Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

That night, a dark shadow flashed by, stirring up a gentle breeze.

The slight anomaly disappeared before anyone noticed it.

Song Qingyin evaded the patrolling disciples and headed towards the back mountain of the Tianque Sword Sect.

That place is where the sect leaders of each generation have secluded themselves for cultivation, and it is also a forbidden area of ​​the Tianque Sword Sect. No one except the sect leader has ever been there.

The library only contained information about the origins of the Heavenly Sword Sect; she hadn't found any clues about the Twin Sword Technique. The most likely location now was the forbidden area in the back mountain.

The nights at Tianque Sword Sect are even more desolate than the days.

The moonlight, as white as frost, thinly blanketed the green tiles and upturned eaves, enveloping the entire mountain gate in a soft glow. The torches of the patrolling disciples converged into a flowing fire dragon in the distance, while the sounds of footsteps and occasional whispers were scattered by the night wind.

Song Qingyin lightly touched the roof ridge with her toes, without disturbing a single tile. She was dressed in neat night clothes, her face covered with a black veil, revealing only a pair of eyes that shone brilliantly in the moonlight.

Back mountain.

The forbidden area of ​​the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The closer one gets, the stronger and colder the scent of vegetation in the air becomes. There are no patrolling disciples, yet an invisible barrier permeates the area, as if countless eyes are secretly watching.

Song Qingyin stopped in front of a steep cliff.

The rocks here have an unnatural smoothness, and vines climb all over the stone walls, making them stand out from the surrounding scenery. She walked around the stone wall, her fingertips lightly tracing the rough rocks, feeling the texture beneath.

"Host, there doesn't seem to be anything special here," Qingyu said, sounding puzzled.

Song Qingyin remained silent. She closed her eyes, concentrated her inner strength at her fingertips, and slowly probed along the cracks in the stone wall. Sure enough, in the densest part of the vines, she touched a faint, almost imperceptible flow of air.

What a clever sleight of hand.

She curled her lips into a smile, and with a slight exertion of force, a subtle burst of energy flowed in, following the trajectory of the internal energy. With a soft "click," the stone wall in front of her slowly caved inward, revealing a dark opening just wide enough for one person to pass through.

The wind blowing out of the cave carried a peculiar smell, a mixture of antiquity and sharpness.

Without hesitation, Song Qingyin slipped inside.

The stone wall silently closed behind her, cutting off all light from the outside world.

The cave was pitch black. She took out a tinderbox from her bosom, blew on it gently, and the orange flame leaped up, illuminating the small area in front of her.

This is a huge natural cave, and the cave walls are not smooth rock, but covered with dense carvings.

The marks, varying in depth and crisscrossing, seemed to contain boundless sword intent. The flickering firelight made the sword marks appear to come alive, darting and dancing across the wall, their sharp aura almost stinging the skin.

The Heavenly Sword Technique.

From the starting stance to the finishing move, every single move was etched onto the cave wall.

"Wow..." Qingyu couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Is this the foundation of the Heavenly Sword Sect? They actually inscribed their sword manual here!"

Song Qingyin held the tinderbox and walked in step by step.

Her expression gradually changed from initial amazement to seriousness.

"No," she said softly.

What's wrong?

“These sword techniques are incomplete.” Song Qingyin reached out, her fingertips tracing a deep sword mark. The sword mark stopped abruptly halfway through, its subsequent path replaced by a blurry jumble of marks, as if it had been forcibly erased, or as if the person who carved it was simply lacking the strength to do so.

The further you go in, the more obvious this becomes.

Many exquisite moves are abruptly cut off at the most crucial point, leaving a blank space that leaves the viewer feeling choked up, as if they can't exhale no matter what they try.

This... is an incomplete score.

Could it be that the sword technique that Tianque Sword Sect is famous for is incomplete?

As she was pondering, a faint whooshing sound rang out behind her!

Without thinking, Song Qingyin's body instincts beat her brain, and she suddenly ducked to the side.

"laugh!"

A sharp gust of wind brushed past her hair and slammed heavily against the stone wall, sending shards of stone flying.

She turned around quickly, and the tinder was extinguished instantly in the turbulent airflow.

In the darkness, a figure dressed in black and with a black veil covering his face stood silently at the cave entrance. He was tall and upright, holding a long sword in his hand, the blade reflecting a faint, cold light in the darkness.

Without uttering a word, the newcomer twisted his wrist, and the tip of his sword was aimed directly at Song Qingyin's throat, launching another attack.

The sword came extremely fast, carrying a fierce and powerful aura.

What domineering swordsmanship!

Song Qingyin's heart skipped a beat. She took a wrong step and twisted her body at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding the deadly sword strike.

She had no sword with her, so she had to parry the attacks with her bare hands.

The opponent's swordsmanship was wide and sweeping, each strike powerful and heavy, the wind howling and stirring up the dust that had been dormant in the cave for many years. Song Qingyin, on the other hand, moved with unpredictable movements, as if she had no bones, weaving and darting through the impenetrable net of swords, narrowly avoiding each strike just as it was about to hit her.

Neither of them spoke; only the sounds of weapons cutting through the air and hurried footsteps echoed and amplified in the empty cave.

After exchanging more than ten blows, Song Qingyin's heart grew increasingly heavy.

This person's skill was unfathomable, and his swordplay was the most powerful she had ever seen. He was no ordinary sect elder; he seemed more like…

The image of Shen Shi'an practicing swordsmanship in the training ground flashed through her mind.

Very similar.

But there's a difference. Shen Shi'an on the training ground, though his swordsmanship is fast, carries a sense of restraint and control. But the man before me, his swordplay exudes a chilling killing intent, as if every strike is designed to take a life.

Is it an illusion?

In the instant she was distracted, her opponent's swordplay suddenly changed. The originally fierce sword moves became agile and elusive, and the sword light was like a net, instantly sealing off all her escape routes.

not good!

Song Qingyin's pupils contracted, she forcefully gathered her breath, her body fell backward, her toes touched the ground, and her whole body slid several feet along the ground.

Even so, a sharp pain still came from my shoulder.

In an instant, blood soaked through his clothes.

After succeeding, the opponent did not pursue her, but stood still, seemingly surprised by her agility.

Song Qingyin clutched her injured shoulder, quickly got up, and without lingering, turned and rushed out of the cave. Her purpose tonight was only to investigate, not to fight to the death.

The man seemed surprised that she left so decisively and paused for a moment.

In that brief moment of distraction, Song Qingyin had already reopened the mechanism on the stone wall and slipped out.

Just before she disappeared, the masked man seemed to remember something, raised his hand to chase after her, but ultimately stopped.

As the night breeze blew by, that slender yet agile figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Why... does that figure, and the way she dodged, feel so familiar?

Shen Shi'an stood in the cave, his brows furrowed.

His master never allowed him to come to the back mountain. He had intended to explore the area tonight, but unexpectedly, he ran into a thief who had trespassed on the forbidden ground.

The man's movements were extremely strange, belonging to no sect he knew in the martial arts world. They were supple and unpredictable, exuding an air of evil. Yet, for a certain moment, he felt a strange resemblance to the woman who had lazily lay on the couch during the day, ordering him to buy chestnut cakes.

absurd.

He shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

Just then, a commotion and the sound of hurried footsteps came from down the mountain.

"There's the sound of fighting!"

"It seems to be coming from the forbidden area behind the mountain!"

"Quick! Go check it out!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were alarmed.

Shen Shi'an's expression changed. Without thinking, he quickly slipped out of the cave and disappeared in the opposite direction from Song Qingyin after a few leaps.

……

Song Qingyin returned to her courtyard and quickly closed the door.

She leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief, only then feeling a burning pain in her shoulder.

Tearing open the fabric, a shallow wound was oozing blood, and the surrounding flesh was bluish-purple.

"Such a domineering sword energy."

She muttered a curse under her breath and pulled out the set of silver needles that Shen Shi'an had brought back during the day from her bosom.

Just as she was preparing to treat her wounds, a light knock sounded at the door.

"Knock knock."

Song Qingyin froze instantly.

Outside the door came a voice she knew all too well—a cool, indifferent voice.

"Sect Leader Song, are you asleep?"