deltrittennovels Chapter 47 A peerless female martial arts inheritor becomes a full-time security guard in my house.
Chapter 47 A peerless female martial arts inheritor becomes a full-time security guard in my house.
With a sharp, tearing sound, a figure in blue, sword and all, crashed heavily onto the constant-temperature lawn in the backyard of the manor.
The lawn was smashed, creating a shallow crater. Splattered dirt and grass clippings landed all over Yan Guhong's head, and she almost missed cutting with the kitchen knife in her hand.
Amidst the rising dust, a girl dressed in a light blue fitted outfit slowly straightened up, supporting herself with one hand on the ground.
The girl had a neat high ponytail, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a chilling, sharp aura in her clear, cold eyes.
A rusty bronze sword, even chipped in several places, was stuck diagonally in the soil at her feet, its hilt still humming and vibrating slightly.
This girl is named Liu Rushuang, and she is the most talented female successor of the current generation of the reclusive ancient martial arts sword sect.
She secluded herself in the deep mountains and forests from a young age to hone her unparalleled swordsmanship, which could injure people with even the most fleeting petals and leaves.
Half an hour earlier, she was training her swordsmanship near the Antarctic glacier when she happened to witness the red and gold steel suit rescuing people.
Liu Rushuang had never seen modern high-tech, and thought it was some kind of evil demon that had absorbed the earth's core fire to cultivate itself.
Adhering to the sect's ancestral precept of slaying demons and monsters, she stubbornly stepped on the ancient bronze sword passed down by her sect, gritting her teeth as she chased after the plasma tail flame all the way to Qingshui County.
Because she had exhausted her true energy, she finally lost control of the flying sword and fell headfirst into Lin Xian's courtyard.
Liu Rushuang patted the grass clippings off her outfit and coldly swept her gaze over the sci-fi manor suspended ten thousand meters in the air.
The holographic star map flowing in the sky and the defensive towers around her that shimmered with a ghostly blue light made her instinctively tighten her grip on the hilt of her sword.
In her traditional worldview of ancient martial arts, this method that can make a mountain rise out of thin air must be some kind of insidious demonic formation.
Liu Rushuang's gaze was fixed on the steel suit that was still dripping with seawater at the entrance of the server room.
She gripped the hilt of the sword with her other hand, pulled hard, kicking up a spray of dirt, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lin Xian.
"What kind of monster dares to manipulate steel puppets in broad daylight? Today, I, Liu Rushuang, will act on behalf of Heaven!"
Her over-the-top, melodramatic pronouncements echoed in the spacious backyard, seeming utterly out of place.
Mu Xiaotian squatted on the corridor steps, holding half of a mutated watermelon that she hadn't finished eating, staring at the woman in ancient costume as if she were a fool.
Xia Anran peeked out from behind Lin Xian's rocking chair, her eyes full of curiosity.
Chu Yiyi leaned close to Su Qinghan's ear and whispered that this girl must be an extra who escaped from some period drama crew, since she hadn't even taken off the wires that were suspending her.
Lin Xian leaned back in the holographic beach chair, his head throbbing from the sudden appearance of the female warrior.
He was holding a freshly brewed cup of high-mountain cloud and mist tea, too lazy to even lift his eyelids, treating it like watching a monkey show.
"Showing up at someone's house and drawing a knife first thing in the morning—have your reclusive sects even abandoned the most basic moral education?"
Upon hearing this mockery, Liu Rushuang's pretty face instantly flushed red, and the sword-like aura in her eyes intensified.
This was the first time in her life that someone had ever publicly criticized her for being ill-mannered.
"You stubborn demon, watch me dismantle your protective mountain formation first, then I'll slay you, the culprit!"
Liu Rushuang lightly touched the lawn with her toes, transforming into a streak of blue light as she rushed towards the plasma defense tower on the outskirts of the manor.
She mobilized the last of her true energy in her dantian, and a faint white sword light appeared on the bronze ancient sword.
This is a sword energy release technique that has been lost in the ancient martial arts world for a long time. A single sword strike can split an armored vehicle in two.
Ma Hualong, who was in the guard post outside the gate, was so frightened that he dropped the high-voltage electric baton in his hand and scrambled to hide behind a marble pillar.
Zhou Bapi and his security guards were so frightened that they crouched down with their heads in their hands, fearing that the sword energy would cut them in two.
The ancient bronze sword was about to strike the energy core of the plasma defense tower.
Lin Xian sighed and placed the teacup in his hand on the small round table next to him, the crisp clinking sound echoing in the air.
"My defense tower cost several hundred million points to build. If you even sell yourself, you couldn't afford to pay for a single scratch on it."
He didn't even get up; he simply casually summoned a deep blue holographic control panel in mid-air.
With slender fingers, he gently slid across the screen, directly bringing up the force field coverage area of the gravity physical training room.
"System, increase the gravity field under that woman's feet by twenty times to wake her up."
The moment the command was given, Liu Rushuang felt as if the sky above her head had suddenly collapsed.
An overwhelming, terrifying pressure, completely impossible to resist with internal force, slammed down on her shoulder without warning.
Her light and graceful movements came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, leaving her looking like a sparrow with broken wings.
With a muffled thud, Liu Rushuang, sword and all, crashed heavily onto the hard floor beneath the defensive tower.
Twenty times the maximum gravity is equivalent to pressing the weight of several adult elephants onto her skeleton at the same time.
Her right hand, gripping the sword, trembled violently; her fingers could not withstand the force and were forced to loosen their grip little by little.
The ancient bronze sword, passed down for hundreds of years, flew out of my hand with a clang and bounced twice on the floor.
Liu Rushuang was forced to kneel on the ground, her kneecaps hitting the floor with a sickening scraping sound.
She mustered all her inner strength to try to stand up, the veins on her forehead throbbing like little green snakes.
But no matter how she circulated her internal energy, the invisible pressure was like a five-finger mountain, pressing down on her so that she couldn't even lift a finger.
Her breathing became heavy and difficult; each inhale felt like swallowing shards of glass, and her chest felt like it was about to explode.
The ancient martial arts techniques they were so proud of were as fragile as a soap bubble that burst at the slightest touch when this man pressed a button.
At this moment, Liu Rushuang's unwavering sword heart was completely riddled with cracks.
The alloy door to the underground laboratory burst open with a bang, and Tang Wu and Zhong Xiaoai, the two female mad scientists, rushed out barefoot.
Tang Wu abandoned the wrench that had fallen to the ground and lunged at the ancient bronze sword that had fallen to the edge of the gravitational field.
Zhong Xiaoai pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and took out a miniature scanner to frantically scan the ancient sword.
"Without any propulsion structure or energy source circuit, how exactly does this piece of scrap metal manage to fly according to aerodynamics?"
Two top scientists squatted on the ground, almost pulling each other's hair in a struggle for the research rights to this ancient sword.
Liu Rushuang was so angry that she almost spat out blood when she saw her sect's sacred artifact being studied like scrap metal by two crazy women in white coats.
Lin Xian leaned back in his rocking chair, leisurely watching the female swordsman who was pinned to the ground and unable to move, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"Now do you know what it means to be outdone by technology? Times have changed, adults. Stop waving swords and guns around."
"Your sword flight consumes too much fuel. One flight will drain your true energy. My self-driving pickup truck is much better."
Liu Rushuang bit her pale lips, stubborn tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back.
She had practiced swordsmanship diligently for twenty years, thinking she could sweep the world after descending the mountain, but on her very first day, she was utterly crushed.
This cognitive collapse was more painful for her than being killed.
But looking at the advanced technologies around her that were completely beyond human comprehension, her shattered sword heart began to slowly rebuild itself.
True strength lies not in the source of power, but in learning and conquering even greater powers.
"I...I lost. Do with me as you please."
Liu Rushuang squeezed out these words with difficulty, her voice revealing a sense of resigned despair.
Lin Xian waved his hand and lightly tapped the holographic screen with his finger, turning off the gravity field in that area.
The mountain that had been pressing down on her back vanished in an instant, and Liu Rushuang gasped for breath, collapsing to the ground like a fish out of oxygen.
"Who wants to kill you? My manor has always been a model of law-abiding behavior and never does any dirty work involving fighting and killing."
Lin Xian picked up his teacup, took a sip, and glanced disdainfully at her blue outfit covered in mud.
"Judging by your skills, you're much better than those thugs at the gate. Since you're here, don't just sit around."
"The manor is in dire need of a knowledgeable bodyguard for patrolling. Put away that broken sword and go work with Ye Qingbing."
"Free room and board, two boxes of mutated fruit as salary every month, just say the word whether you want to do it or not."
Liu Rushuang was stunned. She thought she would become a prisoner, but she didn't expect the other party to be so generous in recruiting her.
Thinking of the terrifying force of twenty times gravity she had just experienced, she no longer had any thought of resisting.
Being able to stay by the side of such a master who controls divine technology would be an immeasurable opportunity for her martial arts cultivation.
Liu Rushuang struggled to her feet, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and bowed to Lin Xian in a standard ancient martial arts salute.
"Thank you for sparing my life, sir. I, Ru Shuang, am willing to serve you faithfully and protect this land in your stead!"
Lin Xian snapped her fingers, signaling the invisible butler to take her to the logistics warehouse to collect her clothes.
Less than twenty minutes later, when Liu Rushuang reappeared in front of everyone, she had completely changed her appearance.
The retro cyan outfit was replaced by a fitted black security uniform, with a pair of shiny tactical military boots on his feet.
She had a brand-new high-voltage stun gun hanging from her waist, and her high ponytail swung nimbly with her steps.
The ethereal and graceful female martial arts practitioner was transformed into the most dashing patrol guard in the manor.
Ye Qingbing emerged from the shadows of the corridor and coldly handed her a holographic walkie-talkie, thus officially completing the handover between the two.
The girls around couldn't help but burst out laughing at the amazing costume change show.
Su Qinghan covered her mouth, unable to hide the smile in her eyes, thinking that her boss was becoming more and more skilled at turning enemies into friends.
If even a descendant of a reclusive sect could be recruited as a security guard, the wealthy families outside would probably be green with envy.
Liu Rushuang wasn't embarrassed at all. Holding a stun gun, she began her first patrol mission on the manor's temperature-controlled lawn with a stern face.
Her steps were light and graceful, her ancient martial arts skills combined with her modern security uniform, creating a unique cyberpunk martial arts style.
Yan Guhong poked half his body out of the kitchen, holding a cleaver, and silently nodded at the new guard.
The security at this manor is getting more and more insane; even a top assassin like her is now relegated to chopping cabbage in the kitchen.
Liu Rushuang surveyed the plasma defense towers that emitted a ghostly glow, and the more she looked, the more terrified she became.
The energy contained within these iron lumps could raze her entire sect to the ground if just a tiny bit were extracted.
She took a deep breath of the abundant spiritual energy in the manor and felt her damaged meridians healing at an extremely fast pace.
Before she knew it, she had patrolled to Lin Xian's beach chair.
Lin Xian was listening to the light music playing from the holographic speakers with his eyes closed, enjoying the pleasant time after afternoon tea.
Liu Rushuang stopped in her tracks, slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, and pinched her nose.
She walked up to Lin Xian, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness and complaint after completing her patrol.
"Boss, although your floating mountain looks impressive, there's something missing in the air that makes people feel calm and focused."