Guide to the Rebirth of the Evil Woman in the Immortal Realm - Chapter 11

Those swords belonged to Shen Fuxin.

The moment this realization dawned, the expressions of many immortals subtly shifted.

Everyone knew Shen Fuxin was incompetent and useless, a good-for-nothing. Yet now, not only had she broken through three minor realms in succession, touching the threshold of the Shedding Mortality Realm, but she had also beaten her elder brother half to death. She had even held back, refraining from damaging his immortal soul and sparing his life. It was hard to say whether she was cruel or merciful.

Unfazed by the many eyes fixed on her, she walked down the steps without hesitation. “When does the banquet begin? Today is my elder brother’s joyous occasion, we mustn’t miss the auspicious hour.”

After a few steps, Shen Fuxin seemed to recall something. She turned and called out, “Xiao Ting, come here.”

Ji Ting stood in the dimly lit room, her gaze fixed on the pool of blood.

She allowed the male immortal’s blood to flow toward the soles of her shoes, feeling an uncanny familiarity with the scene. Her heart felt hollow, as though she were about to plummet from the immortal realm back into the Avici Hell. Only when she heard Shen Fuxin’s call did Ji Ting snap out of her daze. She stepped over the blood-soaked ground and walked toward Shen Fuxin, who stood bathed in the bright sunlight.

She said, “I’m coming.”

A healing immortal had already entered to treat Shen Fuxin’s severely injured elder brother. After a few moments, the brother slowly regained consciousness. With a terrifying bloody hole in his forehead, he gasped weakly, “Father, avenge me, Father.”

With that, he fainted again, seemingly unlikely to wake anytime soon.

Yet, amid the crowd, Immortal Guteng watched the scene unfold. Instead of darkening with anger, his face lit up with joy. He clapped his hands and laughed heartily, “Excellent, excellent! A joyous occasion indeed my household is blessed with double happiness today!”

He turned and bowed to the assembled immortals, his expression twisted with delight. “Our Fuxin has remained silent for so long, only to astonish everyone with a single feat. Truly, she is worthy of being the child I raised she carries the same demeanor I once had! Come, the auspicious hour has arrived. Let us proceed to the banquet and drink to our hearts’ content!”

The celestial official from the Tianqing Mansion, who had been standing quietly among the crowd, spoke calmly, “My lord is occupied today and has ordered me to bring the young master back to the mansion. Does the immortal lord have any words for me to relay to my lord?”

Hearing this, Immortal Guteng paused and glanced back at his adopted son, lying unconscious in the room. There was not a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

This man had ascended at an opportune time but was, in truth, nothing more than a flashy facade with no substance. If not for the spirit stones spent on him over the years, Guteng would have long since disposed of him.

Compared to the Green Emperor’s Spirit Mountain, the Tianqing Mansion was not a favorable arrangement.

On the surface, he had secured a decent future for his adopted son, but in reality, Guteng had already investigated the situation thoroughly. The Tianqing Mansion was not seeking a consort to marry into their family. Instead, its arrogant lord had made a bet with a few friends, deliberately seeking to cause Guteng distress. Though called a consort, the adopted son would not form a bond with the lord and would likely end up as nothing more than a servant to be ordered around.

But Shen Fuxin was different.

Immortal Guteng narrowed his eyes. Zhao Lanying was generous and dignified. Now that Shen Fuxin had suddenly awakened to her potential, he could demand even greater benefits from Zhao Lanying. More importantly, by forging this marital alliance, would he not draw closer to the center of power and influence he so desperately craved?

At this thought, he smiled.

“Nothing,” the benevolent father said, wiping away nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes. “Take him away.”

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The banquet was lively with clinking glasses and cheerful toasts. Yet, despite Shen Fuxin’s demonstrated swordsmanship, many immortals still scorned her for her disgraceful actions. As a result, the table where she sat was particularly deserted.

Ji Ting sat to Shen Fuxin’s right, watching her eat and drink with unbothered ease, which only deepened his curiosity about her. “Did you hear that?” he said. “They’re whispering about you.”

Shen Fuxin replied, “I don’t care.”

Ji Ting was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. “Xiao Fu,” he said, “it seems we might have more in common than I thought.”

Many immortals had been observing their interaction, and when they saw Shen Fuxin shamelessly laughing with her attendant, some turned away in disgust, muttering to their companions, “Such a pure immortal lineage, yet she wastes it on mischief instead of good deeds. And she still dares to dream of forming a bond with the Rainbow Capital Immortal Maiden. An uneducated minor immortal like her will never even glimpse the gates of the Divine Realm.”

Though the speaker’s voice was soft, it drew the attention of everyone nearby. At the mention of the Divine Realm, Ji Ting’s fingers trembled slightly, nearly spilling the wine from the cup he held.

Having lived through her past life, Shen Fuxin already knew the grim fate that awaited her brother after he entered the Tianqing Mansion, a fate worse than death. Now, having settled her personal vendetta before he could be married off, she was in high spirits. Ignoring the gossip around her, she noticed Ji Ting’s reaction and asked with interest, “What, regretting following me already?”

Ji Ting shook his head. “I have a feeling that the answers we both seek might lie in the Divine Realm.”

Before he could finish, the sky above them was suddenly torn open by a brilliant golden light.

The entire Immortal Realm trembled as the rift stretched from south to north. Countless immortals looked up in astonishment as a rainbow-hued glow burst from the crack, and a cloud drifted down gracefully.

Seated atop the cloud was a young girl with twin buns, riding a blue ox. In her hand, she held a willow branch, which she playfully flicked in Shen Fuxin’s direction, her expression a mix of amusement and reproach. “Are you the little immortal who lit my master’s divine cauldron?” she called out, her voice echoing across the Immortal Realm.

As she spoke, a drop of dew splashed onto Shen Fuxin’s forehead. Shen Fuxin covered the spot, suddenly feeling a clarity of mind.

At that moment, Ji Ting reached out and tightly grasped the hem of Shen Fuxin’s robe.

Seeing that Shen Fuxin did not respond, the immortal child paid her no further mind and declared, “Shen Fuxin of the Immortal Realm, by the summons of the Divine Realm’s Yan Dan, the Exalted One, you are to ascend and present yourself before her immediately.”

With that, she waved her willow branch again, but to her surprise, Shen Fuxin suddenly seized Ji Ting’s hand and pulled him onto the cloud with her.

The immortal child looked puzzled. “What is the meaning of this?”

Shen Fuxin replied, “I’m bringing my attendant.”

The young immortal stared at Ji Ting for a moment, unable to discern his level of cultivation. She recalled her master’s instructions to politely bring the immortal up for temporary use and noted that there had been no prohibition against bringing an attendant. Besides, this attendant was quite pleasing to the eye. Given her master’s current less-than-ideal circumstances, having such a handsome presence might add a touch of dignity, like a decorative vase.

So, she invited Shen Fuxin and Ji Ting to mount the blue ox, flicked the ox with her willow branch, and they set off at a leisurely pace toward the Divine Realm.

As the rift closed, the immortals left at the banquet could only exchange bewildered glances.

The one who had spoken harshly earlier sat in silence, utterly speechless. Meanwhile, the entire Immortal Realm buzzed with excitement over the fleeting auspicious sign.

Who was Yan Dan, the Exalted One? She was the undisputed leader of the Alchemical Cauldron Sect, who had held her position in the Divine Realm for tens of thousands of years. And now, Shen Fuxin had not only managed to ignite her discarded cauldron but had also been summoned to the Divine Realm…

What extraordinary fortune was this?

While the outside world was still reeling in shock and confusion, Qingdi Ling Mountain remained serene and tranquil.

The young disciples of the Fuxian Sect had long witnessed Shen Fuxin igniting the cauldron not only that, but she had also slain a sword spirit. And not just slain a sword spirit that day, she had scorched most of the Sword Platform black. Having considered themselves seasoned in witnessing grand spectacles, they were surprisingly calm when the divine decree descended from the heavens.

“Shen Fuxin?” one of the junior disciples waved a hand dismissively and said calmly, “After seeing so many absurdities, they start to feel normal. If you told me she was about to transform into the great green ox that carried them, I’d find it perfectly reasonable.”

Unaware of how the immortal realm was gossiping about them, Shen Fuxin and Ji Ting passed through layers of cloud-crafted jade towers and golden palaces. A solemn, almost terrifying chime of a bronze bell echoed in their ears, and when they looked up, they had arrived.

At a rather shabby and dilapidated palace.