casualties, while the rebels also suffered eight to nine hundred casualties.

The leader of the three thousand rebels stood solemnly at the front of the column, his spear tightly gripped, his eyes revealing a resolute fighting spirit. He methodically directed his soldiers into formation, preparing to meet the impending challenge. The deputy general paced back and forth beside the leader, occasionally looking up into the distance, his eyes filled with vigilance.

At that moment, Lin Qingxue, like a dazzling flash of lightning, charged towards them on her steed at a gust of wind. Her graceful figure appeared exceptionally agile in the sunlight, as light as a swallow. Every movement seemed meticulously choreographed, swift and graceful, as if she had become one with the steed beneath her, becoming the most dazzling sight on the battlefield.

The sword in Lin Qingxue's hand gleamed with a chilling light, a radiance that seemed to pierce hearts. She wielded it with the grace of a dancing fairy, effortless and unrestrained. The deputy general, sensing the impending danger, was startled and attempted to raise his spear to block Lin Qingxue's attack. However, Lin Qingxue's speed was too great, almost unbelievable. A flash of brilliant sword light passed by, and before the deputy general could react, his throat was gently slashed by the sharp blade. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain. The deputy general's eyes widened, his face filled with terror and despair. He didn't even have time to scream before he fell heavily to the ground, his body twitching several times before he was completely dead. The main general witnessed this scene, a flicker of panic in his eyes, but then he suppressed his fear, roared, and led the remaining rebels towards Lin Qingxue...

The commander's heart pounded as he witnessed the incoming sharp sword flash, a powerful sense of crisis instantly gripping him. He knew this was a matter of life and death, and with a flicker of determination in his eyes, he swung his spear ever more swiftly, attempting to rely on his own strength and experience to parry the fatal blow. But Lin Qingxue's swordsmanship seemed to hold endless mysteries. Every movement was perfectly timed, and every attack felt like a carefully planned trap, leaving the commander completely defenseless.

He gritted his teeth, desperately unleashing every possible spearmanship technique. His spear streaked through the air like a dragon emerging from the sea, piercing through the air with dazzling streaks of light and shadow. However, Lin Qingxue, like a ghost, weaved between these streaks, her agility astonishing, always managing to dodge the commander's attacks at the last moment. Beads of sweat gradually formed on the commander's forehead. He could feel his strength rapidly draining, while his opponent remained hale and hearty, as if sustained by an endless supply of strength.

Lin Qingxue's eyes gleamed with an icy light, a relentless pursuit of victory. She keenly sensed the general's gradually revealing weaknesses, chuckling inwardly. She flashed like a flash of lightning, her sword whistling as she fiercely struck the general's vitals. The force of the strike was so powerful it seemed to cleave everything in between, and the air was thick with murderous intent.

The commander's eyes widened, filled with despair and helplessness. He strained to raise his spear to block the blow, but it was too late. With a resounding "crack," the spear snapped in two under the impact of the sword, and the commander's body was flung backwards by the immense force. He fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him red.

His head drooped limply to the side, the terror and resentment on his face becoming increasingly evident. He refused to accept defeat, unwilling to see his years of fame destroyed in this moment. But reality was cruel. Lin Qingxue's swordsmanship was like a stroke of genius, leaving him powerless to fight back. Ultimately, his life quietly faded in that moment, leaving behind only endless regret and sighs.

Lin Qingxue wore her exquisite short blue leather armor. The material was delicate yet resilient. In the gentle first rays of morning sunlight, it seemed imbued with magical energy, as if imbued with life, gleaming with dazzling brilliance, like the brightest stars in the vast night sky, radiating a dazzling light. She looked like a stunning female war goddess stepping gracefully from ancient mythology. The cool armor clung tightly to her graceful figure, every line seemingly meticulously sculpted, perfectly outlining her exquisite curves, as if meticulously crafted by nature, the greatest artist, with the most exquisite craftsmanship. Every curve was filled with agility and beauty. The transparent crystal boots shimmered in the sunlight, a mysterious glow that seemed to possess a soul, imbued with boundless power, ready to unleash a terrifying and shocking force on the brutal battlefield. The blue polish on her nails, like a drop of pure, deep azure ink, flowed slowly across her fingertips, as if a mark left by fate. It added a unique, irreplaceable allure to her unique aura, making her an undeniable presence. Her figure and aura unfolded like a breathtaking painting, captivating and unforgettable. She stood out from the crowd, instantly recognizable, a beauty imbued with both majesty and agility that captivated and captivated everyone.

Lin Qingxue seemed enveloped in a hue of azure blue. Her makeup resembled a meticulously painted blue scroll, each stroke meticulously detailed, from the subtle smudge on her eyelids to the subtle shadow on her cheeks to the vibrant blue hue between her lips, each exuding a unique charm. Her leather armor shone with a deep blue radiance like a deep-sea gem, its hue captivating and captivating. Even her fingernails and toenails, often overlooked, were meticulously painted a rich blue. The shimmering light in the sunlight shone captivatingly, like sapphires embedded in her fingertips and toes.

The transparent, crystal-like boots she wore were as if bathed in the purest moonlight, their shimmering translucence as if meticulously carved from nature's clearest ice. As the light filtered through them, her delicate toes, as delicate as white jade, could be clearly seen. The lovely blue nail polish on her toenails added a vibrant touch of color to the boots.

Every time she moved her foot, her boots acted like a magical mirror, reflecting a dazzling array of colors that complemented the blue of her dress. The interweaving of colors was a wondrous blend of fantasy and reality, a dreamlike, enchanting experience.

This unique blue combination seemed like an ornament crafted specifically for her. It accentuated her already captivating aura, her allure radiating like a blazing flame, spreading recklessly through the air, seemingly igniting everything around her. Her alluring charm, like the gentle flow of a stream, gently yet enduringly flows through everyone's heart, stirring their hearts.

Every subtle movement and every careless smile of hers seemed like an invisible key, revealing her flirtatious and voluptuous character to the fullest. Her figure swayed gracefully, her eyes revealed endless temptation, making people involuntarily fall for her, as if instantly falling into a world of blue temptation that belonged only to her, unable to extricate themselves, and could only indulge in her unique charm.

She streaked across the battlefield like lightning, each swing of her sword carrying a fierce momentum that struck fear into the hearts of the rebels. Her eyes were firm and cold, as if telling the enemy that she was invincible. Her swordsmanship was so fast and accurate that it was astonishing, as if the sword in her hand had become one with her.

On this fierce battlefield, Lin Qingxue became the center of attention. Her beauty and bravery captivated everyone. She proved with her own strength that women could also be heroes on the battlefield.

Lin Qingxue did not stop killing. She brandished her sword and rushed into the enemy camp. Wherever she went, the enemies fell to the ground.

The rebels were frightened by Lin Qingxue's bravery and began to flee in all directions.

Lin Qingxue led her cavalry team to pursue the victory and did not give the rebels any chance to breathe.

Under her powerful offensive, the rebels were finally completely defeated.

After the battle, Lin Qingxue stood amidst the wreckage and corpses, her body stained with the enemy's blood, but her gaze remained firm and calm. She also seized the enemy general's precious sword, turning it into her own weapon. After all, it was a short sword, not a long one, so it could be used in conjunction with her spear, just like Zhao Yun's sword within his spear.

They defeated the camp of 3,000 people, captured nearly 1,500 people, and killed more than 600 enemy soldiers. Then they rushed to the rebels' rear nest, where there were still more than 2,000 enemy soldiers. However, because there were no capable generals there, when Lin Qingxue arrived, the other side could not organize any effective resistance. After more than 200 people were killed, they collapsed across the board. The marquis and earl of the Li royal family of the rebels were all killed by Lin Qingxue, and the remaining 1,800 rebels were all taken prisoner. Lin Qingxue's counterattack was a great victory.

By the time Chen Yue arrived with her troops, the battle was already over. Lin Qingxue, relying on the remaining 600 to 700 of her own troops and my 1,000-man Zuo Shenwu Army, completely defeated the 5,000-man rebel army, captured over 3,300 prisoners, and achieved a complete victory! Lin Qingxue also became a brave young general!

Liu Qian appointed Lin Qingxue as the fourth-rank Left Marquis and General of the Guards, allowing her to lead an army of 5,000 men. The 3,300 captured soldiers were also handed over to her for disposal. As expected, Empress Liu Qian particularly appreciated Lin Qingxue's contribution in capturing so many enemy troops, and rewarded these men for disposal. She had the final say on whether they should be slaves or servants in her mansion, and she could also train them to join her army. She was allowed to expand her power over the military because of this group of people.

Empress Liu Qian granted Lin Qingxue the title of Founding County Earl with a fief of 700 households, the rank of the fourth rank, and granted her with 1000 mu of permanent farmland, countless silks, 10,000 taels of gold, 100,000 taels of silver, and countless jewels and jades, because of her great merit in killing a former marquis and earl of the Li royal family, as well as several other viscounts and barons. Lin Qingxue was very happy and kowtowed to express her gratitude, swearing to be loyal to the court and the empress. Chen Yue received no reward or punishment because she had no merit. The empress also rewarded Lin Qingxue with two mansions, one for the General of the Central Army and the other for the Founding County Earl (Earl's Mansion). The empress also allowed Lin Qingxue to select 500 people as her personal guards. Lin Qingxue was so grateful that she kowtowed to express her gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace! Long live the emperor!"