Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin raised her head, trying to see what the person looked like.

However, the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss became stronger and stronger, the vision in front of him began to blur, and the sounds around him became distant and unreal.

She gritted her teeth, trying to hold on.

It must not be tilted.

At least... I can't fall here.

"Senior Brother, this..." The outer sect elder's voice was tinged with difficulty, "The Huanhua Sword Sect and our Tianque Sword Sect are sworn enemies. If we let her in, I'm afraid..."

"The Huanhua Sword Sect is gone."

The person's voice remained calm, yet it carried an indescribable and enigmatic meaning.

"A dying man can't make any waves."

A person who is about to die.

Upon hearing these four words, Song Qingyin's lips curled into a bitter smile.

That's right.

She looks exactly like a dying person now.

Three of his meridians were severed, his internal energy was almost depleted, and the wounds had begun to fester due to lack of treatment over a long period of time.

If this drags on any longer, we'll really die here.

"But..." The outer sect elder wanted to say something more.

"Let her in."

The man repeated himself, his tone completely flat, yet the outer sect elder dared not utter another word.

He gave Song Qingyin a deep look, but ultimately stepped aside.

"Thank you."

Song Qingyin said something in a low voice, then started walking towards the stone steps.

One step, two steps.

With each step, it felt like I was walking on cotton, light and unsteady, without any sense of reality.

She could feel the life force within her body slowly draining away, like sand slipping through an hourglass.

almost.

Coming.

As long as she gets to that person, as long as she can enter the Heavenly Sword Sect, she will…

Suddenly, everything went dark.

Song Qingyin swayed, then fell straight forward.

【Host! 】

Qingyu's voice exploded in my mind, filled with unprecedented anxiety.

Unfortunately, Song Qingyin can no longer hear.

Just a second before her consciousness went dark, she only felt someone catch her.

The person's hands were very cold, like snow in winter.

……

When Song Qingyin opened her eyes again, she saw an unfamiliar rooftop.

The carved sandalwood beams and the glass lamp hanging in the corner exude a faint medicinal fragrance.

She moved her fingers and found herself lying on a soft bed, her wounds already treated and wrapped in thick gauze.

The internal energy was still disordered, but at least it didn't feel like it was about to explode as before.

[Host! You're finally awake!]

Qingyu's voice rang out, filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.

[You were unconscious for three days! Three days! I was terrified!]

【...Three days?】

Song Qingyin responded in her mind, then sat up, supporting herself on the edge of the bed.

The movement aggravated her wound, and she let out a muffled groan.

"Don't move!" Qingyu exclaimed anxiously. "You've only just begun to heal; your wounds aren't fully closed yet. If you move around, they'll reopen!"

Song Qingyin paused for a moment, then obediently lay back down.

She looked around. This must be a side hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect. The furnishings were simple, yet exquisite in every detail.

The faint sound of swords clashing and the shouts of disciples practicing their swords could be heard from outside the window.

She really did enter the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"woke up?"

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and then a young man in a blue robe pushed the door open and entered.

Song Qingyin's gaze fell on him, and then she paused slightly.

This person is extremely well-born.

It's not the kind of striking beauty, but rather the kind that's aloof and distant.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were very light in color. She was like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and cold.

He had a long sword hanging at his waist, with a moon-white tassel that swayed gently with his movements.

“You are…” Song Qingyin’s voice was still a little hoarse.

"Shen Shi'an." The man walked to the bedside and looked down at her.

Song Qingyin's heart skipped a beat.

Shen Shi'an.

The target of this world's... conquest.

Song Qingyin's expression flickered, and she inexplicably thought of the lifeless person lying in the nutrient tank.

If he wakes up, will he...?

My thoughts suddenly stopped. I must be possessed; how could I let my mind wander at a time like this?

Pulling her wandering thoughts back, Song Qingyin slightly furrowed her brows.

She quickly recalled information about Shen Shi'an in her mind.

The only son of Shen Yunyuan, the leader of the Tianque Sword Sect, is 23 years old. A sword genius, he took over as the young sect leader at the age of 18 and is renowned in the martial arts world.

He was aloof and didn't talk much, but he was the most capable fighter in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Three years ago, the Demonic Sect sent people to provoke him, but he single-handedly defeated thirteen of the Demonic Sect's experts with his sword.

From then on, it was rumored in the martial arts world that Shen Shi'an of the Tianque Sword Sect was the person one should never mess with.

And at this moment, the person she least wanted to mess with was standing in front of her, looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Thank you," Song Qingyin said softly.

Shen Shi'an didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly.

Those eyes were very dark, as dark as a bottomless pool, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

After a long pause, he finally spoke calmly: What brings you to the Heavenly Sword Sect?

Song Qingyin pursed her lips.

I want to ask the Heavenly Sword Sect to help me deal with the Netherworld Blood Palace. Her voice was soft, but every word was clear. In exchange, I can give half of the Twin Sword Manual of the Huanhua Sword Sect to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

When she said this, Song Qingyin showed no sign of guilt, even though she didn't know where the other half of the Huanhua Sword Sect's sword manual was.

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Shi'an's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"The Twin Sword Manual?" He repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The treasure of the Huanhua Sword Sect, you just give it to me like that?"

I am the head of the Huanhua Sword Sect. Song Qingyin raised her head, looking directly into his eyes. The sword manual is in my hands; I have the authority to dispose of it.

is it?

Shen Shi'an suddenly laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down your spine for no apparent reason.

As far as I know, the Sword Manual should have been stolen by the Demonic Sect the night the Huanhua Sword Sect was wiped out. He leaned down, his dark eyes fixed on Song Qingyin. "What do you have to offer in exchange?"

Song Qingyin's pupils contracted slightly.

you……

The Netherworld Blood Palace is searching for the Sword Manual, the Demonic Sect's young master Ye Wujiu is searching for the Sword Manual, and even the Cloud Return Manor has sent people out to gather information. Shen Shi'an's voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of oppression. The entire martial world knew that the Huanhua Sword Sect's Sword Manual had fallen into the hands of the Demonic Sect.

He straightened up and looked down at her.

So, sect leader of the Huanhua Sword Sect, are you lying to me?