Chapter 4 Am I Scary? From the Flamboyant Continent…
The abruptness of the human, demon, and immortal realms on the Zhaoyao Continent is too strong; it's as if they're not on the same continent at all. Shi Wenzhe muttered to herself, "What terrible thing did the Demon Realm do to deserve this? They can't even get enough to eat or wear. Those little demons are dressed so shabbily, like little vagrants, and..." She tried to recall her malevolent aura, "I just feel like this isn't a place for living beings. Why don't they move away from here?"
"It's hard to leave one's homeland?" Shi Wenzhe didn't understand: "Do demons also have sentimental thoughts of being afraid of returning home? That's too human. If that's the case..." She secretly decided: "When I wake up, I will abandon my prejudice against demons and live a good life! It would be even better if I could take them with me."
She rubbed her hands together, chuckling to herself.
The particles scattered and then gathered again, and fragments of information were crammed into her brain all at once. Shi Wen was in so much pain that she rolled on the ground. The slow-moving images from before seemed like an illusion. She covered her head like a small animal that had been ravaged and was panting heavily.
"So there are four top-tier sects on the Zhaoyao Continent..." Shi Wenzhe cried, clutching her head. She didn't know who to confide in: "Can you tell me about the Demon Realm first? I'm not even in the human realm, so I'm really useless. It hurts so much! It really hurts!"
She counted on her fingers: "Yaoguang Sect - specializes in music; Xuantian Gate - specializes in talismans; Wuliangsi Valley - specializes in spiritual medicine; and there's also a sword sect called Yichixue, which sounds nice, but I haven't discovered its meaning yet, haha!" Shi Wenzhe wanted to laugh because she discovered that the sword sect cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness.
"Hahahaha, the Path of Ruthlessness, that's hilarious!" She was genuinely curious whether those who cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness all experienced emotional tribulations. "Hiss—it's making me itchy."
"And then?" She patted her head, only some scattered fragments remained. "That's it. This information isn't complete either." Shi Wenzhe sighed. These flowers, plants, and trees should just be spirits, and they didn't seem to have a strong consciousness yet.
However, in the end, she shook the tree, and some information fell from it. Shi Wenzhe looked at the two characters "Yun Sheng" on the leaves, puzzled.
Then she gave up.
The white clouds in the sky are so beautiful they seem unreal, like a richly colored oil painting.
She finally understood that the Demon Realm was an existence rejected by the Three Realms, a rat that everyone wanted to kill, a beast that was trapped in a cage with its claws and teeth pulled out, but could still cause unrest in the Three Realms.
It sounds impressive, but being suppressed by the celestial realm and bullied by the human realm, Shi Wenzhe felt quite distressed looking at those numb and cowering demons.
Those demonic beasts are just ordinary people who haven't done anything wrong, so why are they locked up in Shifang City and can't get out? They're not even given a way to survive.
"Wait a minute..." Shi Wen tilted his head, his mouth twitching as he looked at the image popping into his mind: "This perspective looks just like a rat in a sewer... sneaky, short, and narrow."
So much news had left her physically and mentally exhausted. She wanted to sleep in her dreams, but just as she got into position, something brushed against her face, making her feel itchy.
Shi Wen shook her head and tried to avoid it, but was suddenly awakened by a slap. She covered her burning face, completely bewildered.
"It's already evening." She was still a little dazed; the dream was just too beautiful, and the contrast with reality was too strong.
"Who hit me? You don't hit someone in the face..." She rubbed her cheek, which was still a little hot.
All the wounds on my body have healed, but the soreness is unusually strong. I often hear myself grimacing as I try to move my unresponsive limbs.
"It really hurts," she sighed, only to find herself thrown into a sea of flowers.
The sea of flowers stretches endlessly, a full moon hangs in the sky, seemingly hesitant to speak aloud on the distant mountain peaks, stars twinkle, and a gentle evening breeze blows, causing the flowers to sway and whisper.
Under the full moon, the sea of flowers had no visible boundary, but the flowers and grasses on the ground were colorful and the trees were lush and green. Shi Wenzhe felt as if he had entered Alice's Wonderland. Otherwise, how could there be such a beautiful and dreamlike scene in the real world?
“However…” Shi Wenzhe thought, “Since I have already transmigrated, anything is possible.”
Another memory, one that didn't belong to her, surfaced in her mind. In the memory, a white figure carried a hoe, working daily in this sea of flowers. The sound of the hoe brought a sense of security to her heart.
"It's so beautiful." She thought, this should be her home, this trip was worthwhile.
She couldn't resist the urge to roll around on the grass, but a sunflower with its leaves raised, poised to slap her, blocked her way.
Shi Wenzhe touched her still slightly hot cheeks and wondered, "How can a flower defy gravity and have its leaves grow upwards? Is it a demon too?" She couldn't resist fiddling with the leaves, but the sunflower remained just a sunflower, so Shi Wenzhe gave up.
She walked past the sunflowers into the depths of the meadow, found a fragrant patch of flowers and lay down, leisurely counting the stars. A butterfly flew past her and landed in the stamen of a flower not far away.
Shi Wenzhe felt a long-lost sense of happiness, right here, quiet and undisturbed.
The sound of snoring broke the silence. Shi Wenzhe clutched her stomach, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She looked left and right. Directly in front of the sea of flowers stood a magnificent palace, gleaming silver in the cool moonlight.
"It's beautiful." Shi Wenzhe commented sensually, and was full of amazement. This place was so beautiful, not at all like the demon world she had stereotyped. Instead, it was a girl's utopia. She could no longer control her feet and walked towards the palace.
The moment her feet touched the grass, a soft green light shimmered around her. Shi Wenzhe turned around in surprise and found fireflies dancing and swirling among the flowers under the full moon, like a grand and beautiful dream.
"It's beautiful." Shi Wenzhe once again gave a fair assessment. This trip was totally worth it. Who says time travel is bad? It's clearly fantastic.
A pebble falls into the center of the lake, creating ripples, which then return to calm.
Shi Wenzhe wandered around the winding corridors, the candlelight in the lanterns illuminating the girl's beautiful face.
A strange figure followed closely behind Shi Wenzhe, but she was completely unaware, still looking around the empty palace.
Shi Wenzhe was surprised by the smooth journey. The entire palace was like an abandoned house, lifeless, but the pavilions, waterside terraces, and lush flowers proved that her idea was wrong.
But it's better when no one's around; she can rummage through the kitchen without worry.
The wooden door creaked open, and through the moonlight filtering through, it became clear that the kitchen was... truly completely exposed...
There's no warmth or liveliness at all.
She ransacked the kitchen, leaving Shi Wenzhe exhausted. He stood there with his hands on his hips, looking at the yellowed flour and the only sugar jar on the counter, sighing in frustration.
"Forget it, I'm really making things difficult for myself." She took a breath, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to make sugar-coated fried dough sticks. Anyway, when you're starving, you can eat anything.
She hummed a tuneless little tune as she kneaded the dough with great effort, making a lot of noise, and naturally didn't hear the creaking sound coming from the kitchen door.
The voice was light and ethereal, like a ghost, and a bird's song echoed from the courtyard. Moonlight streamed down, falling on long, raven-feather-like eyelashes and casting a row of fine shadows beneath his eyes. The man's dark eyes were deep as he stared intently at the unsuspecting person inside the room.
"It's all over." Shi Wenzhe was struck dumb, sighing as he looked at the kneaded dough on the cutting board.
How could she forget! How could she forget! She must be starving! This destitute kitchen has no firewood at all! How is she going to make sugar-coated fried dough? Waaaaaah!
Shi Wenzhe broke down in tears, feeling that the heavens were going to kill him and wouldn't even give him a bite to eat.
Just as she was dramatically shedding a few cat tears, she remembered that this was a world of immortals and heroes. It was because she released her spiritual power during the day that the black mist was repelled, so she could use magic.
Shi Wenzhe opened her palm thoughtfully, thinking, "Whatever, let's give it a try. Maybe the system sent her to this world to save it. She must be a gifted person, hahaha." Shi Wenzhe laughed heartily, already fantasizing about her heroic moment.
Shi Wenzhe began to perform the ritual with a serious expression. He tried each posture, such as standing on one leg, scratching his ears and cheeks, or kneeling and praying for rain, but there was no change.
"Haha, haha." Shi Wenzhe did a difficult 360-degree spin, and now he was as tired as a dog.
She touched her face; even though there was no one else around, she still felt incredibly embarrassed… utterly humiliated.
Shi Wenzhe covered her face and laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up. Her unrestrained laughter filled the kitchen. She looked up and sighed, feeling very tired, so tired that she wanted to collapse.
A sense of unease crept into her heart, and she kept thinking, "What will she do... what will she do in the future?"
It was so quiet here that Shi Wenzhe felt utterly alone, abandoned by the entire world. A sudden, inexplicable panic welled up inside her. She felt a pang of self-loathing for her cowardice, but the worry wouldn't dissipate.
She's not young anymore, but for two-thirds of her life, she's just drifting along. She feels out of place in modern society, but she's free because she's familiar with it, so she's not afraid of what the future holds. If she can't survive, she'll just beg; she'll always have something to eat.
But this place is different. She is not familiar with it at all. She is not familiar with what the world is like, and she is even less familiar with herself.
She still doesn't know what kind of person she is now.
I'm so lonely.
How could she survive in such a completely unfamiliar place? She thought, "If only I could take down these roof beams. If only I were a bird." She wanted to see the stars, the moon, hear the wind, and see everything that was close to the sky.
The full moon hung high, its gentle light streaming through the window into the entire kitchen. All around was silent, as if this was always how it had always been, and the earlier commotion was nothing but a fleeting dream.
A breeze rustled the long hair of the man standing under the eaves, like a lover's gentle caress. A dark current surged in the man's eyes as he sensed a hint of loneliness in the person sitting on the floor inside the room. He closed his eyes, lost in thought, and finally stepped into the room amidst the rustling of leaves.
The two parallel lines finally intersected.
Shi Wenzhe seemed to hear an ancient prophecy. She glanced thoughtfully at the man who walked in against the moonlight, as if looking at a snow wolf that had stumbled into the world. It should belong to the vast world and to freedom, but it was imprisoned by high walls and gates and could not live in peace.
A sudden, sharp pain shot through her heart. Shi Wenzhe couldn't understand what was wrong with her, and she despised her own inexplicable sentimentality.
Shi Wenzhe stared at the man without saying a word, trying to figure out his intentions, when he glanced at the man's icy face, looking at him without any emotion, as if he were looking at a dying man.
The alarm bells in her brain suddenly rang, snapping her out of her daze. She was so intimidated by a powerful killing intent that she dared not move.
The man walked up to Shi Wenzhe, squatted down, and looked directly at her. A strand of his long hair brushed against Shi Wenzhe's right hand, the cool touch sending shivers down her spine. Shi Wenzhe's fingers curled up, instinctively clenching. She finally saw the man's full face. A glass tassel slid off his shoulder, swaying and shimmering with iridescent light in the air, like a dazzling diamond. Shi Wenzhe found the tassel incredibly captivating; with just that simple sway, she was completely seduced.
Shi Wenzhe smelled the scent of melting snow again. Her beauty, flickering in the moonlight, was like a weapon, piercing straight into her heart, making Shi Wenzhe's entire soul tremble.
She felt that no one could resist the beauty's earnest gaze, so her gaze was intense and unrestrained.
“You…” the man said in a low, stern voice, his eyes narrowed.
Before the other party could finish speaking, Shi Wenzhe finally woke up to the sound of the cold snow. She opened her eyes wide and fell to the ground with a thud: "My lord, spare my life! I am not an assassin. I was just hungry and came to find something to eat." After saying that, she kowtowed several times, as if she was afraid that if she was a step too late, she would die.
Qin Wenxue: "..."
Qin Wenxue seemed to find something laughable and asked, "Am I that scary?"
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