Chapter 1: She Didn't Die After Transmigrating
In October, the land of Southern Zhou was filled with the colors of autumn. The bleak autumn wind rustled the yellowing wild grass, creating an uneasy sound.
Inside a dilapidated temple hidden by swaying wild grass beside the path, indistinct figures moved about.
As soon as Zhao Liangxu regained consciousness, she felt that the surroundings were extremely noisy and her ears were ringing.
Something was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe, and the unbearable pain all over her body forced Zhao Liangxu to open her eyes.
Zhao Liangxu frowned deeply and used all her willpower to open her eyes. As soon as she opened them, she saw a dilapidated, drafty roof directly above her. The cold wind from outside blew through the cobwebs and gaps in the beams, irritating the large expanse of Zhao Liangxu's exposed skin. Her clothes were not thick to begin with, and now they had been torn open by someone. The thin layers of fabric barely clung to her body, providing only a little psychological protection.
She turned her eyes to the source of her discomfort and pain: a ragged, dirty figure lying on top of her.
There were two other people dressed similarly staring at her with ill intent.
The discomfort caused by the three people made Zhao Liangxu take a few deep breaths in disgust. This was truly a disastrous scene!
Seeing Zhao Liangxu open her eyes, the two men exchanged glances, then grinned and reached out to Zhao Liangxu.
Zhao Liangxu's eyes widened, and she was about to reach out to block it.
What exactly is this place?!
She remembered lying in her hospital bed writing her last words, and suddenly she was here.
Looking at the dilapidated buildings around her, she caught some fragmented memories in her mind, and Zhao Liangxu realized that she seemed to have traveled through time.
I see.
She must have died and then traveled to this place after her death.
After all, she had long been emaciated from being tormented by a terminal illness, but the arm she had just raised, though pitifully thin, did not bear the marks of bruises from years of needle pricks.
How pitiful, to have transmigrated into this scene.
The original owner of this body was pitiful; she was unlucky.
Let's set aside those flooding memories for now; the most urgent task is to at least get out of this predicament.
She reached out and touched the stones on the ground.
One of the men held her hand down. Zhao Liangxu suppressed her nausea and resisted with all her might. Her adrenaline was working in perfect harmony, and Zhao Liangxu's fierce resistance caught the three men off guard for a moment.
Taking advantage of the opening, she slammed her forehead into the eye of the person closest to her. The man cried out in pain, and the other two relaxed their attention on Zhao Liangxu for a moment.
In those few seconds, Zhao Liangxu delivered a powerful knee strike to the man with the injured eye, and then grabbed a handful of pebbles and sand, throwing them at the other two.
The three of them instantly screamed in pain from the foreign object in their eyes.
Zhao Liangxu frowned, picked up a heavy stone beside her, stared intently at one of the men, and hurled it at him with all her might.
The man screamed in agony, and Zhao Liangxu, no longer caring about the three of them, turned and ran without a second thought.
She couldn't possibly defeat three strong and muscular men.
As for the person who was hit by the stone...
Ah, it would be better if he were dead.
Zhao Liangxu had only run a few steps when the man with the least serious injuries caught up with her.
Just as Zhao Liangxu was running forward desperately while thinking of a solution, a thin sword brushed past her ear.
It landed squarely on the man's chest behind him.
Zhao Liangxu turned her head and saw a group of people reflected in her light-colored eyes.
The leader was a very tall and strong figure who looked down at Zhao Liangxu.
The man was about thirty or forty years old, with a bloody look on his face from the battles he had fought. His gaze swept over her, a look that made Zhao Liangxu very uncomfortable. She wanted to drag him off his horse and give him a good beating.
A man who appeared to be her adjutant dismounted to check on her condition.
He had a sword sheath at his waist; the sword was the one he threw.
The man carefully tried to straighten her clothes, but found that Zhao Liangxu's clothes were already tattered and could not cover her body at all. He avoided looking at her and put his cloak over her body. After covering her body, he looked back and exclaimed when he saw her face under her messy hair.
"General, it's Princess Zhao!"
Oh, Princess Zhao, so she really is a princess.
How could a princess have fallen to such a state?
Zhao Liangxu was confused. The brief relief from the crisis made the pain in her body start to clamor for attention, and she had no time to care about the memories that belonged to the original owner of the body.
"Oh? Princess Zhao? Heh, what brings Princess Zhao here, and why is she dressed like this?"
Zhou Feng, who was on horseback, was somewhat surprised and fixed his gaze on Zhao Liangxu's face.
"The princess fled all the way from the north, she must have suffered a lot. Such a beautiful face... it seems to have brought her a lot of trouble, it's really pitiful."
The soldiers behind Zhou Feng burst into laughter at his words.
Zhou Feng showed no pity, only a thoughtful expression.
Zhao Liangxu didn't hear Zhou Feng's words clearly, but the laughter of the others clearly indicated that he wasn't saying anything nice. The two were quite far apart, and she tried hard to make out what Zhou Feng was saying next, listening to the so-called general uttering chilling words one by one.
"Princess Zhao was originally of noble status, but now that her country is destroyed and her family is ruined, she has also lost her chastity. Now that I think about it, it would be suitable for her to be paired with that eunuch Anhe."
"Take the princess back to the manor immediately for treatment, and send her to the eunuch's residence tomorrow night as a birthday gift!"
Upon hearing this, the adjutant who had straightened Zhao Liangxu's clothes looked at her with a complex expression and pity. Then, following the general's orders, he took her back to the general's mansion.
Zhao Liangxu didn't even have time to say a word before her route was arranged in just a few words.
At night, the An residence was brightly lit, and almost all the famous and powerful officials in the court had come, because today was the birthday of Eunuch An, the most favored person in the eyes of the current emperor. His favor even surpassed that of General Zhou, who had made great military achievements. Everyone respectfully called Eunuch An "Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years".
One after another, luxurious carriages drove towards the An residence.
"This eunuch really has a grand entrance; anyone who didn't know better would think it was His Majesty's birthday celebration!"
"You mustn't say that!"
The two people in the carriage, one with black hair tinged with white and the other with almost entirely white hair, were both quite old.
"Why can't we say it? No one else heard it. Everyone calls him the Nine Thousand Years Old, but he's just a eunuch. He has a gloomy face all day long and really thinks he's someone important. His Majesty is young, and it's thanks to General Zhou that this eunuch has been kept in check. Otherwise, our dynasty would have been turned upside down by this eunuch." The black-haired official spoke with great disrespect.
"Sigh, you can only say these things to me in the carriage. General, you are upright and mighty, but even General Zhou has to submit to An He."
The white-haired official shook his head and added.
“An He has risen to this position at such a young age, and his methods are extremely ruthless. Now that he has lost that thing, his personality has become even more twisted. Even if you and I were to say such things, we would probably be falsely accused by him and exiled or even executed. Brother Zhang, you should be careful with your words.”
"Hmph! He's really arrogant now! I only hope that the general will bring this eunuch down as soon as possible and restore peace to our dynasty!"
As they spoke, the carriage they were in arrived at the gate of the An residence.
The two men chatted amiably in the carriage, but once alighted, the cynical, black-haired official put on a joyful smile, as if the birthday celebration was for him. He exchanged pleasantries with his colleagues as he walked into the vast An Mansion.
The white-haired official sighed, put on a smile, and was about to step inside when he noticed another luxurious carriage parked at the door.
He went up to greet him in surprise, bowed and said, "General Zhou, you've come too."
Zhou Feng, in the carriage, exchanged a few polite words with the white-haired official, then beckoned over An He and his subordinates who were greeting guests at the door, and gave them instructions with a smile:
“Eunuch An, I am not feeling well today, so I will not go in to bother you. But although I will not be coming in, I have brought you a very fine birthday gift. Please accept it.”
Then he clapped his hands, and a small sedan chair was carried out by several people.
"Yesterday I rescued a beauty, Princess Zhao from Northern Zhou! I presume you've met her before, Eunuch An? I know you have everything, except a beauty. Please accept this small gift!"
The surrounding guests were in an uproar.
What a coincidence! During the day, rumors were circulating that Princess Zhao of Northern Zhou had encountered villains. Since General Zhou said "rescue," the rumors are probably true.
To give away a woman who was no longer a virgin as a gift would be a tremendous insult to anyone in this dynasty, let alone to a eunuch, a castrated man who was utterly incapable of performing sexual acts. The irony was simply...
People around were talking about it in hushed tones.
Some people approve of Zhou Feng's actions and find them very gratifying; others feel that Zhou Feng's treatment of Zhao Liangxu was inappropriate and needlessly damaged her reputation.
What was Zhao Liangxu doing at this moment?
She was bound hand and foot in the sedan chair, her mouth gagged with a rag, and her hands and feet were tightly bound, making it impossible for her to move.
The more she struggled, the more painful her wounds became.
Zhao Liangxu winced in pain at the slightest movement.
She simply stopped struggling and stayed quietly in the sedan chair.
General Zhou Feng may appear respectable, upright, and dignified, but he's utterly ruthless when it comes to doing disgusting things that satirize others.
As soon as she was brought to the general's mansion, several old women helped her wash her body, dress her, and do her makeup.
Before she could even react, she was already bound hand and foot and placed in the sedan chair.
While she was being forced to have her makeup done, an older woman who looked kinder kept saying regretfully.
They said things like, "Such a beautiful face, yet she won't live long," "Her father-in-law's methods of tormenting her are terrifying," and "She probably won't make it through the night," etc.
Despite all this, Zhao Liangxu did not feel particularly desperate.
She died of a terminal illness and was transported to a completely unknown and unfamiliar place. In just one day, she was taken from the desolate wilderness to the bustling capital city, and then transferred to the eunuch's mansion. To be honest, Zhao Liangxu felt that her life was quite dramatic.
But she knew very well that God had given her a healthy body again, and that she could run and jump around again, which was her greatest fortune.
The joy of being able to see tomorrow overshadowed the fear.
After a moment of thought, Zhao Liangxu realized that she was in an unfamiliar place and didn't know where to go even if she escaped. Moreover, entering the eunuch's mansion was not necessarily a dead end. She might as well make the best of it.
With this in mind, Zhao Liangxu began to sort through the memories in her mind.
A note from the author:
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Qing Chong transmigrated to a world of cultivation, eager to start his protagonist life, only to have his spiritual root dug out by his biological parents and die.
...This is truly an inauspicious start.
Qing Chong said: He was very introverted and was buried before he could explain.
Fortunately, although her physical body was buried, she obtained a tiny seed by chance, which opened the path of ghost cultivation.
But... no one told her that ghost cultivators were so universally hated!
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Qing Chong didn't want to make a fuss and just wanted to be a ghost and cultivate immortality honestly, but there were always some blind people who wanted to kill her.
"A ghost cultivator? He'll cause endless trouble; this child must not be allowed to live!"
Qing Chong then attached himself to him with a light puppet thread, controlling him to roll away, and said: "The villains at point X, turn left and don't come near me."
"Ghost cultivator? A low-class lineage! Take this sword from me!"
Qing Chong stepped on his back and poked him with his bone sword, saying, "Has no one ever told you to leave yourself an out when you're out and about?"
Sword cultivator? Is that so rare? Looking down on others will bring retribution.
"Ghost cultivators? People from the Xianyin region have attacked! Ancestor, save me!"
Qing Chong had no time to explain and could only watch helplessly as the other party unleashed the mighty and vigorous Ancestor.
Qingchong: That's the downside of being socially awkward. I was still figuring out how to explain politely without feeling embarrassed when the other person called.
Say nothing more, let the child hit if they want to.
When one ancestor falls, countless more ancestors will come after him.
Qing Chong is tired: Why are there so many ancestors in the cultivation world?
It wasn't until Qing Chong saw two acquaintances mixed in with them that he finally saw them.
With two Dao Lords at the Mahayana stage behind them, the crowd pointed at Qing Chong, their faces flushed, and shouted: Senior, it's her!
Qing Chong raised his numb hand and greeted one of them, saying, "Long time no see, old man."
Meanwhile, another person, under the expectant and respectful gazes of fellow cultivators, hesitantly and incredulously shouted something to Qing Chong.
"Master?!"
Everyone: Wait a minute, isn't this wrong?
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The journey is fraught with peril, and the path to immortality is long.
Those who cultivate immortality seek only the four words: immortality and ascension.
Qing Chong walked from the tomb to a place where no one could reach.
Sword in hand, surveying the heavens, seeking the Great Dao, striving for immortality.
The first person in thousands of years to ascend to the Dao and become a Rakshasa Immortal.
Reading tip: This is a cultivation-themed story with a focus on the female protagonist's growth; there aren't many romance subplots.
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