After Transmigrating as a Wealthy Woman: Don’t You Dare Touch My Baby! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 85

Zhong Ying eventually settled into a modest courtyard adjacent to her Master’s grotto. It consisted of a bedroom and a study, and considering she was a mortal, it even included a small kitchen and a latrine.

However, did Zhong Ying actually need them? After cultivating for just one afternoon, she had already reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

Anyone witnessing this would have been dumbfounded, but with her “cheat,” spiritual energy gathered around her the moment she sat down to meditate. Because of her Natural Dual Physique, her cultivation speed was like a rocket. She wasn’t worried about being discovered; in the early stages, the amount of energy she required was minimal. At the very least, reaching the mid-stage of Qi Refining didn’t cause any terrifying heavenly anomalies.

No one knew that the Hehuan Sect had just gained a terrifying cultivation genius.

One thing, however, puzzled Zhong Ying. She realized that the books Elder Chilian gave her contained almost no techniques related to the Hehuan Sect’s specialty. From what she knew, the Hehuan Sect was famous for its path of Dual Cultivation (paired cultivation). Yet, she had scoured the books and found nothing of the sort.

Zhong Ying: “…” A bit of a pity; I actually wanted to learn that.

She wondered about Elder Chilian’s origins. The books were indispensable guides of experience and insight—complex, but incredibly useful upon careful reading. But in the end, Zhong Ying didn’t truly care who Chilian was.

Another night’s sleep. Late-stage Qi Refining.

She made herself a quick meal and continued her cultivation. During this time, sect members visited to give her a set of robes, a spatial bag, and a small amount of Spirit Stones. Zhong Ying accepted them with a polite thank you.

Spirit Stones were the currency of the cultivation world, valued by color. White was the most common, followed by Green, Blue, Purple, and finally, Gold. The conversion rate between each tier was 1 to 1,000. This meant one Golden Spirit Stone was worth a thousand Purple ones.

However, Golden Spirit Stones were legendary treasures. Beyond being currency, they were containers of immense spiritual energy. If a mortal were to absorb the energy of a single Golden Spirit Stone, it might blast them straight into the Foundation Establishment stage—though whether their body could survive the breakthrough was another matter.

Weighing the one hundred White Spirit Stones in her hand, Zhong Ying wondered what such a small amount could even buy. It seemed that without Little Bao by her side, she would have to live a life of poverty for a while.

【Friendly reminder: Because the Host possesses the Dual Physique, your absorption rate is perfect. Once you reach Foundation Establishment, you can directly “consume” Spirit Stones to gain energy.】

Zhong Ying raised an eyebrow. “Any side effects?”

【None at all. Provided, of course, that you have the Spirit Stones to spare.】

Zhong Ying: I never expected to become a “Gold-Devouring Beast” one day.

“If I don’t have stones, I’ll just have to seize them,” she muttered, lowering her eyes. Her ultimate goal was the Eternal Realm, and the road was long. She would take it one step at a time: ascend first.

With that, she sat cross-legged and returned to her seclusion.

Meanwhile, near the border of the Immortal and Demon Realms, there was a place called the Tianqing Plains.

A team of Hehuan Sect disciples was currently working together to take down an adult Green Scorpion Beast. The beast was massive—three meters long and two stories high. Its body was a sickly cyan-purple, except for a pitch-black tail covered in dense, sharp stingers. A single sweep of that tail could send a person flying, but its deadliest weapon was its venom. The team had already paid a heavy price.

“The Green Scorpion is in a weakened state! Push harder! Kill it and take the beast core!” Out of the original seven members, only five remained.

“Kill it! Senior Brother Zhou Chen needs that core to break through to the Golden Core stage!”

Zhou Chen’s expression darkened. “If you help me get this core, I will remember this debt!”

Though he was no longer Chilian’s disciple, he was still among the elite of the Hehuan Sect. In a world where the strong were respected, having someone powerful to back you was like having a death-exemption medal. Zhou Chen was young and already on the verge of the Golden Core stage—anyone who didn’t try to get on his good side was a fool.

The group threw every spell and technique they had at the beast. The Green Scorpion let out a final, agonizing shriek of rage against the demonic cultivators. But it was useless; after three days of battle, it was exhausted. Its tail collapsed, and its massive body went still.

“It’s dead! Fantastic!” The team cheered. Zhou Chen let out a sigh of relief.

Once he formed his Golden Core, he would show that Master of his exactly what she had lost by kicking him out. He had heard she replaced him with a mortal—the thought filled him with resentment. But once he achieved his breakthrough, all that humiliation would be washed away.

Filled with ambition, he strode forward to carve out the core…

Suddenly, Zhou Chen’s brow furrowed. A violent surge of spiritual energy was hurtling toward him!

Before he could look up, someone behind him screamed, “Heavens! What is that?!”

Zhou Chen looked up. A massive fireball was falling from the sky like a descending meteorite, wrapped in terrifying flames.

Zhou Chen: “!!!”

A bone-chilling sense of dread made his hair stand on end. “Run!!” he roared, instantly mounting his flying sword and taking off.

“But Senior Brother, the Green Scorpion—”

“Forget it! Run! We can’t stop that thing!” Even from a distance, he felt the lethal threat.

BOOM—!

The fireball struck the earth. The resulting shockwave flattened everything in the Tianqing Plains, uprooting trees and blasting the flying cultivators out of the sky. In an instant, a divine fire erupted. The hardened corpse of the Green Scorpion was reduced to ash in a heartbeat.

A single spark can start a prairie fire, but this divine fire turned the entire plains into an inferno within seconds. For a hundred miles, not a blade of grass survived. This was the power of Divine Fire.

A moment later, the massive fireball exploded. Surprisingly, the mountain-sized sphere was hollow.

A chubby little bird stood up from the center, shaking its sparse feathers. It scratched the single rainbow phoenix feather on its head with a wing and craned its neck to let out a long call: “Chirp—!”

After chirping, the little bird’s beady black eyes were filled with confusion.

Where am I?

This “fat bird” was, of course, Zhu Xingtong, who had been “spit” down to the lower realms by Mother Phoenix. She was surrounded by roaring flames, but as if she were immune to them, she simply scurried out of the wall of fire. Her tiny claws left little “jio” prints in the scorched earth.

“Chirp chirp chirp!” Is anyone there?!

Zhu Xingtong needed to find someone to ask for directions. She remembered that in the original book, her cub had chosen the Immortal path, specifically the Changtian Sect. So, if she could find the Changtian Sect, she’d find her cub!

She set her goal and waddled forward a few steps. Huff… huff…

“Chirp chirp chirp!!” So tired! Can’t walk anymore!

The little bird plopped down on her bottom and fanned herself with a wing to wipe the sweat from her brow. Standing in the middle of the inferno, Zhu Xingtong realized a major problem.

She had begged Mother Phoenix to send her to the Cultivation Realm, but she had forgotten one crucial detail: She didn’t know how to fly yet!

A phoenix that can’t fly is just a “ground-running chicken.” How was she supposed to find her cub in this vast world if she got winded after two steps?

Fortunately, on her twelfth attempt to start walking again, she stumbled upon the unconscious bodies of Zhou Chen and his team. They had been blasted nearly to pieces by the shockwave, but their dantians were intact; they just needed time to heal.

Zhu Xingtong saw their red and black robes embroidered with “Hehuan Sect” and knew they were demonic cultivators.

Immortal Path? No. Demonic Path? Yes.

But right now, they were her only ride out of the desert. If she relied on her short legs, she wouldn’t see civilization until next year.

Zhu Xingtong had an epiphany. She didn’t care who they were—this was her taxi!

She took a few steps back, ran, and jumped! She successfully landed on Zhou Chen’s chest. She rummaged through his pockets and dragged out a spatial bag, some Spirit Stones, and a signal flare.

Whiz—BANG!

The flare burst in the sky, leaving two clouds of smoke that signaled: Help!

The Hehuan Sect would surely come for them now. She looked at the unconscious Zhou Chen. He wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Quickly, she dove into his wide sleeve.

The little bird sat tall, pricked up her ears, and began chanting in her mind: I am very light, no one will notice me, no one will notice me!