Chapter 6, Section 006: Shen Zhiwei: I don't think this is a question of acting skills...
Fifteen years ago, the great war against demons ended.
Eleven years ago, she entered the body of a female cultivator named Shen Zhiwei who had died.
From then on, she was Shen Zhiwei.
Her body was broken and severely damaged. If her remnant soul hadn't been so weak, she would never have chosen such a shell. Thus, her once boundless cultivation vanished, leaving her, who was once infinitely glorious, trapped in this broken body.
When she woke up weakly that year, she found that she was pregnant. She had been carrying the baby for ten months and it was almost time for the baby to be born.
Blood soaked the genitals, her breath was fading, her vision blurred, and she could only vaguely make out two figures in front of her.
The original owner's memories flooded into her consciousness, making her understand what had happened.
It's a melodramatic love triangle.
Although the original owner was a cultivator from a small world, she was kind-hearted, gentle, tolerant, and extremely beautiful.
One day, the original owner of this body picked up a man who had collapsed on the roadside.
The original owner was focused on cultivation and managing the sect, and didn't have time to read more miscellaneous books; otherwise, she would have known that one shouldn't pick up men on the street.
The man was a high-level cultivator in the Upper Realm, but he had lost his memory and was unconscious. Unfortunately, he was taken in by the original owner of this body.
The man was handsome, knowledgeable, and charming, so he went to great lengths to please the original owner of this body, eventually winning her heart. They fell in love, and naturally, they became husband and wife.
But later, her beloved came looking for her.
Before losing his memory, the man had been infatuated with a female cultivator and pursued her relentlessly. However, she remained aloof and refused to truly reciprocate his feelings. Thus, although his relatives and friends were all happy to see them get together, the man ultimately could not obtain what he desired.
Unexpectedly, after the man was seriously injured and went missing, his beloved fairy went mad searching for him. When she finally found him, she was shocked to discover that he had lost his memory and married a female cultivator from the mortal realm!
Because her defenses were breached, the fairy realized that she had feelings for him.
The next part is a choice between two options.
At that time, a beast tide broke out at the foot of Mount Sumeru. The wife in the lower realm was about to give birth, while the fairy in the upper realm was injured while searching for a man. Just then, a great and evil beast appeared, and the two could only protect one of them.
The man could also answer this multiple-choice question. He used his pregnant wife's body as a shield to block the attack of the great evil beast for the fairy from the upper realm.
The original body had already died, so she possessed it, and then the heart of this body and the heart of the fetus inside the abdomen began to beat weakly.
Although he managed to keep the mutilated body running, the body was too badly injured and could not hold on for long.
The man was unaware that the original body was dead, nor did he realize that the Shen Zhiwei he had transmigrated into was also about to die.
When Shen Zhiwei was in excruciating pain after transmigrating, the couple was still arguing loudly.
The celestial maiden's voice still held a hint of resentment: "Don't think you can fool me with this. You treated me well before only because you wanted my physique to help your cultivation. So you set up a scheme step by step, carefully calculating to make the whole world think that I should be on your side. I know what you're thinking! You killed this pregnant woman from the mortal realm so easily. It's just that you're a deep-thinking and scheming person!"
The man's voice sounded slightly weary as he said, "Junior sister, why do you speak like this? You're always like this, so strong-willed, and you always feel that others are scheming against you, that everything they do is calculated. If that's really what you think, why bother coming to me? You should just be Zhiwei, keep things simple—"
The celestial maiden's voice suddenly sharpened: "Stop playing tricks! Comparing yourself to a lower-realm female cultivator who's completely subservient to you, trying to elevate your own status. With your abilities, even with amnesia, you could easily dazzle this lower-realm woman with your supernatural powers, making her worship you like a god. You can't stand my pride and confidence, so you insist I admire you and feel it's my fault that I'm on equal footing with you—"
"You dare compare me to a lowly female cultivator from the lower realm? Does she even deserve it?"
"Also, are you truly suffering from amnesia and being deceived by this female cultivator from the lower realm, or did you never actually suffer from amnesia and deliberately seduce me to lure me into your trap?"
The two engaged in a verbal battle, testing each other's limits. Normally, the transmigrated Shen Zhiwei might have just grabbed some melon seeds and peanuts to watch the drama unfold; she had lowbrow tastes and loved watching melodramatic soap operas.
But now that she's in this body, which is carrying a baby and is about to die, her soul is too weak to change bodies. If she dies, her soul will truly be scattered!
Therefore, Shen Zhiwei could only save herself.
She raised her head, mustered all her strength, and stubbornly whispered, "My husband—"
Shen Zhiwei could have acted more pitiful, but she should collect the original owner's memories, know that the original owner was stubborn, and know that the man usually liked the stubborn and pure persona, so she should act according to the persona.
Tears welled in her eyes, a hint of stubbornness lingering beneath the surface of her poignant expression.
The woman who transmigrated, Shen Zhiwei, was a master of acting; she kept her performance under control.
She touched her lower abdomen, hesitated, and then said, "Help me!"
In this way, her desire to survive was not out of fear of death, but for the sake of the fetus in her womb.
The script for "A Mother's Strength" is already touching, not to mention that the child is the man's own flesh and blood.
Shen Zhiwei also paid great attention to body language. She pressed one hand on her lower abdomen, leaned forward a little, and grabbed the other person's clothes with the other hand.
That pure and beautiful face was truly captivating, not to mention the stubbornness in her eyes tinged with tears—she was the quintessential resilient white lotus from humble beginnings. Her gaze, bathed in blood, burned like fire, a poignant and resolute beauty that was impossible to look directly at.
In short, her acting skills are superb; she has the kind of acting skills that can create iconic scenes.
It's not shameful to live a miserable life. Although the person who transmigrated, Shen Zhiwei, is a great cultivator, she is shameless and can let go of her pride.
Her acting and subtle hints were perfect, and her character design after absorbing the memories was not out of character. Even the original owner's husband trembled, seemingly moved.
But the next moment, the other party forcefully pulled out the hem of Shen Zhiwei's clothes that she could barely hold.
Shen Zhiwei: ...
She doesn't think it's a problem with her acting skills.
Shen Zhiwei: What a scumbag!
The man was dressed neatly, but a pregnant female cultivator had grabbed him so hard that a bloody handprint was left on his body. The blood was so bright red that it was shocking to see.
The man took one or two steps back, moving further and further away from Shen Zhiwei.
The fairy from the upper realm grew increasingly displeased: "If you take her side, don't expect me to talk to you again."
This means that if the man ignores Shen Zhiwei, she will still pay attention to this male cultivator who has lost his virginity.
That's not surprising. The fairy from the upper realm spoke eloquently and analyzed things logically, seemingly quite rational and intelligent. But if she didn't care, why would she bother to exert so much effort to pull at the man?
The fairy from the upper realm left in anger, and her husband, who was the original owner of the body, chased after her, leaving Shen Zhiwei behind.
She was in severe abdominal pain, and because she had no experience with this, she didn't realize that the waves of intense pain were contractions and that she was about to give birth.
It was quite remarkable that Shen Zhiwei survived in the end.
When someone is down on their luck, even drinking cold water can cause them to choke.
Shen Zhiwei herself never expected to be so unlucky, and she guessed that Young Master Mu probably never expected it either.
Who could have imagined that she would fall into such a state, her body destroyed, with only a wisp of damaged soul remaining, attached to a female cultivator from the lower realm.
Even when their true faces are revealed, they are no longer the same as before, and there are absolutely no traces of disguise.
Mu Wuxian definitely wouldn't recognize himself.
Young Master Mu's hand had already touched her cheek, and the other person spread their thumb open, firmly pinching her face.
The skin that my fingers touched was warm and smooth. The face in front of my eyes was about 50-60% similar to before, but it had become much more beautiful.
Shen's eyes were glistening with moisture, her skin was snow-white and her lips were red; she possessed an extremely striking and beautiful face.
Upon first glance, the onlookers were immediately struck by its beauty.
With such beauty and such control, it's easy to be captivated.
Mu Wuxian's eyes, however, were like ice and snow, without the slightest hint of tenderness or emotion.
He was cautious and examined the items very carefully.
The cultivation realm in this realm is divided into five levels: Qi Gathering, Body Tempering, Jade Liquid, Half-Immortal, and Immortal.
This Sect Leader Shen appears to be at the Jade Liquid Realm, but in reality, he is deliberately concealing his true strength; his cultivation has actually reached the Half-Immortal Realm.
But he's only at the level of a mere half-immortal—
The realm of a half-immortal was nothing to him.
With his cultivation at the semi-immortal level, he couldn't possibly cast a curse that would cut the back of his own hand.
The hairpin that had been used to suppress her face had been removed, revealing her full appearance. Her looks and body had not been altered by any magic.
That wasn't the face he was looking for.
Unless the other party truly destroys that original body with amazing talent and replaces their soul with this body with ordinary talent.
That person values cultivation as much as life itself, and is inherently greedy; he would never do such a thing.
He was supposed to release Shen Zhiwei, but for some reason, a thought suddenly struck him, and he reached for the back of her neck.
All cultivators at the Immortal Realm can create avatars.
These avatars are unaware and unconscious, yet possess self-awareness. If no one tells them, they may not even know that they are avatars of a great cultivator. The great cultivator himself can easily seize the bodies of these avatars for his own use without any rejection.
However, if the incarnation is possessed, a soul flower will grow on the back of its neck.
When the incarnation resonates with the original spirit, or when the incarnation is possessed, a soul flower will appear.
Young Master Mu pulled Shen Zhiwei's collar back a little, and he could see the back of her neck.
Its skin was snow-white, and it had no soul flower, but it possessed something else.
Shen Zhiwei had claw marks on her back caused by a demon beast, which was the reason for the original owner's death. Her collar was torn open, revealing a bit of the marks, which was shocking to see.
But this had little to do with Young Master Mu. He let go and strode back into the car.
The chariot has restarted, and it seems there are no more suspicious people here. This Sect Leader Shen is probably just an innocent victim.
The others couldn't help but think to themselves, "That's true, he's just a minor sect leader at the foot of Mount Sumeru, probably not some kind of dangerous cultivator."
Rong Ying was covered in cold sweat; she had just noticed the scars on Shen Zhiwei's back.
Besides the claw mark of a strange beast, there is also a light blue beast mark. It is said that if a cultivator escapes from the mouth of a first-grade demon beast, he will leave such a food mark, and sooner or later he will become the blood food of the demon beast and be eaten by it.
Rong Ying suddenly shivered, as if she had thought of something.
Shen Zhiwei's hair was slightly disheveled, and the red marks from pinching her fair cheeks had not yet faded, revealing her true appearance. She was indeed a stunningly beautiful woman with striking features.
The phoenix had a bell tied around its neck, and as the sound of the bell faded into the distance, it indicated that Young Master Mu had already gone far away.
Shen Zhiwei seemed to have recovered her composure and complained angrily, "Everyone else is unaware of my suspicions, but I am the one who is suspected. This shows that I am a cultivator from the lower realm, so even though I have come to Yuan Yuan Heaven, I am still subject to doubt. We cultivators from the lower realm have a difficult time even after coming to Yuan Yuan Heaven."
Her few complaints made everyone think she was arrogant and ignorant, and Rong Ying almost burst out laughing.
What's there to say about Young Master Mu investigating you?
Shen Zhiwei was indeed beautiful, but she was not what Rong Ying had imagined. She was not the alluring and delicate woman Rong Ying had thought she was, but she was indeed vulgar, unbearably vulgar from head to toe.
She keeps bringing up her lower-world origins to complain about being targeted, as if no one in the upper realm would dare to disobey Young Master Mu. What kind of person is she?
However, family members are not like family. Without Young Master Mu's restraint, Shen Xiaochun immediately rushed over, tears welling up in her eyes, and cooperated with her mother: "Mother, don't worry. Although Xiaochun was born in the lower realm, she will definitely cultivate diligently and take good care of you in the future."
Shen Zhiwei rubbed her head: "That's right! Our Shen family should have this kind of spirit. Xiao Chan, you're definitely not lacking in anyone. There's a saying, 'Never underestimate a young man's potential.'"
Seeing that the mother and daughter were putting on an act again, Rong Ying secretly rolled her eyes.
Rong Ying finally understood: although Shen Zhiwei had raised a daughter, her vision was clearly outdated. Even if Shen Xiaochan had some talent, she would eventually be ruined by her muddle-headed mother.
Xie Qingyu coughed and then said, "Sect Leader Shen has indeed suffered some grievances today. If you and your daughter have any requests, please feel free to speak up, and I can offer some compensation."
Xie Qingyu is used to being a good person and believes that the four regions are like one family, so it's not surprising that she said this now.
Shen Zhiwei didn't say no, but she gave her daughter a push: "Didn't you say you wanted some kind of sword?"
Shen Xiaochun seized this golden opportunity and didn't hesitate: "I haven't yet tempered my body while gathering Qi, and I want a purple-grade Earth-rank magic sword, made by Tianling Peak. Isn't there a Nanli Sword among Tianling Peak's new swords recently? It's formed from the Nanli Strange Flame. If possible, I'd like that one, okay?"
The Tianling Peak in the Yuanyuan Realm opens its furnace once every five years, and each time, different grades of swords produce star products. Among the current batch of Earth-grade Purple-rank swords, the Nanli Sword is the most renowned.
Shen Xiaochun had been eyeing the Nanli Sword for a long time, fearing that it would have already been given to someone else after the annual exams.
If you can't have what you want, it truly becomes a white moonlight.
Xie Qingyu was amused by Shen Xiaochuan's words. His smile, which was usually gentle and formulaic, turned into a loud laugh: "Then we must have that Nanli Sword."
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