Chapter 3: Saving a Life

Han Li was gripped by a jade-like hand at the hilt.

At the same time, Lin Lingshu directed a large amount of spiritual power into Han Li, then used her will to control the direction in which the power was released.

She took a determined stride toward the wild wolf.

Wang Shuheng had already been knocked down by the wolf.

The wolf’s two massive paws pressed onto his shoulders, pinning him in place.

Its enormous head slowly moved toward his own, preparing to bite down.

Wang Shuheng could even smell the metallic tang of blood from the wolf’s jaws.
At the moment he teetered on the edge of despair—

Lin Lingshu thrust the longsword toward the wolf.
The sharp blade pierced the wolf’s fur and skin before it could turn its body.

Then, Lin Lingshu released her control over the spiritual power within the blade.

Spiritual power at the eighth level of Qi Condensation surged into the limbs and marrow of the wolf, which itself was below the third level of Qi Condensation.

Unbound, the spiritual power violently destroyed everything inside.

With a loud explosion, the wolf was blown apart into several clusters of red and white matter.

Lin Lingshu formed a layer of water membrane in the air with her spiritual power, preventing the splatter from landing on herself.

However, Wang Shuheng lacked such skill. The red-and-white remnants splattered all over him.

Seeing this, Lin Lingshu gritted her teeth against the nausea, and condensed a ball of water energy.
She poured it directly from Wang Shuheng’s head, washing off the red and white matter from his body.

At the same time, she kept scrutinizing the male protagonist of the novel.

According to the novel’s description: a benchmark-perfect tall and upright figure, healthy wheat-colored skin, knife-sculpted eyebrows, a sharp and high nose bridge, thin but firmly pressed lips, and a pair of jet-black eyes that occasionally flickered with light.

Hmm…

Forgive her inability to imagine appearances just from words.

Now that she had transmigrated,

Lin Lingshu gave Wang Shuheng a thorough once-over, and could only sum it up as:

He looks pretty standard.

If a man were describing a woman, there would be a ton of adjectives like “fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged,” etc.
But although this body was female, her inner soul was that of a pure, unadulterated tomboy.

So Lin Lingshu was left with no choice but to describe Wang Shuheng in the most plain way possible.

“If you want to live a better life, go to Lingjian Pavilion,” Lin Lingshu said, then strode toward the forest.

Why not fly there in style with a sword?

Because Lin Lingshu didn’t know how to yet.

Of course not.

She had barely arrived in this world for half an hour.

It wasn’t like she had the original protagonist’s full memories and experience to inherit.

As Lin Lingshu walked into the forest, her figure quickly disappeared beneath the thick foliage.

Wang Shuheng wiped the water traces off his face, and softly whispered in the direction Lin Lingshu left,
“Thank you.”

When Lin Lingshu entered the forest, she noticed that the Heavenly Dao orb, which had been veiled in crimson, had returned to its original smooth, pale-white appearance.

“Heavenly Dao, I need an explanation. What exactly is going on?”

“Certainly, Otherworld Visitor,” the Heavenly Dao’s mechanical voice slowly replied.

“This world is both real and illusory. If you believe it’s real, then it is real. If you believe it’s false, then it is false…”

“…”
Lin Lingshu couldn’t help but wonder if this thing was trying to lecture her in philosophy, quite comparable to that high school politics teacher who forced the entire class into the top-tier exam track.

“Heavenly Dao, cut it out. Just teleport me back first.” Lin Lingshu bluntly interrupted the “skill.”

The Heavenly Dao stopped. A pure white pillar of light enveloped Lin Lingshu.

When Lin Lingshu opened her eyes again, she was back in the secret chamber.