Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"Before his master passed away, he entrusted the sect leader's token to me." Song Qingyin's voice was a little hoarse because she hadn't spoken for a long time.

She paused, looked at the terrified and helpless faces in front of her, and continued, "The Huanhua Sword Sect is gone. If you want to leave, I will not stop you."

Song Qingyin's voice was very soft, drifting in the air mixed with the smell of blood and earth, yet it was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, stirring up a thousand waves.

"Walk?"

The disciple with the scar on his face, named Chen Hu, was the first to react. He suddenly stood up from the ground and stared at Song Qingyin in disbelief.

"Second Senior Sister... no, Sect Leader! You're letting us leave? Where can we go? The Huanhua Sword Sect is our home! Now our home is gone, our master and fellow disciples are all dead, and instead of leading us to seek revenge, you're making us deserters?"

His voice cracked with emotion, filled with the rage of betrayal.

"That's right! Revenge!"

"Kill that hypocrite Ye Wujiu! Kill those beasts from the Demonic Sect!"

Chen Hu's words were like igniting a powder keg. The surviving disciples were instantly agitated, and the grief and indignation they had just suppressed while collecting the corpses erupted once again.

"Revenge? How can we avenge ourselves?" a younger disciple cried out in protest. "Senior Brother Chen, we only have thirteen of us left! Thirteen of us! We couldn't even take down a branch of the Demonic Sect, how can we avenge ourselves?"

"If you're afraid of death, just say so! You coward!" Chen Hu shouted angrily, pointing at the disciple with bloodshot eyes.

"It's not that I'm afraid of death! It's that I don't want the last remaining bloodline of the Huanhua Sword Sect to be wiped out!"

"you……"

The sounds of arguing and wailing echoed through the ruins once again. Like a group of trapped beasts driven to the brink of despair, they could only vent their fear and despair in the most intense way.

Song Qingyin stood there, quietly watching them.

She neither stopped him nor offered any advice.

Her silence was like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts. Gradually, the arguing subsided, and all eyes turned back to her, awaiting her verdict.

Until the last sound disappeared, only the whistling of the wind blowing through the broken walls and ruins remained on the training ground.

"Are you done?" Song Qingyin's voice was still hoarse, but it carried a chilling calmness. "Those who want revenge can stay and await my orders. Those who feel there is no hope for revenge and want to join another faction or retire to the mountains to live as ordinary people can leave now. Take your travel expenses, and I will not pursue the matter."

She looked around, taking in every young, pained face.

"I'll only say this once: this is your last chance. Stay, and the road ahead will be fraught with danger, a near-certain death. Leave, and you'll have a bright future ahead, settling all scores."

No one speaks.

Everyone was stunned by her words.

They thought the new sect leader would give a passionate speech, lead them to revenge, and promise a bright future. But to their surprise, her first offer was to let them leave.

what is this?

Give up?

But everyone knows that Song Qingyin's decision was right.

Perhaps some people are not afraid of death and are willing to risk everything, but not everyone is like that.

They are still young, are they really going to throw their lives away like this?

Time ticked by, and the air grew so heavy it seemed as if it would drip water.

Finally, one of the disciples made a move.

He glanced silently at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at the expressionless Song Qingyin, and finally, he lowered his head and kowtowed three times heavily in Song Qingyin's direction.

"Sect Leader... This disciple is unfilial. This disciple... still has an elderly mother to support."

His voice choked with emotion. After speaking, he staggered to his feet and walked down the mountain without looking back.

His departure was like a switch being turned on.

Soon, two more disciples stepped forward and kowtowed to Song Qingyin. One said he was going to seek refuge with a distant relative, while the other said nothing, but tears kept falling down his face.

Chen Hu clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He wanted to curse these cowards who deserted their posts, but the words just wouldn't come out.

Because Song Qingyin was right, staying meant certain death.

Who has the right to criticize someone who wants to live?

In the end, five out of the thirteen people left.

Only Song Qingyin and eight disciples, including Chen Hu, remained on the training ground.

It was empty and desolate.

"You..." Song Qingyin looked at them, "Have you thought it through?"

Chen Hu knelt down on one knee with a thud, pounding his chest with his intact hand, his voice hoarse but firm: "Sect Leader! My life, Chen Hu's life, is worthless. My parents and master all died at the hands of the Demonic Sect. This life no longer belongs to me! As long as I can get revenge, I will go through fire and water without batting an eye!"

"We swear to follow our leader to the death! To rebuild Huanhua!"

The other seven people also knelt down in unison.

Their voices no longer carried the confusion and madness of before, but only the resolute determination of burning their bridges.

Song Qingyin looked at them, fragments of memories about these people from the original owner's past flashing through her mind. Chen Hu was usually the most reckless and impulsive, but also the most loyal; that disciple named Li Mo was usually taciturn, but his swordsmanship was the most solid…

They are the last remaining sparks of the Huanhua Sword Sect.

"Okay." Song Qingyin only said one word.

She turned around, walked to the weapon rack next to the training ground, and picked up a longsword that was still in relatively good condition.

"Put away all the swords of your fellow disciples."

After saying that, she walked to a corpse and took the sword from his waist.

Chen Hu and the others were taken aback for a moment, then understood what she meant. They immediately got up and silently began to collect the swords scattered throughout the ruins.

The sword is a swordsman's second life.

They may not be able to give their fellow disciples a proper burial, but at least they should give their sword spirits a final resting place.

One, two, a hundred...

The nine survivors traversed the desolate ruins, collecting swords that were broken, dulled, or still sharp, holding them close to their chests, and then making their way step by step to the sword tomb on the back mountain.

The stone gate of the Sword Tomb had already been shattered.

Song Qingyin led the way inside and gently inserted the first sword from her bosom into an empty slot.

That sword once belonged to one of her senior brothers. She remembered that he liked to hang a small wooden tiger that he had carved himself on the tassel.

Chen Hu and the others followed behind her, imitating her actions, and inserted the swords into the compartments of the stone wall.

No one spoke; there was only the soft scraping sound of metal against stone.

This process was like a long and solemn farewell ceremony.

As the last sword was placed in the sword tomb, the sun had completely sunk behind the western mountains. Darkness enveloped this land of death.

Song Qingyin led eight people out of the Sword Tomb.

"From today onwards, you are no longer disciples of the Huanhua Sword Sect."

A cold voice rang out in the night wind, startling Chen Hu and the others who had just made their vows.

"Head?"

“The Demonic Sect won’t let any survivors go. They will be back soon to investigate.” Song Qingyin’s gaze swept over them. “You’re too big a target. Staying here will only lead to your death.”

She took out several silver notes and some loose silver from her bosom. These were what she had found in the room of the sect leader, Hua Wuyou, and were the only remaining assets of the entire Huanhua Sword Sect.

"Divide these up, then leave this place, go as far away as possible. Go into hiding, find a place to live."

"Sect Leader! Didn't you say..." Chen Hu said anxiously.

“I said I’ll take revenge,” Song Qingyin interrupted him, her profile sharply defined in the faint starlight. “But not now. Only by living can you have the right to take revenge. What you need to do is live on and wait for my news.”

She looked at these last few fellow disciples in front of her, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Remember, before you receive my message, you have no connection with the Huanhua Sword Sect. Forget your swordsmanship, forget everything that happened here, and be an ordinary person."

"One day, I will come back here and rebuild Huanhua."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a power that could penetrate people's hearts, gradually calming down the eight hot-blooded young people.

They knew this was the only way at the moment.

"...Yes, Sect Leader!"

Chen Hu took a deep breath and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Song Qingyin.

The eight disciples divided the silver among themselves, took one last look at the ruins where they had lived for over a decade, their eyes brimming with tears, yet none of them wept. They bowed to Song Qingyin, then, supporting each other, resolutely turned and disappeared into the deep night.

The wind picked up, making people's clothes flutter.

At this moment, the once vast Huanhua Sword Sect was truly left with only Song Qingyin.

She stood before the mountain gate, with thousands of new graves behind her and endless darkness before her.

She felt her nearly depleted internal energy and broken meridians. The injuries left by the original owner made it extremely difficult for her to even walk down the mountain.

[Host, your body has reached its limit. If you don't receive treatment soon, even if you block out pain, you will die from organ failure.] Qingyu's anxious voice rang out again.

【I know. 】

Song Qingyin responded in her mind, then she raised her head and looked towards the town below the mountain.

Ye Wujiu took Hua Qianqian away.

Hua Qianqian knows the whereabouts of the other half of the "Twin Sword Manual".

Whether it was to give her master an explanation or to obtain the complete sword manual, she had to find her.

Without further hesitation, Song Qingyin lifted her heavy steps and walked step by step down the only path leading down the mountain, a path stained with blood.