Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

Song Qingyin did not answer immediately.

She simply looked at Shen Shi'an quietly. In her eyes, which were slightly dull from excessive blood loss, there was no panic or anger, only a kind of calm that was almost frighteningly serene.

After a long pause, she slowly spoke: "You're right."

Shen Shi'an raised an eyebrow slightly.

"The Demonic Sect is indeed looking for the Sword Manual." Song Qingyin's voice was soft, but every word was clear. "But they haven't found it."

"That's why they took Hua Qianqian away."

She paused, a bitter smile curving her lips.

"If the Sword Manual is truly in the hands of the Demonic Sect, why would they kidnap the sect leader's daughter, who is powerless to even kill a chicken? Why would they conduct such a large-scale search for the remnants of the Huanhua Sword Sect throughout the martial world?"

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

"Because they don't know where the Sword Manual is either." Song Qingyin's voice grew even calmer. "The Sword Manual was moved the night the Huanhua Sword Sect was wiped out. The Demonic Sect searched the entire Huanhua Sword Sect but found nothing."

"That's why they took Hua Qianqian away. She's the sect leader's daughter, and she should know the whereabouts of the Sword Manual."

At this point, a hint of mockery flashed in Song Qingyin's eyes.

"Unfortunately, she didn't know."

Shen Shi'an's eyes flickered slightly.

"Then you know?"

“I know.” Song Qingyin raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. “Because the person who moved the Sword Manual was my master. And before he died, he told me the whereabouts of the Sword Manual.”

This was said with perfect accuracy.

Song Qingyin knew very well that Shen Shi'an couldn't verify the truth of this statement—Hua Wuyou was already dead, leaving no way to verify it. The fact that the Demonic Sect had captured Hua Qianqian was precisely the best evidence.

She's gambling.

She was betting that Shen Shi'an would believe her.

Or rather, she was betting that Shen Shi'an was willing to believe her.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Shen Shi'an did not respond immediately, but just looked at her quietly, his dark eyes unfathomable, revealing no emotion.

A moment later, he suddenly laughed.

"interesting."

He turned and walked to the window, his back to Song Qingyin, his voice soft.

"Do you know what you just said? There are many flaws in what you said."

Song Qingyin's heart suddenly tightened.

"For example, why did Hua Wuyou tell you the whereabouts of the Sword Manual before he died, instead of telling his own daughter?"

"For example, if you really knew the whereabouts of the Sword Manual, why didn't you just take it out now instead of waiting until now?"

“For example…” Shen Shi’an paused, turned around, and stared straight at her, “Why do you think I would believe you?”

Song Qingyin's fingers tightened slightly.

She knew this was the most crucial moment.

"Because you had no choice."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling firmness.

"It is true that the Tianque Sword Sect and the Huanhua Sword Sect are sworn enemies, but their real enemy has never been each other."

"It is the Netherworld Blood Palace."

Shen Shi'an's eyes flickered slightly.

“The Huanhua Sword Sect has been wiped out, and the next one to go is the Tianque Sword Sect.” Song Qingyin’s voice grew calmer. “You know the ambitions of the Demonic Sect better than I do. They won’t be satisfied with just destroying the Huanhua Sword Sect; what they want is the entire martial world.”

"And the Twin Sword Codex is what they want most."

She paused, her gaze fixed intently on Shen Shi'an.

“Your Tianque Sword Sect has half of it, and Huanhua Sword Sect has the other half. Now that Huanhua Sword Sect is gone, the Demonic Sect can’t get their half, so they will turn their attention to you.”

"Will the Heavenly Sword Sect be able to withstand it then?"

That's a very strong statement.

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

“I know you doubt me.” Song Qingyin’s voice was even softer. “But you also know that I’m telling the truth. The Demonic Sect will not let go of anyone who knows the whereabouts of the Sword Manual, including you and me.”

"Therefore, instead of letting the demonic sect defeat us one by one, we should join forces."

She looked up, and her eyes shone frighteningly bright in the dim light.

"If you help me deal with the Netherworld Blood Palace, I will give you half of the Huanhua Sword Sect's sword manual."

"You won't lose out on this deal."

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

Shen Shi'an stood by the window, backlit, so his expression was not visible.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "Are you so sure I'll agree?"

"I'm not sure." Song Qingyin honestly shook her head. "But I have no other choice."

“If you don’t agree, I’ll have no choice but to go to Yun Gui Manor, or…” She paused, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips, “go to the Demonic Sect.”

"Go find the Demonic Sect?" Shen Shi'an's tone carried a hint of amusement. "Do you think the Demonic Sect will let you go?"

“No,” Song Qingyin said calmly, “but at least I can tell them the whereabouts of the Sword Manual before I die.”

"At that time, the Heavenly Sword Sect will really have to face the Demonic Sect alone."

These words were spoken softly, yet they were like a knife, piercing straight into Shen Shi'an's heart.

He stared at Song Qingyin, a complex emotion flashing in his dark eyes.

A moment later, he suddenly laughed.

"interesting."

He walked back to the bedside and looked down at her.

"You know what? I don't believe a single word you just said."

Song Qingyin's heart sank suddenly.

“But…” Shen Shi’an’s tone suddenly changed, “I’m willing to take a gamble.”

Song Qingyin suddenly raised her head.

"You can stay in the Heavenly Sword Sect." Shen Shi'an's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority. "But there are three conditions."

"First, you can't go anywhere until you take out the Sword Manual."

"Secondly, the Heavenly Sword Sect will send people to protect you, but they will also monitor you at the same time."

“Third…” He paused, his eyes fixed on her, “If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you with my own hands.”

Song Qingyin's fingers trembled slightly.

She knew that Shen Shi'an was not joking.

But she had no retreat.

"it is good."

She raised her head, and in the dim light, her eyes revealed a resolute determination, as if she had nothing to lose.

"make a deal."

Shen Shi'an gave her a deep look, then turned and walked towards the door.

He suddenly stopped when he reached the door.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"what?"

“The young master of the Demonic Sect, Ye Wujiu, sent someone to the Tianque Sword Sect three days ago.” Shen Shi’an’s voice was calm, but it carried a chilling aura. “He said that if the Tianque Sword Sect dared to take in the remnants of the Huanhua Sword Sect, he would personally visit them.”

Song Qingyin's pupils suddenly contracted. Now that the righteous path is weak, the demonic sect has become even more rampant.

Or is Ye Wujiu just a brainless fool who thinks that by destroying Huanhua, he can compete with Tianque Sword Sect?

The Heavenly Sword Sect doesn't have another Hua Qianqian.

“So…” Shen Shi’an turned around, his eyes flashing with a cold light in the shadows, “You’d better pray that what you’re saying is true.”

"Otherwise, you won't be the only one who dies."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and left, leaving Song Qingyin sitting alone on the bed, her face frighteningly pale.

[Host!] Qingyu's voice exploded in his mind, [Are you crazy? You don't even know where the Sword Manual is! What if Shen Shi'an wants you to take it out right now?]

【……I know.】

Song Qingyin closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

But at least, I'm still alive.

She opened her eyes, and those eyes shone frighteningly brightly in the darkness.

[Next, we need to find a way to locate the Sword Manual.]

The faint sound of swords clashing could be heard from outside the window.

The night was deep, and a murderous intent was brewing beneath the surface.