Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

The rain fell harder and harder, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

The mountain path was muddy and difficult to traverse, requiring immense effort with every step. Song Qingyin's wounds, soaked by the rain, throbbed with pain, yet she moved faster and faster.

Shen Guanlan did not go far.

Perhaps it was because of his serious injuries, perhaps it was because of his complacency after avenging his great grudge, or perhaps he simply did not believe that anyone in the world could threaten him now.

He stopped at a dilapidated mountain god temple halfway up the mountain.

Rain leaked from the temple roof, dripping onto the dusty offering table. Shen Guanlan sat cross-legged on the only dry futon, holding the animal-skin sword manual in his hands, a fanatical smile on his face.

"Wonderful... Absolutely wonderful..."

He traced his fingers across the ancient characters, muttering to himself, "So that's how it is... So this move is to reverse the flow of energy through the meridians... Hahaha, that idiot Hua Wuyou, guarding a mountain of gold and begging for food, he deserves to die!"

He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even notice the figure appearing at the temple entrance.

Until a cold glint of light tore through the rain curtain.

The sword flashed coldly, its killing intent instantly revealed.

Years of combat instincts saved Shen Guanlan's life.

The moment the sword tip touched his clothes, the hairs on his body stood on end. He yelped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and rolled on the spot without a care for his image.

stab.

The longsword sliced ​​through his back, drawing a string of blood beads. Although it was only a superficial wound, it still gave him a fright.

"Who?!"

Shen Guanlan scrambled to his feet, nearly dropping the sword manual in his hand. He didn't bother picking it up, instead drawing his sword from his waist and looking towards the door with a mixture of shock and anger.

Through the rain, a slender figure slowly walked in.

She was soaked to the bone, her clothes clinging to her body, revealing her thin and bony frame. Her dark hair lay disheveled on her pale cheeks, and raindrops dripped from her chin.

Only those eyes were so bright that no one dared to look directly at them.

"Song...Song Qingyin?!"

Upon seeing who it was, Shen Guanlan's pupils constricted sharply, and his face showed an expression of utter disbelief. "You're not dead?! How could you possibly..." The power of his palm strike was enough to sever a person's life force.

"Thanks to the sect leader." Song Qingyin's voice was very soft, somewhat ethereal amidst the thunder and rain. "The gates of hell are too crowded, and the King of Hell won't take you in. So he sent me back to give the sect leader a ride."

Shen Guanlan's expression shifted between light and dark.

He was genuinely frightened for a moment. But he quickly calmed down.

The Song Qingyin before him was weak and pale, clearly at her last gasp. Even if she escaped alive, she would be nothing more than a critically injured and dying person.

"Such arrogance." Shen Guanlan sneered, carefully tucking the sword manual into his robes. "Since you didn't die in there, don't blame me for being ruthless. I was originally thinking of sparing your life, but since you're so eager to die, go join your junior sister!"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Guanlan had already made his move.

As expected of a grandmaster, even severely injured, this sword strike was still incredibly powerful. The sword energy, accompanied by a strong wind, shattered the rainwater that had drifted into the temple, turning it into a white mist.

Song Qingyin didn't dodge. Instead, she met Shen Guanlan's sword head-on with the chipped, broken sword in her hand.

clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The immense force caused Song Qingyin's tiger's mouth to split open, and blood instantly stained the sword hilt. She was thrown back three feet, her feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Then, in the instant she regained her balance, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and pounced again.

"You're courting death!" Shen Guanlan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Two figures were locked in a fierce battle inside the cramped mountain god temple.

This was not an evenly matched contest. Shen Guanlan's swordsmanship was seasoned and steady, each move aimed directly at vital points. Song Qingyin's swordsmanship, on the other hand, was chaotic and without any strategy, a reckless and suicidal fighting style.

She doesn't play defense.

Shen Guanlan stabbed her with his sword, and she was determined to leave a wound on him, even if it meant getting injured herself.

This mad dog-like fighting style, which completely defied common sense, made Shen Guanlan, who always valued his life, feel a strong sense of unease.

puff.

Shen Guanlan's longsword pierced Song Qingyin's left shoulder.

"Go to hell!" he said with a ferocious grin, twisting his wrist to crush her shoulder blade.

Just then, Song Qingyin suddenly loosened her grip on the sword.

She lunged forward, letting the sword pierce her shoulder completely, and used the momentum to instantly close the distance to Shen Guanlan.

This woman is insane!

Shen Guanlan was terrified and tried to draw his sword and retreat, but found that the sword was firmly stuck in Song Qingyin's muscles and bones.

"you……"

Before he could react, Song Qingyin had somehow produced a dagger in her right hand. It was the one Ye Wujiu had dropped on the ground, which she had picked up on a whim.

A cold light flashed.

The dagger plunged deep into Shen Guanlan's groin.

"what--!"

Shen Guanlan let out a shrill scream, his protective true energy erupting instantly as he struck Song Qingyin in the chest with a palm.

boom!

Song Qingyin flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the offering table. The already rotten wooden table collapsed with a roar, sending dust flying.

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Qingyin huddled in the ruins, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Her ribs were probably all broken; each breath felt like swallowing a knife.

But she was smiling.

She watched as Shen Guanlan clutched his thigh and limped backward, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

She had poisoned the dagger.

It was the venom he had scraped from the dead poisonous insects in the Sword Tomb. It wasn't fatal, but it was enough to paralyze his nerves and slow his movements.

"You bitch...you dare to betray me!"

Shen Guanlan felt his entire right leg rapidly losing sensation, the numbness spreading upwards along his meridians. He panicked, he really panicked.

He finally obtained the Sword Manual and finally became the number one swordsman in the world. He can't die here, absolutely not!

"Madmen...they're all madmen!"

Shen Guanlan dared not fight any longer. He glared venomously at Song Qingyin, dragged his crippled leg, smashed through the window frame, and rushed into the rain.

"Want to run?"

Song Qingyin crawled out of the rubble. She was covered in blood, some of it Shen Guanlan's, but mostly her own.

My vision started to blur, and I saw double images.

But that thought remained terrifyingly clear.

kill him.

She staggered after him.

The rain was still falling, and thunder was booming.

In the muddy mountain forest, a chase involving only two people is unfolding.

Shen Guanlan couldn't run fast; the poison's corrosive effects had sluggish his internal energy circulation. Song Qingyin, on the other hand, was barely hanging on, each step draining her life force.

The two fell in the mud, then got up again. There was no grand display of skill in sparring, only the most primal and savage fight.

Finally, at the edge of a cliff, Shen Guanlan could no longer run.

Ahead lay a bottomless abyss, behind him stood a woman who resembled a demon.

"Song Qingyin!" Shen Guanlan, leaning against an ancient pine tree, gripped his sword tightly and roared, his voice sharp but his voice weak, "Do you really want to fight to the death? If you're willing to back down, I'll give you anything you want! The vice sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Or that half of the sword manual? If we join forces, this world will be ours!"

Song Qingyin stopped in her tracks.

She stood ten steps away from Shen Guanlan, raindrops dripping from the tip of her sword.

"I'll take your life."

She spoke softly, her tone as indifferent as if she were asking what to eat for dinner.

"Then let's die together!"

Shen Guanlan was in despair and had completely gone mad. He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and forcefully broke through the meridians that had been paralyzed by the poison.

This is the final blow that burns through life.

"Heavenly Palace - Severing Mountains and Rivers!"

A massive sword beam shot into the sky, illuminating the pitch-black rainy night. This sword strike, imbued with his life's power, carried a world-destroying force as it slashed down towards Song Qingyin.

Song Qingyin did not dodge.

She couldn't escape it either.

Faced with this deadly sword strike, she simply raised the dagger in her hand slowly. That short, inconspicuous dagger looked so ridiculous amidst the dazzling sword light.

But her eyes were eerily still.

That was the only flaw identified after countless precise calculations.

Just as the sword's edge was about to tear her apart...

A figure suddenly rushed out from the woods on the side.

That's Shen Shi'an.

He ran wildly, killing two horses and exhausting his inner strength, before finally arriving here.

What he witnessed was this horrifying scene.

"don't want--!!"

Shen Shi'an roared, his voice breaking amidst the thunder.

He wanted to rush forward and block the sword. But he was too far away; even if he tried his best, he couldn't catch up.

However, at this moment.

Song Qingyin was moved.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, facing the terrifying sword energy head-on, like a moth drawn to a flame, crashing into Shen Guanlan's arms.

puff.

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was drowned out by the thunder.

The overwhelming sword energy abruptly stopped in mid-air, like fireworks being extinguished, instantly dissipating.

Shen Shi'an stumbled and fell heavily into the mud. He looked up and stared blankly ahead.

All that could be seen was the edge of a precipice.

Shen Guanlan remained frozen in his sword-wielding stance, as stiff as a stone statue. His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.

At his heart.

All that remained was the bare hilt of a dagger.

And Song Qingyin was standing right in front of him.

Her left shoulder was almost completely cleaved open by the sword strike, and blood stained half of her body. But her right hand still firmly gripped the dagger, which she then plunged into Shen Guanlan's heart.

"you……"

Shen Guanlan opened his mouth, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

He lowered his head, looking at the dagger stuck in his chest, and then at the expressionless woman in front of him.

"I...lost..."

He let out a final, unwilling sigh.

My body felt as if it had lost all support and I fell backward.

There was a cliff behind him.

Shen Guanlan's body, like a withered leaf, fell into boundless darkness. Until the very last moment, his hand still gripped the sword manual tightly, refusing to let go.

That was his dream.

It is also his grave.

Song Qingyin stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the figure disappear into the darkness.

ended.

Once that taut string snaps, endless exhaustion and darkness instantly engulf her.

She swayed and fell to the ground.

The expected pain did not come.

A warm, trembling embrace caught her.

“Ayin…”

Shen Shi'an's voice rang in my ears, thick with nasal congestion and fear, "Don't sleep...please, don't sleep..."

Song Qingyin opened her eyes with difficulty.

By the light of the lightning, she could see the face before her.

The usually gentle and refined young master of the Shen family, always impeccably dressed, was now disheveled, looking like a beggar. His face was covered in mud, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes, which always held a smile, were now bloodshot and filled with tears.

“Shen…Shi’an…”

She wanted to raise her hand to wipe away his tears, but found that she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

"I'm here, I'm here." Shen Shi'an grasped her icy hand and pressed it against his face, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry... I'm late... I'm so sorry..."

"It's not too late..."

Song Qingyin forced a smile, trying to give him a reassuring one, but coughed up blood instead.

"Just right..."

They arrived just in time to collect the body.

She silently added a sentence in her mind.

Her consciousness began to fade, and her body felt incredibly light. The system's warning seemed to ring in her mind again, but she couldn't hear it anymore.

so tired.

It's finally time to rest.

Song Qingyin slowly closed her eyes. Just before she fell into darkness, she seemed to hear a heart-wrenching cry.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

It's a pity; it seems we won't be able to complete the strategy missions for this world.

Fortunately, she and Shen Shi'an haven't revealed their relationship yet. He should be heartbroken for a while and then forget about her.

The rain is still falling, washing away all the filth and sin in this world.

Only the ancient pine tree on the edge of the cliff silently watched all of this, as if bearing final witness to this absurd dream of the martial arts world.