Shock! I became the protagonist of a female-oriented novel.

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As soon as these four words appeared, a portion of the original owner's memories rushed into her mind all at once.

That memory is somewhat hazy, and I can't see it clearly, but—

But the scene seems real.

In her youth, after her master led her and several junior sisters in sword practice, everyone was exhausted. Suddenly, her master began to tell stories from the martial arts world, seemingly mentioning this "thousand-mile telepathy."

No, it's not just about mentioning it.

Yu Ci's faint memories told her that she must have practiced this technique afterward.

'With the support of internal energy, the sound travels a thousand miles...'

Those who have practiced this method before may hear the transmitted messages.

This method originates from the Liuyin school.

Flowing Sound School

Wait, if I remember correctly, the Liuyin Sect seems to be near the fork in the road? Not too far from the mountain!

Although it's a bit strange for a skill similar to that in a fantasy world to appear in a martial arts world, Yu Ci thought again, "This is a novel! What's abnormal about something appearing in a novel!"

"Lingluo, you are very quick-witted."

The little girl, Lingluo, leaned against the wall and gave a big laugh, "It's good that I can help Senior Sister!"

"Senior Sister, I'm sleepy, I'm going to rest now!"

"..."

It truly remains unmoved.

"Take a break."

Let her be alone in the corner, quietly recalling how this long-distance communication was actually implemented.

In the stillness of the night, my mind seems to race. I close my eyes and try to recall, I close my eyes and try to recall…

Qi sinking to the dantian?

Lower your voice?

Conceal your internal energy within your sound and then release it?

Yu Ci followed the steps in his memory step by step, but for some reason, after this seemingly amazing telepathic communication was completed, it seemed that there was absolutely no reaction... not even a little bit!

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to repeat the above steps many times.

Only after her lips had dried did she finally breathe a sigh of relief and begin to look up at the sky.

Why am I so unlucky?

system……

What's wrong with the system? Why do I feel like the memories I'm receiving this time are so blurry?

It's blurrier than ever before.

No, it's not just vague.

As the conversations with these people deepened and as he gradually recalled the events, Yu Ci felt that there seemed to be many gaps in the original owner's memories.

Thirteen elite soldiers turned into thirteen radish heads.

It seems that an elder should accompany someone who is going out to participate in the Rising Star Martial Arts Tournament. Where is the elder?

And there's that master I remember.

……

The jumbled memories gave Yu Ci a vague feeling that things were not so simple.

but--

It's no use thinking it's not simple.

Because all sorts of burly men came to deliver porridge again.

It seems that everyone here has been reserved by the 'higher-ups' of the bandit group, so even though the big man who came to deliver the porridge had a lewd look in his eyes when he looked at the group of people, he only said a few trash words and didn't dare to make a move.

Just like yesterday, after eating the food that was delivered, the group of kids started discussing how to proceed.

Considering this was a dungeon, although the guards didn't have much internal energy and shouldn't be able to hear everyone's conversation, the possibility of unforeseen circumstances couldn't be ruled out. Therefore, Yu Ci didn't mention the matter of transmitting his voice over a thousand miles and continued to calmly discuss matters with everyone.

Being locked up is very boring.

Another day passed quickly.

It seems there are only four days left until the fifteenth that the bandit leader mentioned.

……

Time passed slowly, and the so-called "message transmitted over a thousand miles" received no reply.

This made Yu Ci's heart sink a lot.

On the thirteenth day, the village had already started to light up with lanterns.

It was clearly a robbery, but they made it look like a wedding procession with red ribbons on the way.

However, no matter how lively and festive it was outside, the people inside the dungeon were just as somber and cold.

Fourteen, and several times he stopped everyone from eating the food sent from there.

In the past few days, she has already absorbed the original owner's internal energy. As for the Lingyun Sword Technique... although there are still shortcomings, she can now practice it to a certain extent.

The original owner's internal strength was more formidable than she had imagined.

No wonder... no wonder the Lingyun Sect dared to let Yu Ci escort a group of people, because the original owner's internal energy enhanced his moves, and his skill level might really not be lower than that of the elders.

Of course, now is not the time to talk about that.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Yu Ci's eyes, despite his usually gentle demeanor.

Once her powers are restored, she'll wait until the night of the fourteenth, when that group of people come to deliver the wedding dress, to strike. She'll have Little Carrot Head walk separately from her; she'll draw their fire, and Little Carrot Head... well, that's up to fate.

However, we waited and waited.

Yu Ci and a group of young kids gathered their inner energy and adjusted their breathing to the peak state, but waited for a long time without the procession delivering the wedding dress arriving.

Copycat.

"Who goes there!" Tiger Warrior stared at the woman standing in the main hall, his hands gripping his double axes slowly tightening. "You've trespassed on my Tiger Head Stronghold, do you think—"

"laugh."

Before Hu Ben could finish speaking, Feng Zui below couldn't help but laugh.

She wore a moon-white gauze dress, a color that would normally suit a beautiful woman perfectly, but on Feng Zui, the moon-white did not reflect purity; instead, it highlighted the unbridled nature hidden beneath Feng Zui's calm face.

"Do you think a bandit's den is the imperial court?"

"Trespassing?"

The sound grew colder, and Feng Zui drew her longsword from the scabbard at the hem of her skirt.

Tiger Warrior was stunned when he saw the sword. This sword—

"who are you?"

"Why do you all like to ask this question before you die?" Feng Zui raised her sword. When the night wind blew, the hair on her forehead fluttered slightly, and the cold, silver light of the sword reflected her expressionless face.

Thirteen years ago, at the foot of Dongzhou City, all 177 lives of Xiaolin Village were lost.

After that sentence, what happened next was ridiculously simple.

The chieftain, wanting to show off, wanted to kill the people who came seeking revenge himself, but the result was—

He was killed by two swords.

One sword can cleave two axes in two; another sword can pierce the throat.

Only after the man in the tiger skin fell to the ground did Feng Zui's face show some expression.

So fat.

The sound of them landing was louder than others.

This guy named Hu Ben is dead, who else is there? Squinting, Feng Zui recalled the list he had seen and turned around.

The bright red blood on the sword blade dripped down, staining the white dress, the blood-stained white echoing the red silk hanging in Tiger Head Village.

The orange lanterns swayed slightly; tonight was destined to be a blood-stained, sleepless night.

The hour of Wei (1-3 PM).

No one came to the dungeon.

Of course, it's not surprising that no one came; what is surprising is...

The dungeon guards were summoned away.

As someone with internal strength who was essentially cheating, Yu Ci overheard the conversation between the two people.

Although it's not clear, but—

'Someone has stormed the village!'

'A woman in white wielding a sword...'

'It seems they've come looking for...'

'The chieftain is gone, that woman is killing people now…'

If I remember correctly, the defining characteristic of the Liuyin School seems to be that they are dressed in white and wield swords.