Guide to the Rebirth of the Evil Woman in the Immortal Realm - Chapter 10

Green Emperor’s Spirit Mountain and the Ancient Vine Immortal Abode were quite far apart, one to the north, the other to the west. Fortunately, teleportation arrays existed. Shen Fuxin only heard the roar of wind by her ears, and in the instant her vision brightened, she caught the faint scent of lily of the valley.

Unlike the ancient solemnity of Green Emperor’s Spirit Mountain, the Ancient Vine Immortal Abode was nestled in a valley brimming with flowers. A babbling stream flowed in front of the abode, creating a bright and lively scenery that Shen Fuxin had once adored.

Wading through the lily of the valley blooms that reached her calves, she lifted her head to gaze at the wooden plaque of the abode, adorned with festive red silk. A faint, mocking smile tugged at her lips as she stepped through the rippling, water-like barrier.

Ji Ting, clutching a large handful of flowers, followed closely behind Shen Fuxin. Crossing the barrier meant they had truly entered the abode’s domain.

The earlier tranquility was gone, replaced by a clamorous scene inside the abode, with red silk flower balls hanging everywhere. At the entrance stood an immortal with jet-black hair and delicate eyebrows, dressed in a glossy crimson-purple robe and wearing a large, vibrant emerald ring on his index finger. He was amiably greeting guests with a beaming smile.

Hearing footsteps, he turned and saw Shen Fuxin. He craned his neck to check if Zhao Lanying was following behind her. Seeing it wasn’t Zhao Lanying, his obsequious smile faded slightly. Noting Ji Ting’s extraordinary aura, he forced himself to perk up and asked Shen Fuxin with a smile, “Dear daughter, who is this?”

“She’s the immortal envoy I hired,” Shen Fuxin replied. “Rainbow Capital Immortal was unavailable.”

The Ancient Vine Immortal’s smile vanished, and he no longer regarded Ji Ting with any favor. However, since Shen Fuxin had arrived, the immortals around him, already harboring disdain, deliberately inquired, “Fuxin, how are your studies coming along? Can you wield a sword yet?”

Shen Fuxin smiled brightly and showed them her empty hands. “Not well at all. I’ve thrown all my swords away.”

Her words were a blatant slap in the face to the Ancient Vine Immortal in front of all the immortals. Choking back his anger, he couldn’t understand why his once-obedient adopted daughter had become like this. His plump cheeks flushed with a purplish hue, and he nearly drew his sword to strike her. “You, you unfilial child! After I raised you with painstaking effort for seven hundred years!”

Ji Ting, sniffing the flowers in her hand, watched the scene from among the blooms. Her gaze shifted from the male immortal’s sword tip to Shen Fuxin’s calm, unruffled face. She had no doubt that, if they were alone, his sword would undoubtedly strike Shen Fuxin.

“She’s only seven hundred years old still at an age for play,” a kind-hearted immortal interceded. “Your elder brother is in the bridal chamber getting ready. Go and have a word with him.”

Shen Fuxin took Ji Ting’s hand and headed straight for the bridal chamber.

Away from the noise of the front courtyard, Ji Ting asked curiously, “Who is this elder brother of yours? Another immortal foundling like you?”

“Immortal foundlings aren’t that easy to come by,” Shen Fuxin said with disgust. “He’s someone who, after ascending, recognized a thief as his father.”

Ji Ting was astonished. “There are immortals willing to be treated as merchandise here?”

“Plenty. Rumor has it he was one of the early ascendants, perhaps even older than the Ancient Vine Immortal if you trace it back,” Shen Fuxin explained. “He just didn’t want to strive anymore.”

As they spoke, Shen Fuxin pushed open the door to the bridal chamber.

In the room, aside from the two male attendants hired to assist with the makeup, only the male immortal seated before the mirror remained. He was meticulously applying lip rouge while facing the mirror, and when he noticed the silence behind him, his upturned eyes swept a glance at the newcomer reflected in the glass.

Seeing it was Shen Fuxin, he gave a contemptuous smile.

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the two attendants and turned to Shen Fuxin, saying, “Little sister, come and style my hair for me.”

Shen Fuxin smiled as well. “Of course, elder brother.”

Her pale fingers gently combed through his well-maintained long hair as she picked up the comb. The male immortal seated before the mirror stared venomously at Shen Fuxin’s smiling face reflected in the glass. “How does it feel to be home again?”

He picked up a piece of red paper and lightly pressed it to his lips, a gleam of schadenfreude in his eyes. “Little sister, today is such a lovely, lovely sunny day.”

Shen Fuxin’s hand, holding the wooden comb, paused.

“Didn’t you hate this kind of weather the most? Oh, and snowy days too,” he said, tilting the red paper and leaving a ghastly red streak at the corner of his lips. “Have you forgotten? When we were children, you were punished with the family discipline, forced to kneel in the main hall. You cried and told me how much you hated sunny days and snowy days. The sun on clear days nearly dried you out, and on snowy days, the bitter cold made your knees ache to the bone as you knelt there.”

He set down the red paper, observing Shen Fuxin’s expression, and smiled with satisfaction. “Surprised, aren’t you? I remember it all. Not only do I remember, but I also reported you to Father many times Shen Fuxin, how could a lowborn like you, of unknown origins, have such good fortune? How is it that you were accepted into Qingdi Ling Mountain, while I could only marry into Tianqing Manor?”

Before Shen Fuxin could respond, Ji Ting burst into laughter. “Could it be that they simply didn’t want someone as old as you?”

The moment Ji Ting finished speaking, the entire mirror in front of him shattered into pieces!

The first to strike was not the resentful male immortal, but Shen Fuxin.

Shen Fuxin commanded, “Xiao Ting, close the door.”

She grabbed his glossy, silk-like black hair and slammed his head violently onto the dressing table. Amid the countless shards, her sword intent surged forth, yanking the bloodied male immortal back up and forcing him to gaze at the shattered fragments of the mirror.

In the myriad broken shards, countless reflections of his disheveled self stared back. Blood pooled on the floor as Shen Fuxin pinned him down with one knee, once again dragging his head by the hair and smashing it into the broken glass. “Elder brother, your rouge is too light, you’re not pretty enough.”

She spoke with a casual smile, rising to her feet and pressing the sole of her shoe against the back of his head, grinding it down repeatedly. “Look, now your mouth is clean, and I’ve even reapplied your makeup for you. Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Shards pierced his lips and teeth. Suppressed by her sword intent, he screamed in fury, blood covering his face, “How, how do you have a sword? How did you break through to the Tuichen Realm?!”

Shen Fuxin dragged him across the floor by his hair, like a naive child toying with a dying insect.

She remarked, “Still have the energy to shout? It seems you’re not truly in pain.”

Several small swords hovered lightly three inches above the ground. Shen Fuxin kicked the back of his knees, forcing him to kneel.

“You’re the real waste,” Shen Fuxin said gently. “After cultivating for thousands of years, you’re still stuck at the same stage as me in the Dust-Shedding Realm. Big brother, weren’t you so concerned about how kneeling punishment felt? Since you’ll be marrying out soon and we’ll rarely have chances to play together as siblings, if you don’t try it now, then when?”

The male immortal had long been drenched in cold sweat from terror at her soft-spoken words. Pinned motionless by sword intent, his eyes fixed fearfully on the sword planted in the ground as he stammered, “Shen Fuxin, you’re mad! Have you gone completely mad!”

Ji Ting stood by the door with his hands tucked in his sleeves, watching Shen Fuxin force her brother’s head down toward the sword on the ground.

The blade pierced his forehead, instantly opening a bloody hole. Without blinking, Shen Fuxin yanked him up and slammed his head toward a second sword, calmly stating, “I am mad. I’ve been mad for a long time.”

He screamed in terror, and in his most extreme state of fear and hatred, he spat out those words with vicious satisfaction: “Shen Fuxin, you’ll die a wretched death! Serves you right to become Zhao Lanying’s fur.”

Expressionless, Shen Fuxin grabbed his hair and smashed his head toward the suddenly lengthening crimson longsword on the ground.

The sharp blade pierced through his skull. Severely wounded, he immediately fell silent and lost consciousness.

Just then, the wedding procession arrived. A group of immortals gathered at the door, eager to see the new spouse from Tianqing Manor. But the bridal chamber door stood wide open, releasing a thick scent of blood. The male immortal who should have been properly seated waiting to be led out lay face down on the floor, blood pooling around him.

A longsword had pierced completely through his face, skewering it like a candied hawthorn on a stick.

And Shen Fuxin, the most notorious good-for-nothing in the immortal realm, stood up slowly from beside her elder brother, her hands covered in blood.

Wiping the blood splattered on her cheek, she smiled faintly: “My apologies. How about I punish myself with three drinks?”