Chapter 1
When Xie Wen woke up, his whole body ached as if it had been broken apart, as if he had been chased back and forth in a car hundreds of times!
"Ouch!" Xie Wen squinted as he got up, realizing something was wrong!
She looked at the blue-robed man before her, his robes fluttering in the wind. A profound spiritual light emanated from his hand, blocking the entrance to the underworld that exuded evil energy.
A fragmented memory surfaced in Xie Wen's mind.
Just a quarter of an hour ago.
As dusk fell, dark clouds surged across the sky, and bolts of lightning flashed like dragons, only to disappear back into the clouds. An unusual light enveloped the entire entrance to the Netherworld. The disciples of the Immortal Sect looked toward that direction with solemn expressions, for such an anomaly was a sign that something big was about to happen.
The entrance to the Underworld is located at the weakest point of the barrier between the human realm and the Underworld.
At this moment, its eerie light burst forth, the cracks grew larger and larger, and evil creatures kept flying out from the depths of the cracks, their evil energy bursting out like a river bursting its banks, crashing against the barrier with unstoppable force.
Despite the pain of her spiritual veins being eroded by evil energy, Xie Wen forced herself to circulate her energy, forming hand seals. Powerful spiritual energy burst forth from her fingertips, contending with the rift at the entrance to the Netherworld. A burst of intense black light erupted, and Xie Wen was suddenly blasted back more than ten meters.
She collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood repeatedly. In her dazed state, she saw a blue figure drifting over. Xie Wen opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't utter a single syllable.
The cyan figure swept past her, standing alone in front of the Netherworld Rift.
Another beam of azure light clashed with the rift in the underworld, and waves of immense spiritual energy rippled outwards, causing distant trees to collapse under the strain.
His blue robe fluttered in the wind, the hem occasionally brushing against Xie Wen's pale face.
After a long while, the azure light passed through the black mist, and Chu Xianyue formed hand seals, standing at the entrance to reinforce the barrier.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but pretended nothing had happened and continued sealing.
Xie Wen was still in a daze. What was she doing? Had she transmigrated?
She remembered that she was on her way to the hospital to collect her sister's body when she was suddenly run over by a speeding truck and killed without a trace. As a result, she transmigrated into the body of Xie Wen, who died a similarly tragic death and shared the same name as her.
The original Xie Wen is dead, killed in the fight against the disturbance at the Netherworld Gate. The Netherworld Gate is a place that everyone in the cultivation world fears. Once it is opened, evil beings will invade, and the human world will never be at peace, even facing a crisis of world destruction.
The existence of the Immortal Sect is to guard this entrance, generation after generation, through countless lifetimes. As the most powerful and talented Immortal Lord in the Immortal Sect, Chu Xianyue naturally bears an even greater responsibility for guarding the barrier.
Xie Wen was processing the original owner's fragmented memories when the world before her suddenly blurred, and she was picked up horizontally in someone's arms.
The shimmering, magnificent colors of the sky cast a hazy shadow on half of his face, a trace of blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth. His expression was aloof, and his flowing black hair occasionally brushed against Xie Wen's face, tickling him.
He walked steadily with every step, and Xie Wen could hardly feel any swaying.
Chu Xianyue, known as the Immortal Venerable Qingheng, is the revered Immortal Leader of the Immortal Capital, and her master. Oh no, the original owner's master.
If Chu Xianyue had healed the original owner's wounds earlier and taken her away sooner, the original owner might still be alive. Unfortunately, he was too cold-hearted; faced with his disciple and all living beings, he unhesitatingly chose the living beings. Even though the disturbance in the barrier just now was not enough to harm the barrier of the entire Netherworld.
Xie Wen sensed a continuous flow of spiritual energy being transported to her, like spring rain nourishing her immortal bones, and her severed meridians seemed to be reconnecting one by one.
She looked up at the person holding her. He pursed his lips, and another mouthful of blood welled up in his throat. He wiped it away and continued to channel spiritual energy into Xie Wen.
She had never seen her master in such a disheveled state.
Xie Wen stared blankly at Chu Xianyue's face, realizing that she had transmigrated into a bizarre cultivation novel. She didn't even remember reading the book hundreds of years ago, and she couldn't even remember the title. However, Xie Wen still remembered the name of the male protagonist in the bookâChu Xianyue.
The main reason is that this person left too deep an impression on Xie Wen. He was a sword genius who was rare in the Immortal Capital, and a cold and aloof immortal who cultivated the ruthless path.
When Xie Wen first started reading, he, like most readers, jokingly thought that the graduation rate of the Ruthless Path was 0.000%, and that the male protagonist would most likely have his Dao heart broken for the female protagonist. But in this book, the male protagonist is precisely that 0.000%.
She still remembers how the male protagonist, in order to prove his Dao heart, killed his wife to achieve enlightenment. This left a significant shadow on the young Xie Wen at the time. The worst part was that the author labeled it a sweet romance novel. It was practically a horror story! Xie Wen felt like killing that stupid author.
As Xie Wen pondered, his mind became as heavy as a wet block of wood. In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer and fainted with his eyes closed.
*
Inside the antique-style room, the stove burned with scarlet charcoal, making Xie Wen's cheeks flush red and his whole body sweat profusely. Xie Wen propped himself up and sat up.
Logically speaking, the Immortal Capital is unlike the human world and has no distinct seasons. However, this year, snow fell in the Immortal Capital. Inside the pavilion, the charcoal fire crackled, and outside the window, the slanting snowflakes, along with the falling cherry blossoms, pattered against the paper windows, making a soft, rustling sound.
"Awen, you're awake?" A woman lifted the beaded curtain and walked gracefully in carrying a bowl of soup. Xie Wen rubbed her eyes. The woman in front of her looked exactly like her sister in her memory. Xie Wen couldn't believe it and instinctively rushed over to hug Xie Yichun's waist. "Sister."
Before transmigrating, Xie Wen had an older sister. Their family was poor when they were young; their parents worked away from home and they rarely saw each other. The two sisters relied on each other for survival. The older sister always saved the best for Xie Wen, even though she herself was frugal. Later, due to years of malnutrition and accumulated depression, she fell ill and died young.
Xie Yichun was stunned for a moment, looking at the child who was holding her tightly, and helplessly patted Xie Wen's head, "It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake. Wen, are you still feeling unwell? You were in a coma for three whole months. From autumn to winter."
Xie Wen sniffed twice. "You mean I slept for three months?" She touched her face. She slept for three months? And she's still alive?
Xie Yichun said, "Yes, three months ago, the once-in-a-century disturbance and anomaly at the Netherworld Gate occurred earlier than expected. Immortal Venerable Qingheng happened to be in seclusion at that time. You went there alone. It is said that Immortal Venerable Qingheng sensed something was wrong and forcibly came out of seclusion early to suppress the disturbance."
Xie Wen nodded, but the original owner of this body was still dead. He was too late. Oh no, actually he didn't care much about his disciple's life or death; he only cared about the barrier.
Becoming the apprentice of such a person, Xie Wen couldn't really say whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. "Sister, where am I right now?"
As they spoke, the bell on Xie Yichun's wrist twitched without wind. This was a cloud bell given to her by Chu Xianyue. There was a barrier inside the Flying Cherry Pavilion, and anyone who trespassed without Chu Xianyue's permission would be punished. The one who possessed the cloud bell was someone Chu Xianyue had tacitly approved.
Xie Yichun looked somewhat melancholy, opened her mouth and said softly, "Awen, this is the residence of Immortal Venerable Qingheng, Feiying Pavilion. No outsiders are ever allowed to enter except for him. Because your injuries are serious, an exception has been made so that you can recuperate here. I begged the Immortal Venerable for a long time and managed to get a quarter of an hour of visiting time every day. Awen, I may have to go."
Xie Yichun and Xie Wen entered the immortal sect together. Xie Wen passed the inner sect trials in just a few years and was chosen by Chu Xianyue to become his personal disciple. Xie Yichun, on the other hand, had only average talent and could only become an outer sect disciple despite working hard. Logically speaking, he had very few opportunities to enter the inner sect, let alone the Flying Cherry Pavilion, the residence of Qingheng Immortal Venerable.
Xie Wen: "No, sister, why are you leaving? Leaving me here all alone?" She had no idea what kind of place this was. The thought that she might have to be alone in the same space with her cold-faced master made her body ache even more.
Xie Wen got up. After sleeping for three months, his body was completely different. Like a phone that had been overcharged, Xie Wen's entire operating system was in chaos. He couldn't even use his hands and feet! He fell straight off the bed with a thud.
Xie Wen: ?
She's a complete useless piece of trash now!
Judging from this trend, Xie Wen estimated that he wouldn't last long before Chu Xianyue treated him as a burden and threw him out of Xiandu.
Upon hearing a "thump," Xie Yichun's heart tightened, and she turned back anxiously to help Xie Wen back to the bed.
Xie Wen grabbed Xie Yichun's hand. "Sister, where are you going? Take me out for a walk. I've been lying in bed for three months. If I don't go out, my limbs will atrophy, and I won't be able to walk anymore." Xie Wen was telling the truth. If she didn't go out and see people, she would almost forget what it felt like to be human.
Seeing Xie Wen's pitiful state, Xie Yichun's heart melted, but a trace of doubt also crossed her mind. Her younger sister seemed to have changed somewhat. Before, Xie Wen was a blockhead, as dull as her master, seemingly uninterested in anything except cultivation and swordplay. She could probably spend three to five years alone without feeling lonely.
Now, having narrowly escaped death, he feels bored and wants to interact with people.
Xie Yichun assumed this was a lingering effect of Xie Wen's recent recovery from a serious illness, and then took Xie Wen out of Feiying Pavilion.
Three months ago, the barrier at the entrance to the Netherworld trembled, causing evil energy to leak out and unleash numerous malevolent creatures. Many outer disciples with weak spiritual power were killed. Some even fled to the mortal realm, where many innocent civilians suffered at the hands of these evil creatures, causing widespread panic. The evil energy lingered above the Immortal Capital for a long time without dissipating.
Ordinary people without spiritual power are easily controlled by evil energy and turned into evil beings. Even cultivators can only rely on their own true energy to ward off the influence of evil energy, but they will also be affected over time. Therefore, these days, the disciples are trying to stay home as much as possible.
Xie Wen had just recovered from a serious illness and had been lying in bed for three months. She was still not used to her body. Fortunately, although she was seriously injured, after three months of recuperation at Feiying Pavilion, her spiritual power was abundant. Even though she could not circulate her spiritual power, it was enough to prevent her from being invaded by evil energy.
Xie Yichun led Xie Wen to wander around in places where the evil energy was weak and the spiritual energy was strong. Before they knew it, they had arrived at the outer gate, the border of Wuding Mountain.
Breathing in the fresh air, Xie Wen felt much better. He walked to a stone forest where some disciples, mediocre in talent but unwilling to fall behind, were practicing their swordsmanship.
Several outer disciples approached and were somewhat surprised to see Xie Wen, as there had been rumors that Senior Sister Xie Wen had been seriously injured at the Netherworld Pass and had been unconscious ever since. Now, standing upright in front of them, she seemed to be in good spirits.
The original owner was a taciturn and rule-abiding person, rarely smiling at others. Although the disciples were concerned, they dared not ask too many questions, and simply bowed politely to Xie Wen, saying, "Senior Sister Xie Wen."
Xie Wen nodded slightly. At this moment, a group of disciples passed by, each pulling a small cart piled with corpses lying haphazardly on it.
The disciples' conversation reached Xie Wen's ears: "Recently, there have been many cases of possession. They all woke up one day or died and became a different person. It's terrifying. I don't want to be possessed. Waaah. What if one day I am possessed by an evil cultivator? Then I won't be myself anymore."
"What are you thinking? The evil cultivators aren't this rampant yet, and none of our immortal sect members are dead. How can they be in charge? Besides, with Immortal Venerable Qingheng here, what do we have to be afraid of?"
"That's true. Even if the sky falls, Immortal Venerable Qingheng will hold it up. Immortal Venerable Qingheng hates evil spirits and heretics and those who possess others more than anything else. He kills them one by one. I heard that he dealt with three more yesterday."
"No one who has possessed another's body can escape the discerning eyes of Immortal Venerable Qingheng. Whether someone is human or evil, Immortal Venerable Qingheng can tell with a single glance using his zither; no one can be hidden from it."
The disciples' voices faded away, and Xie Wen's mind went blank. Those who possess another's body must be killed without mercy!
Is her transmigration considered possession? What should we do? Aren't transmigrators usually given a system or a cheat code? Where's the system? Where's the cheat code?
Chu Xianyue, with his impartiality, integrity, and strong sense of justice, would probably not hesitate to kill his own family member if he discovered that Xie Wen was no longer the same Xie Wen!
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