Reborn As A Dragon Girl With A System

Chapter 905: Barging Into Sects Part 1

"You! Fine!" The fifth prince's face was sour, but he had no choice but to give up this time around. He could not risk this crazy powerful girl wiping out his entire family. He heard a cold snort before he felt that he had regained control over his body. He glared at Yana and quickly flew off, not daring to say another word.

"Now then…" Yana stretched and handed a sword to Yang Fei. "Here you go."

"What!? Really!?" Yang Fei looked at the blue bladed sword that had a cold sheen to it with wide eyes.

"Mmm! I said you could have one and I always keep my word, so here you go." Yana replied with a smile. She stretched and began to walk out of the private room. "You guys hurry up. I will escort you home. Some people will be aiming for you."

"Huh?" Yang Tan was confused, but Young Master Duan slapped his shoulder. "We should do as she says. We angered a lot of people today."

"Ah, right!" Yang Tan nodded and quickly grabbed Yang Fei, who was still standing there staring at her new sword, and quickly followed after Yana.

When they exited the auction house, many people were standing outside. Yang Tan and Young Master Daun all circled around Yang Fei, who was holding her sword. Yana was in the front and yawned as she took a step forward. Like a sea parting at the wave of a hand, the crowd split, not daring to get in her way. "Which way is your home?"

"Left…." Yang Tan replied.

Yana nodded and began walking down the road. In twenty minutes, they reached the Yang Clan estate. Yana stopped at the gates and pulled out a manual, and handed it to Yang Fei. "This here is a set of sword techniques. Since you now have a good sword, put it to good use but remember one thing. These sword techniques are not easy on the body and may even change your constitution. They might even kill you, so do not go past your limits. Grow one step at a time. You are still young and have plenty of time."

Yang Fei held the manual in her hands and looked up at Yana with watery eyes. "Big Sister Yana, thank you!"

Yana smiled and patted her on the head before flying away….

Yang Fei watched as Yana left without saying goodbye, wondering if she would ever see this big sister of hers again.

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"Now, this is quite interesting…." Angelica looked at the book in front of her. She had barged her way into the first sect she saw and walked right into the pavilion where all the techniques were kept and was currently sitting on top of a table reading them.

Around here were many elders of the sect who looked at Angelica at a loss of what to do. They couldn't get near her because if they did, these weird ghostly hands would come out of nowhere, grab them, and would toss them across the room. "Young Miss….. May we know where you came from?"

"Hmm? I came from my mama…. Are you not a little too old to be asking me such questions that any child would find out by the age of ten or so?" Angelica asked as she looked up at the old man feeling very annoyed. She hated being interrupted by people when she was reading.

"This… Young Miss, these are our sect's secret techniques. No one is allowed to read them except for our disciples." The old man was feeling helpless. He was the sect master of the dragonborn sect, yet he couldn't do anything about this girl who looked not a day older than twenty.

"What do your rules have to do with me? I am not a part of your sect or any sect for that matter. Hell, I won't even be on this plane of existence for that long. You just relax. I won't tell anyone your secret techniques. They can't match up to anything I or even my Mama can do anyway." Angelica replied, not even looking up from the technique she was currently imprinting to memory. She found it slightly bland, but all knowledge could eventually help sooner or later.

"This… if they can not match up, then why…." The old man suddenly felt the temperature drop around the room. A large hand suddenly came out of the floor and grabbed the sect master, and tossed him right out of the pavilion.

Angelica looked up at the other old men and yelled: "Leave me alone when I am reading! Libraries are a place for people to be quiet so others will not be disturbed!"

"Hey! You can't talk like that to the elders! This is our sect, not yours!" A young man who had no idea what was going on had come running in when he saw the sect leader rolling in the dirt. Angelica had not tossed him far, just enough to toss him out of the pavilion.

Angelica looked up at the young man and sneered. She waved her hand, creating many swords made of spiritual qi, and had them surround the young man. "This technique is called blade rush. It is a low level qi condensation technique. It is weak to a point, but with some minor adjustments, it can turn into something that can kill even a god ranked cultivator if changed just enough. At this moment, this new and improved technique is now surrounding you. You have two choices. Either face the tips of these swords and survive all one thousand of them or shut up!"

The young man's face paled as he stared at the thousands of swords made of spiritual qi hovering in front of him. He dared not even make a sound. He could only lower his head in submission, knowing if he said anything else, he might just die.

Angelica snorted bore, waving her hand, making the sword disappear. "Since you can't defeat me, then leave the pavilion. In a few days, I will leave after I read everything there."