Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System-Novel



Despite the unexpected turn in the conversation, the woman in emerald robes maintained her nonchalant demeanor. She seemed unfazed by their disquiet, her calm disposition reflecting an inner strength that was not easily shaken. She held the gaze of her seniors, her eyes revealing nothing but firm resolve. It was clear she had already anticipated their concerns and was ready to counter them with her own viewpoint.

Xiaolian, hearing the woman's words, instantly grasped the underlying implication. "Junior Martial Sister, what do you imply? Does the enemy have other formidable elements?" She queried, her tone urgent, revealing her sudden anxiety. The possibility of unanticipated formidable forces on the enemy side was indeed a cause for concern, forcing them to reassess their strategic preparations. The stakes had suddenly risen, pushing them into a deeper level of strategy.

As Xiaolian tried to decipher the implications of the woman's words, Ziyan was also processing the unexpected revelation. A look of surprise washed over her features, her eyebrows knitting together as she tried to unravel the meaning hidden within the Junior Martial Sister's words. This sudden twist in the situation required them to rethink their approach, and Ziyan too was keen to understand the implications.

Caught off guard by the woman's revelation, the two Senior Sisters struggled to comprehend the implications of her words. The mention of the enemy having other formidable elements presented a new challenge, one that required immediate attention. The women found themselves grappling with the reality of the unexpected scenario, their minds racing to understand the depth of the issue at hand.

"I've received intel that their hideout is under the surveillance of their leader, a Golden Core cultivator. Since the manpower gathered by you, my Senior Sisters, fell short, I ventured to Swan Creek Vale to persuade the Lightning Elder to assist us!" The woman's voice, steady yet firm, carried the weight of the dire revelation she was sharing. Her revelation was not just a statement, but a bold move that underscored her readiness to take matters into her own hands.

The news hit the two senior women like a bolt from the blue, their expressions a mirror reflecting their shock and uncertainty. Their eyes met, sharing a look that silently conveyed their doubts. But they knew better than to question the gravity of the situation openly. Instead, they chose to exchange doubtful glances, their silence a testament to the seriousness of the situation.

Despite their initial shock, the women refrained from voicing their doubts. They knew that their junior had gone to great lengths to secure the Lightning Elder's help. And yet, they were aware that the cost must have been substantial, a fact that could not be overlooked. However, this was not the time to delve into those details. They decided to set aside their doubts for the moment and focus on the task at hand. The discussion about the cost incurred could wait until the mission was accomplished.

Following her revelation, the woman in emerald robes scanned the crowd of cultivators assembled on the mountaintop. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, swept across the faces before her. Each person, each countenance was closely scrutinized, their strengths and weaknesses assessed. Her gaze, though cool, was intense, reflecting her analytical mind.

She seemed satisfied with the crowd of cultivators that had been assembled. "Senior Sisters have managed to summon more Core Formation cultivators than anticipated," she remarked, a note of approval in her voice. It was clear that she considered the number of cultivators present as a significant advantage.

"With the addition of the Lightning Elder, we are certain to obliterate those vile cultivators and avenge my mother!" Her voice, cold as ice, was heavy with conviction. The killing intent that seeped into her words was palpable. The fight ahead was personal for her, and she would stop at nothing to ensure her mother's death was avenged.

"Rest assured, we will certainly avenge our Sect Master and settle this score!" Ziyan's words resonated in the air, her calm demeanor belying the steely determination that echoed in her statement. She stroked her sleek, ebony hair, a gesture of composure that was both regal and serene. Her eyes, filled with resolve, looked towards the horizon, her mind already strategizing their next move.

Ziyan's statement was not merely a proclamation of revenge. It was a solemn promise, a pledge of loyalty to their fallen Sect Master. The gravity of her words lay not only in the determination to avenge their master, but also in the quiet assurance that they would indeed settle the score. Her words rang with a certain degree of finality, a decree of justice that was to be served.

Gently running her fingers through her hair, Ziyan let her eyes sweep over the cultivators around her. Her gaze was unyielding, a silent testament to her unwavering resolve. It was clear that the task ahead of them was not an easy one. Yet, Ziyan stood strong, her demeanor reflecting the strength and resilience that would be crucial for their upcoming mission.

"Absolutely. Our Sect Master bestowed great kindness upon us. We will willingly risk our lives to annihilate the enemy." Xiaolian voiced her agreement with a solemnity that matched Ziyan's. Her words bore the weight of the vow they were making, a commitment to honor their Sect Master's legacy.

Her agreement was not just an affirmation of Ziyan's words; it was a pledge of unwavering loyalty to their Sect Master. Xiaolian expressed her willingness to risk their lives, if it meant avenging their fallen master. Her statement was firm, her tone resolute, echoing the same spirit of determination that Ziyan had voiced.

In the face of such profound loyalty and determination, Wan felt a wave of deep gratitude wash over her. The gesture of her Senior Sisters had touched her deeply, stirring a sense of respect and admiration within her. She bowed to them in a solemn act of acknowledgment, her head bent in a silent expression of gratitude.

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