I am a female swordsman.

"Could it be... a kidnapping? No, Mitis, you're committing a crime!"

Huang Quan, who had been silent to the side, raised her eyes slightly. That's right, it was a crime! She had already prepared her testimony and was just waiting for the police to break down the door and arrest the strange aunt, Midis!

“What are you thinking? I also want to help her find her family, but…”

"Don't worry, Rose will find me soon!" Alizee said confidently, hands on her hips, and then followed Midis closely.

To this day, the Rose Maiden that Alizee spoke of has not appeared.

She's probably a maid or bodyguard, and she's quite unreliable, letting her young master wander around the unpredictable city.

Glug~~!

Mitis’s stomach made an unpleasant noise.

"Oh dear, I've been so busy chatting with you two. Come on, come on, let's eat together." With a slightly flushed face, Midis invited Alizee and Ophelia to the table. Unexpectedly, the peculiar octopus was also on the table. Huang Quan, who had prepared a sumptuous meal, didn't object and quickly picked up her chopsticks to finish her dinner.

There's nothing wrong with a lively atmosphere at the dinner table.

Yes, that's right, a little liveliness doesn't seem so bad. Thinking this way, and watching Ophelia and Alizee fighting over the delicious meat dishes, with Midis acting like a parent telling the two not to be too noisy, Huang Quan's mood inexplicably improved a lot.

A good balance between tension and relaxation.

As Huang Quan ate a slice of braised pork, this idiom suddenly came to mind. Her life now could be considered truly balanced. She was neither intoxicated by the warmth and peace nor crushed by the endless sword domain of death. This kind of life was truly blissful, so blissful that she was reluctant to let it disappear.

Leave application dated April 1, 2019

This is not an April Fool's joke. I'm taking a day off today to properly plan the plot and purpose of the next volume after this one ends, as well as the overall direction of the book.

In addition, I have an idea for a new book, which is still in the planning stages. I plan to start writing it after this book is finished. Happy April Fool's Day to all the readers who have read this far! —The Doll of the Starry Clock Tower

Chapter Twenty-Six: Questions

As usual when living in the apartment, Huang Quan would wash up and take a shower exceptionally early after dinner. Of course, there were always people who would gladly do the cleaning up. After each shower, when she locked herself in her room, she could almost see the magnificent sight of the setting sun, half the sky turning golden.

If there are many clouds, you can also see the spectacle of fiery clouds at sunset.

But the people in this city seem to have already taken it for granted.

At least in the vicinity of Huang Quan's apartment, he didn't see anyone who would specifically move a stool to a balcony with a wide view at sunset to quietly appreciate the beautiful scenery of the last moments.

I sat on the balcony of my room.

Facing the setting sun slowly sinking below the horizon, Huang Quan instinctively felt a sense of desolation and regret. Even knowing that the newborn sun would rise from another direction the next morning, the feeling of walking into darkness was still unavoidable.

Emotions are truly hard to describe...

"I can't believe I'm being sentimental sometimes." Sitting on the balcony, Huang Quan looked at the setting sun, half of which had already sunk below the horizon, and shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

Huang Quan felt that he shouldn't be so sentimental.

But after living here for a while, without any obvious external pressure, Huang Quan started to miss home. He thought about his pre-transmigration self, his ordinary house, and how thankfully he wasn't an only child, so even if he transmigrated, his family wouldn't be too heartbroken.

There will be a chance to go back!

Turning his head to the side, the golden rays of the setting sun fell on his face. Some of the sunlight even reached Huang Quan's eyes. The clear lenses, which were originally a blood-red hue, now revealed different shades of deep pink. His bright and clear eyes shone like natural gemstones that had been illuminated.

"Little Yellow Spring, open the door."

Aunt Midis's voice traveled through the door and the room, finally reaching Huang Quan's ears on the balcony. The thought that this scorpion would disturb him now that the door was closed made Huang Quan's brow furrow slightly.

It seems the arrival of those two unstable factors has also affected Midis, and judging by this trend, it might even affect him in the future. There was no verbal response, but the sound of slippers rustling inside indicated that Huang Quan was approaching the door. Soon, the door lock creaked shut, and the door was pushed open, revealing a space for one person.

Standing in this space, Huang Quan quietly looked at his aunt.

Is there something you need? Don't bother me if there's nothing wrong.

Without saying a word, Huang Quan subtly conveyed her meaning to Midis with her expression. What truly caught Huang Quan's attention was the behavior of Alizee and Ophelia, who were pretending to watch TV in the living room but actually keeping an eye on this direction.

“I think you should come out and walk around more often, since you lock yourself in your room every day.” Midis clearly had a deeper meaning, as if she was concerned and hoped that Huang Quan could interact more with the two new little ones who had moved in.

"I bought the ingredients for dinner myself, and I also went out for a walk today."

Having roughly understood Aunt Mitis's meaning, Huang Quan closed the door without leaving any room for discussion.

Outside the door, Midis's eyes held a strange worry. Huang Quan hadn't lied; he had indeed gone for a walk, but that was all—nothing more than a walk. Midis could still sense Huang Quan's various health problems beneath his expressionless exterior.

Some were lingering injuries from battle that hadn't been properly treated, while others were more complex and difficult to heal.

Unfortunately, Midis was not a doctor.

"Mitis, is she still unwilling to come out and watch TV with us?"

“Mitis, your niece is really something, so cool.”

Two little ones, who had somehow appeared behind Mitis, were loudly expressing their opinions, as if they wanted Huang Quan in the room to hear them. Mitis looked at the two clumsy little ones, her mood improved a bit, and she took one in each hand and led them to the sofa.

………………

"..."

Inside the room, Huang Quan's lips seemed to curve upwards slightly, but the smile quickly vanished. Her pursed red lips, like their owner, were taciturn, and the feeling of being cared for wasn't bad.

Continue into the Sword Domain.

Or rather, this has become a daily routine, constantly entering the Sword Domain to train. Through sweat, one can clearly feel oneself growing stronger little by little, and the joy of achievement accumulates into unparalleled satisfaction. Training can be captivating; Huang Quan now has the confidence to say that.

I climbed into bed and lay down lazily.

Enveloped in the soft cup, her consciousness slowly sank downwards. Intentionally controlling her consciousness to drift into a hazy state, Huang Quan's breathing in the real world soon became quiet and rhythmic, as if she had truly fallen asleep, her eyelashes trembling and drooping as she closed her eyes completely.

Consciousness space, in front of a dark blue light screen.

Huang Quan was manually controlling the system panel to check his personal status, and a warning in yellow font was still displayed for an item indicating that his soul structure was unstable.

In the world of Divine Comedy, questions concerning the soul and body are consistently warned about in red. Yellow indicates harm, but also a potential threat to life. Red signifies a fatal risk, a hidden danger requiring immediate resolution.

'After being torn apart by the demons, the soul's structure has evolved into a unique form of collective fragments. It is highly adaptable and possesses the property of being able to tear and reassemble, at the cost of sacrificing stability.'

Huang Quan thoughtfully shared his feelings.

Her soul's stability subsequently lagged far behind others, a relative sacrifice. After so many ups and downs within the Sword Domain, this warning is currently testing the waters between red and yellow.

'Many disasters and hardships...'

No one is immune to death, and I'll be no exception, just not now.

'Perhaps I could learn some swordsmanship and the [Wandering Samurai] technique from Liang Yue.'

'Instead of simply viewing the Sword Domain as a training ground, the greatest value of the entry ticket should be the [Divine Sword] itself. If someone is outstanding enough, they might even be taken as a disciple... But never mind, that's wishful thinking.'

Some of his thoughts drifted off into unrealistic fantasies, but Huang Quan knew he wasn't some exceptionally talented genius; he was merely not mediocre or foolish. Taking on a disciple was out of the question. Offering even a little guidance, and helping him gain some insight into the path of the sword, would be a great achievement, given the significant difference in their levels of understanding.

Whether it's wishful thinking or reality, everything has a premise.

Huang Quan was finally able to stand truly before Liang Yue.

This is no easy task. Even if its owner does not deliberately control it, any object in the sword domain is still full of deadly potential for Huang Quan.

Enter the Sword Domain!

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Wild Fantasy of the Sword Domain

Upon entering the Sword Domain, one is greeted by a misty, shrouded river.

With a tendency to fall into the water due to weightlessness, Huang Quan lightly touched the surface of the river with one foot. Skillfully controlling her limited sword energy, she started from the toes and spread out rhythmic ripples on the river surface.

Very little of these ripples return after they spread out.

Because most of them were damaged in the process due to various reasons, don't forget that the essence of the Sword Domain is still composed of Liang Yue's sword intent. All phenomena, when traced back to their origins, are nothing more than the sword intent of the [Divine Sword]. With some progress in sword intent, Huang Quan made new discoveries in his senses this time.

Clearer and more accurate!

The rising smoke and waves, the surging of the great river, and even the strange spectacle of the cold wind flowing orderly through the space—these are all part of the experience. The senses gradually extend from the macroscopic to the microscopic, and with a breakthrough in precision, things become different.

maybe……

This time, they were able to evade the test set up by Liang Yue.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Quan slowly closed his crimson eyes. At the same time, the rising smoke and the howling winds in the air carried a hidden killing intent. Their target was only one person: the outsider standing on the misty river!

Her slender, jade-like index finger twitched rapidly!

Tsk!

A slight cutting sound occurred not far in front of Huang Quan, as if she had severed something invisible. The next moment, a chilling gust of wind that should have been heading towards Huang Quan was redirected in another direction.

"The Sword Domain is the distribution of sword intent in time and space. Its source is Liang Yue. Without control, its rules can be explored. It's really not easy to die so many times."

Huang Quan couldn't help but feel a slight sense of joy at this moment. She had successfully interfered with and deflected Liang Yue's sword intent with her own. This was a bold attempt after she had confirmed that Liang Yue was not controlling her sword intent. It was like a skilled programmer writing a difficult program and giving it to a novice programmer. The novice couldn't possibly fully understand the program's operation and rules, but with their rudimentary knowledge, they could still run, destroy, or... modify the uncontrolled program without consequences.

To solve problems effectively, you need to understand the question setter's intentions.

There must have been a reason why Liang Yue dumped her here; otherwise, the Peach Blossom Spring and Bamboo Forest in the Yellow Springs would have been a pretty nice place to bury her as she died repeatedly.

"Control, precision, and..."

The meaning of the last word, "Yellow Springs," is somewhat uncertain, but this should be the essence of Liang Yue's question. If the last word were interpreted as "Yellow Springs," it would likely be something like "writing." The first two are the foundation, while the last one is the starting point and extension, the stepping stone to advancing towards the boundless glory of swordsmanship.

Huang Quan gazed at the body of water with a mixture of fascination and even greed.

She had gradually come to realize how precious a sword domain, unclaimed or deliberately left uncontrolled by its owner, was. If her swordsmanship were much stronger, she wouldn't be limited to merely interfering without being able to trace its origins and analyze it. Thinking about this, Huang Quan felt a slight pang of heartache!

We've finally found the right direction.

The white-clad immortal who had descended upon the misty waves finally began his correct journey of solving the problem, no longer flying around aimlessly like a headless fly as before.

………………

"He remains humble and steady, making steady progress. He shows signs of being unmoved by external gains or losses. If Sordros, who loves to teach, were to see this, he would surely be generous with his guidance." After all, the legendary swordsman who has already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship has fewer and fewer sword techniques to prove himself.

Even Liang Yue herself has very little opportunity to communicate with Soderross anymore.

But the enemy remains so powerful that it inspires despair...

"The road ahead is blocked, and there is no way back. Which way should we go?"

As Liang Yue fished on the river, she sighed softly. Making progress was a good thing; the most terrifying thing was for professionals like them who had already reached their limits. Every cautious step forward was followed by long periods of agonizing over whether the step they had painstakingly taken was correct.

"Well, let's keep killing time, hehehe."

For someone who has reached Liang Yue's level, confusion and sorrow are like a speck of dust on glass. As long as he is willing to gently brush it away, any distracting thoughts can be swept away, leaving behind a clean and clear mind and will.