Chapter 107 Day 29 of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

Chapter 107: The Twenty-Ninth Day in a Wuxia Novel

What... what kind of martial art is this?! No! This isn’t martial arts at all! It’s sorcery! It’s celestial magic! It’s the power of gods or demons!

How could there be such a terrifying force in the world?!

Is An Yi even human?!

Ling Fengyao stood behind An Yi, untouched by that power.

He stared at the back of that white-robed figure, who had suppressed the entire gathering with just a lift of his hand, and an unprecedented, almost obsessive light burst from his peach blossom eyes!

His heart pounded wildly, his blood boiling as if on fire!

This was the one he had set his heart on—so powerful, so cold, so breathtaking! He absolutely adored the way he looked—commanding everything, looking down on all beings!

An Yi’s gaze swept indifferently over the frozen crowd, whose eyes were filled with terror.

He moved his fingertips slightly.

The dozens who had cursed the loudest and most venomously—whether righteous disciples or members of the Fuyi Sect, whether they had insulted An Yi or Ling Fengyao—suddenly let out a piercing, miserable scream in unison.

As if subjected to an invisible torture, their faces turned deathly pale, cold sweat poured down like a waterfall, their bodies trembled violently, and their eyes were filled with extreme agony—yet they couldn’t move an inch, forced to endure it all!

Making an example of them.

Silent fear spread like a plague through everyone’s heart!

Only then did An Yi slowly lower his hand.

The terrifying chill that had enveloped the world receded slightly, and the people regained the ability to speak and move, but their internal force remained sluggish and hard to circulate.

Boundless fear left them weak, no longer daring to resist or curse—only trembling and awe remained.

A dead silence fell over the valley, broken only by heavy, suppressed breathing.

An Yi’s gaze shifted toward the Fuyi Sect. His voice was still calm, but carried an irresistible authority: “From today onward, the Fuyi Sect is under my control. Who agrees? Who objects?”

The Fuyi Sect members exchanged glances, looking at those still silently screaming and twitching in pain, then at that white-robed figure like a god or demon—who would dare say a single word of objection?!

Who would dare oppose?!

Several elders and protectors, their faces pale, exchanged looks and finally lowered their proud heads, speaking in trembling voices: “We welcome the Young Master... no, we welcome the Sect Leader!”

Seeing this, the rest of the sect members fell to their knees in a wave, their voices shaking: “We welcome the Sect Leader!”

An Luyuan was so furious he almost spat blood. He struggled, trying to summon his suppressed Corrosive Heart energy, and hissed, “You unfilial son! How... how dare you usurp my position?! I am your father! Heaven, earth, ruler, parent, teacher—filial piety is above all! How dare you...”

An Yi gave him a faint glance, his eyes cold and indifferent, without a trace of emotion, as if looking at a stranger: “Outdated arguments. The Fuyi Sect has always been a place where the weak are prey to the strong. When has filial piety ever mattered? Since you cannot control the sect, you should step down and let someone more capable take over.”

He didn’t give An Luyuan another chance to speak, continuing: “There are many past corrupt practices in the sect that I will address. From now on, the Fuyi Sect’s rules will be rewritten.”

His tone was calm, but it sent a chill through every Fuyi Sect member’s heart, as if they could already see a bloody reckoning in the future.

After dealing with the sect’s internal affairs, An Yi’s gaze at last turned to the group of ashen-faced righteous people.

“You.” His voice was calm: “Let this matter end here. Take your people and leave the territory of the Fuyi Sect immediately.”

The righteous people were both shocked and furious, but no one dared to argue.

Grand Master Hongshen clasped his hands together, barely suppressing his terror, and said in a trembling voice, “An... Sect Leader An... your martial arts are divine. This old monk admires them, but the Fuyi Sect has plagued the martial world for years. How can we...”

“Hm?” An Yi merely uttered a questioning syllable.

Grand Master Hongshen’s words instantly stuck in his throat, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. He could not finish his sentence. Before absolute power, any reasoning or conviction seemed pathetic and absurd.

As the Buddha says, “Keep the green hills, and you won’t lack firewood.” Better to retreat now!

Wu Yuanzhong, Abbess Third Spring, and the others also looked defeated, their faces ashen. They clenched their fists, nails digging into their palms, but ultimately dared not say another word.

They couldn’t win in a fight. They didn’t dare to speak.

What could they do but retreat?

Finally, amidst boundless fear and humiliation, the Righteous Alliance’s forces, supporting their traumatized and agonized disciples, began retreating like an ebbing tide.

Yan Yu, supported by his fellow disciples, staggered as he turned. He looked back one last time at that white-robed figure.

He still stood on the slope, robes fluttering, as if everything that had just shaken the entire gathering and overturned heaven and earth was merely a trivial effort to him.

So distant, so powerful, so... out of reach. A cold despair filled his heart, and he eventually left in despondency.

Ling Fengyao cheerfully sidled back to An Yi, his eyes dazzlingly bright, almost glued to him: “Ayi... what you just did was really...”

He couldn’t find the right words; his heart surged with excitement, and he wanted nothing more than to pick him up and spin him around a few times.

An Yi glanced at him sideways and smiled: “It’s settled.”

“Yes, yes, settled!” Ling Fengyao nodded eagerly, grinning from ear to ear: “So... now are we going to collect your ‘spoils of war’?” He hinted meaningfully at the Fuyi Sect headquarters.

An Yi nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling, trembling sect members and the livid-faced An Luyuan, too angry to speak but too afraid to, and the elders.

Ling Fengyao tilted his head, remembering something, and said: “Well... then I was right before. I’ll marry into your sect!”

An Yi turned, touched his face, and said: “Not bad. Even if we marry, I’ll be the one marrying you.”

Ling Fengyao laughed heartily and winked: “Either way! So we really are getting married?”

An Yi curled his lips: “Depends on how you behave!”

The Fuyi Sect members: ...

Could you please read the room?

Thus, the Western Demon Sect had a new master.

Comments:

“So strong!”

“Where did this take me? Is this still a wuxia novel?”

“Ling Fengyao really is the male lead!”

“Ling Fengyao: Truly a jackpot—life is as sweet as can be!”

“So elegant!”

“Isn’t strength all about looking impressive, cool, and elegant? (covers mouth with laughter)”

"I'm sorry, I messed up again with An Yi! (crying)"

"That's just human nature..."

"Now I get it too!"

"It's okay, no need to apologize. You just wasted a few seconds chasing a cheap thrill! You didn't hurt anyone~ (pats head)"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WTF (traditional virtue, my ass)"

"..."

An Yi: ......