I am a female swordsman.

As the clock's hour hand steadily pointed to six, Huang Quan, sitting quietly in the living room, looked at the now-cold dinner on the table and let out a barely perceptible sigh. Aunt Midis had stood her up; one of the three fundamental human traits, even the [Sword Sect] couldn't withstand it.

The delicious food has gone cold.

Huang Quan didn't have any taboos. As long as the food wasn't spoiled or cold, it was at most a matter of poor taste. Compared to the dry, specially prepared rations she sometimes had to eat because of her circumstances, she was much happier.

They devoured it like a whirlwind! Huang Quan's eating habits were a bit creepy!

It's not that she eats in a particularly rude or uncouth way, but no matter what she's holding on her chopsticks, the moment she opens her lips and puts it in her mouth, a soft meatball or a large bone snaps in two with a crisp sound. The bite is so clean, as if it had been precisely sliced ​​by a chef's knife, the cut surface is strangely smooth.

After Huang Quan's body returned to normal from the [Demon Contractor] profession, his craving for delicious food became even stronger.

Simply put, it's about satisfying one's appetite.

Demons possess desires, and when a contract is made with a demon to share power, those desires are amplified and projected onto the contractor. This change affects not only the body but also the soul. It's actually quite easy to understand: after the physical afflictions have been resolved for a considerable period, the benefits of the [Demon Contractor] profession begin to emerge.

Every Demon Contractor throughout history has been a battle maniac, and since they are battle maniacs, their physical fitness must be top-notch.

Calling someone with such weak physical abilities a fighting maniac is a joke, isn't it?

Through generations of inheritance and continuous fine-tuning and improvement by demons and contractors, magical energy can now be applied to the physical body more perfectly and fully. Compared to sword masters and others who focus more on qi and spirit, demon tamers undoubtedly place greater emphasis on qi and essence.

When one's vital energy or blood is abundant, it will influence one's personality.

Irritable, short-tempered, and bloodthirsty. Ahem, and of course, there are some less-than-desirable aspects. It's a well-known fact that the [Demon Contractors] have somewhat promiscuous private lives. But the [Demon Contractors] don't care about such gossip. They live life to the fullest, killing whoever displeases them and pursuing whoever stirs their heart—that's the kind of life that's truly exhilarating!

Fortunately, the Yellow Springs do not have such obvious flaws.

The essence of the Sword Master is mastery and control, requiring the sword to be drawn with the utmost precision in order to achieve the highest efficiency and superior lethality.

Control met with loss of control.

Of course, excessive control can turn professionals into cold robots who don't understand what true calmness and rationality are, and thus go astray.

The two aspects have been well reconciled, and Huang Quan's body is now very balanced and natural. By constantly using the sword domain of the [Divine Sword] to hone his sword intent, his mind, body, and energy are all advancing in tandem. Huang Quan's strength is growing steadily, without any sign of forcing growth.

The order of the third order.

Pushed to the limit, in the battle zone of the monsters, there is a possibility of an individual leading an entire civilization to the forefront, gazing at the stars. Huang Quan unknowingly stepped into the third tier in a daze; she only knew that she wouldn't have to worry about tiers for a long time.

Having jumped from the second tier to the third tier like a rocket, Huang Quan needs to make everything about himself worthy of the tier as soon as possible.

dong dong dong! !

As Huang Quan was quickly finishing the food on the table while thinking about her own things, there was a rhythmic knocking at the door. She glanced at the clock subconsciously; it was almost seven o'clock. Aunt Midis had finally stopped standing her up.

Chapter Sixteen: Who is Barn?

"I'm back..." came a dejected voice as Salty Fish Cod leaned against the doorway, its eyes rolling back.

Welcome back.

The words were so bland they made one wonder if they truly meant any welcome. Huang Quan, possessing a powerful, icy aura, calmly looked at Mitis. Mitis, automatically assuming her niece Huang Quan was being awkward, shrugged and tossed her briefcase to her.

It caught perfectly.

"Sorry, your dinner is over... but I don't mind making another one."

Midis's beautiful face was slightly distorted. Back in her apartment, she collapsed onto the living room sofa. Her nose twitched as she lay there, looking like she'd been wronged outside. Usually, when a woman shows her vulnerable side, the best thing for those around her to do is give her a hug.

But Huang Quan is not a normal person.

Regardless of her character before she transmigrated, the two worlds had already polished Huang Quan to the point that no living person should approach her.

Even if she harbors worry or concern, the way she expresses it will likely be exceptionally awkward. Therefore, expecting Huang Quan to care for her like a sweet, attentive child is destined to be a disappointment. Huang Quan looked at her aunt, who was sprawled on the sofa with her pert bottom facing him, her eyes darkening slightly, but she remained silent.

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

When the dramatic Midis saw that her niece was ignoring her, she immediately did a somersault to vent her frustration and annoyance.

Of course, what Huang Quan sees as a carp leaping over its own feet is more like a salted fish thrashing about.

A faint smile involuntarily appeared in her eyes. Watching her aunt perform her monkey show, her innocent and childlike appearance was truly amusing. Yes, as interesting as a cat with its fur standing on end. Huang Quan, still maintaining his pseudo-expressionless demeanor, observed Midis with a cunning eye, waiting to see what she would say next.

"These kids nowadays really don't know how to respect their elders! She actually called me 'Auntie,' you be the judge, look at that waist, that butt, that chest, and that face! How can she be called 'Auntie'? If she weren't unsupervised, I would have beaten that brat half to death and sent her to the hospital!!"

No wonder she was so angry today. It turns out that besides the pressure of working overtime, our cat was also called an old lady by a little kid.

Age is always a taboo subject for women.

Auntie, spinster, grandma, no boyfriend, never been in a relationship… In short, Mitis heard far too many taboo words from that sharp-tongued little brat. Normally, she might have been magnanimous and let the ignorant child off the hook, but ever since Huang Quan moved in, the invisible pressure from her young and beautiful niece…

Midis's instincts as a woman were still somewhat sensitive.

'I think that little brat isn't wrong.'

The above is roughly Huang Quan's summary of her feelings after listening to Aunt Midis's complaints. She didn't say anything to comfort her, but simply sat down beside her aunt and reached out to stroke Midis's brilliant silver hair a couple of times, as if petting a cat.

"Children don't know any better, Aunt Mitis. You're a grown-up now." Some things are better left unsaid. Huang Quan's words had already made Mitis, who was enjoying being stroked, blush slightly. It was indeed improper for a self-proclaimed mature adult to argue with a child like that.

However, she did apologize properly...

That little brat burst into tears after only a couple of sentences; what a complete little brat! Didn't her parents and elders teach her that there are very few situations where crying is acceptable, and that crying in front of strangers is truly shameful?

"I'm going to cook."

"Okay, thank you... Um, do you need me to help out?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Quan, who had already started tying his apron, had a strange look flash across his expressionless face. Although the two had only been living together for less than two days, Huang Quan had every right to question whether Midis could cook, given the messy living room they first met and how poor Midis was, relying on instant noodles and other fast-food junk food that required no cooking.

Going into the kitchen might just be a hindrance.

"Aunt Mitis, you've been working all day, you should get some rest." The implication was clear: go somewhere cool and don't cause me any trouble.

Touched by his niece's concern, Midis lay back down on the sofa.

Little Huangquan is truly an angel!

Thinking this, the salted fish croaker drifted off to sleep and unconsciously closed her eyes. Unlike her usual lonely days when she came home alone, her smile at this moment was exceptionally warm and peaceful.

………………

"Mitis, lead everyone and run! The Imperial army is coming soon!"

Second sister? Don't go...!

"You're a coward! Don't you understand? Ever since Bill Mark, the Empire will never let us go!"

No, Third Sister, I am not a coward.

"..."

Fourth sister, are you blaming me too?

Those were tragic memories that didn't belong to this world, didn't belong to this comfortable haven. In the darkness where no hope of a better future could be seen, even the most resilient human would show their weakness. Her ideals, misunderstood by others, her desire to overthrow the empire but also her concern for the empire's overall order, refused to be the so-called mob executioner the empire falsely accused her of being!

Endure what ordinary people cannot, and do what ordinary people dare not.

It is despised by ordinary people!

Midis's swordsmanship was too high and too far-reaching, so high that even her comrades who wanted to overthrow the empire together rarely understood her existence.

“Barn…!”

In her sleep, Midis instinctively screamed, and when she opened her eyes, she saw only a pristine white ceiling. Instead of the scene from her nightmare—the powerful Imperial Sword Saint unleashing a barrage of sword strikes, and her own arduous struggle to intercept them with her demonic sword—the oppressive feeling of death emanating from the Imperial Sword Saint remained undiminished even after so much time had passed. Every time she closed her eyes, she had the illusion that she was already decapitated.

Who is Barn?

Huang Quan, standing like a ghost beside the sofa, held a kitchen knife and looked down at the helpless Li.

"Who is Barn?" The gleaming kitchen knife reflected a chilling light as Huang Quan asked urgently, her voice carrying an inexplicable air of pressure. Faced with her niece's stance, holding a kitchen knife, Midis couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unease. Although she was certain that the rational and calm Huang Quan wouldn't actually chop him down, anyone would feel uneasy with a knife held to their head.

"Ahem, an old friend, an old friend."

An old friend who wished him dead.

Midis's explanation caused Huang Quan to raise an eyebrow inexplicably, and his previously steady right hand, holding the knife, slowly lowered the extremely intimidating weapon. Indeed, this world was connected to the world of Arad.

"Get ready to eat."

Whether it was just his imagination or not, Midis felt a strange heaviness in his niece's back as he looked at Huang Quan, who had left his message.

Chapter Seventeen: Cherishing One's Own Wisdom

Barring unforeseen circumstances, Huang Quan's life can be described as relatively monotonous.

Eating, studying, practicing swordsmanship, sleeping.

Aside from these four things, the time spent on other tasks is negligible. Aunt Mitis was astonished by this highly disciplined lifestyle; it was like being a pre-programmed robot, completely unsuitable for a young girl like Xiao Huangquan!

Although I really want to change Huang Quan's monotonous and mechanical lifestyle.

However, due to certain concerns, Midis did not begin to guide Huang Quan to become as lively and cheerful as she should be at her age.

"That aura... it couldn't be him..." Staring at the tightly closed door of Huang Quan's room, Midis murmured thoughtfully. The man's aura was still as calm and collected as ever, everything seemed so natural. If she hadn't been fortunate enough to witness his wooden sword and be so impressed, she really wouldn't have been able to tell.

[Divine Sword] Liang Yue...

The fact that he dared to be called a god in his title shows just how awe-inspiring his swordsmanship must have been.

Midis remembered that the name Liang Yue wasn't actually given to him by himself. Initially, some swordsmen he had defeated were unwilling to accept this and deliberately gave him such a name, not out of respect, but out of ill intent. Because of this name, there was quite a stir for a time, and countless swordsmen, each with their own agenda, challenged Liang Yue.

Many swordsmen went from initial disdain to solemnity, and finally to complete submission.

Liang Yue's reputation was earned step by step, not bestowed upon her by others. From then on, Liang Yue disliked being challenged by others very much, and she would unscrupulously push any challengers to Sordros.

so.

It is a rare and fortunate thing to be able to receive guidance from Liang Yue, the "Divine Sword".

………………

If Huang Quan could hear Aunt Midis's thoughts, he would definitely shove her head down the toilet. Lucky? It should be said that he was merely clinging to a sliver of hope amidst misfortune. Within the sword domain of the [Divine Sword], death could occur at any moment, and that's only because Huang Quan possessed a mental form. If it were an ordinary swordsman, wouldn't they have already perished?

Faced with the high-pressure environment that threatens death, where one will die without struggling to the utmost, progress is only natural.

As the saying goes, you'll never know your limits until you push yourself.

The problem is, if you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. If you challenge death too often, it's quite possible that you might accidentally die.

………………

The twenty-fifth time, within the Sword Domain, within the great river, two large fish, one black and one white, resembling carp, stared menacingly at Huang Quan. It's noteworthy that their eyes and their solid body color were completely opposite. In Huang Quan's eyes, these two spiritual creatures, purely formed from sword intent, were actually two swords with extremely contrasting movements, a truly disgusting sight!

After unleashing his sword intent, Huang Quan could only hold on for two breaths before he was quickly submerged in the two extreme, opposite yet ultimately convergent sword intents.