Guide to the Rebirth of the Evil Woman in the Immortal Realm - Chapter 21

Wenren Yi stood beside a series of pavilions and waterside gazebos shrouded in mist, looking down at the narcissus flowers that had quietly bloomed around her.

In an instant, the water and sky merged into one color; she was left alone with the reflection of herself and the blossoms. The narcissus flowers were fragile, leaning against Wenren Yi’s ankles and swaying weightlessly in the breeze.

The narcissus was originally the natal flower governed by Wenren Yi, yet she could not muster a shred of affection for such delicate, solitary things.

Dragging the charred half of her forearm beneath her sleeve, she ruthlessly stepped over the field of rare herbs and exotic flowers, heading straight toward the Sky-Reaching Lotus Pond that Jie Fanyin had mentioned.

The Sky-Reaching Lotus Pond was the place closest to the Ninth Heaven of the God Realm. It was said to possess the purest and most abundant spiritual energy in the three realms. The pond was filled year-round with lotus flowers of various sizes and colors, all of which were incarnations of the world’s spiritual essence. But the most famous of all was the one…

Thinking of this, Wenren Yi frowned.

As she reached the edge of the pond, she found hundreds of divine soldiers and generals guarding the area. She ignored them and tried to enter, but two long swords flashing with cold light instantly crossed in front of her.

The Narcissus Flower God clenched her fists, but her palms yielded only lush, growing flower vines—no sharp blades.

“I mean no offense to the Flower God,” said a divine general, walking toward her and offering a salute. His tone was as hard as a stone brick. “However, the Lotus Pond is currently under martial law. Unrelated personnel are not permitted to enter.”

Wenren Yi’s fingertips crushed the narcissus in her palm. She laughed out of pure rage. “Then why was Jie Fanyin allowed in just now?”

The general bowed his head even lower. “Please do not make things difficult for us, Flower God.”

Wenren Yi stared at the sword tips pointed at her, a thousand grievances and a thousand unwilling thoughts swirling in her heart. However, it was not wise to clash with them here. She swallowed her pride and turned to leave.

She walked a great distance away but left a thread of her divine power to monitor the activity behind her. Sure enough, the soldiers who had drawn their swords against her sheathed them and returned to their ranks. One of them sighed and whispered, “Will doing this offend the Narcissus Flower God?”

“I would rather offend all twelve Flower Gods at once than let anything happen to the Lotus Mother,” the other scolded in a low voice. “Do you not want to keep your head?”

“But the Lotus Mother’s condition is worsening. I fear she won’t last another few tens of thousands of years…” The first speaker sounded fearful. “On the day her physical body perishes and her Tao dissipates, will we—”

In the next moment, her voice cut off abruptly.

Sensing something, Wenren Yi stopped and looked back. The two divine soldiers were gone from their posts. Only a pale red mark dragged all the way into the lotus pond, like the watery trail left by a slug.

She suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

She wandered aimlessly. The God Realm was beautiful yet hollow, like a celestial palace pieced together from ostentatious veils and crystal glass, lording over all things in the three realms. Everything beneath their feet could be sacrificed to serve as nourishment for the High Gods.

Leaning against a massive pillar of mutton-fat white jade, Wenren Yi thought of the two soldiers—who were alive and warm just moments ago—being dragged into the pond. She couldn’t help but dry-heave.

But she was a High God; her stomach was empty, and she had nothing to throw up.

Through misty eyes, Wenren Yi looked up and realized she had unwittingly walked back to the Heaven-Slaying Terrace.

It remained desolate and cold, a place no one visited. She sat down against the white jade pillar, watching the sea of clouds below swirl into various beautiful shapes. Instead of fading, the events of thirty thousand years ago remained strangely vivid in her mind. She even remembered the War God named Shen Sha who was executed.

Back then, Shen Sha had struggled, glaring at her. Wenren Yi remembered that Shen Sha had strange, deep red hair, and those eyes—forever burning, forever furious—were a glazed amber color, like an uncontrollable beast. She had let out a lion-like roar upon seeing Wu Zhen’s corpse.

Wenren Yi had never seen such a look of pure rage in her life.

She clearly wasn’t close to the woman; why was the look Shen Sha gave her so distorted with fury?

Sitting beneath the pillar, Wenren Yi reflected on that gaze for a moment and suddenly froze.

…Her hatred wasn’t directed at Wenren Yi. It was more as if she were looking through her, at someone else. Wenren Yi felt a chill run through her body. Who exactly was Shen Sha glaring at? Who did she truly hate?

She suddenly felt that she knew absolutely nothing about what had happened thirty thousand years ago.

Shen Fuxin tucked the leaf back into her inner pocket. “I can’t get through to Great God Yandan.”

Ji Ting, leaning against the other cauldron, did not reply. Shen Fuxin glanced over and realized she was already asleep. Ji Ting seemed very unpicky about her sleeping environment.

Ignoring her, Shen Fuxin took out the materials she had bought today and used her spiritual fire to temper them. For some reason, since yesterday, the color of her spiritual fire seemed to have deepened slightly. She had wanted to ask Yandan about it today, but the connection failed.

However, since her alchemy style didn’t follow the same path as Yandan’s, she would likely have to figure things out on her own from now on.

Following the instructions in the book, Shen Fuxin threw the mass that had condensed into a thunder-purple sphere into the cauldron. Today, she wanted to refine a Thunder Pill. It was said that after consuming this pill, one could briefly wield the power of lightning for three days. Thinking of this, she pulled out the heavy sword from her spatial bag and threw it into the cauldron as well.

She controlled the intensity of the spiritual fire. This batch was different from the previous ones; as she manipulated the fire, she felt a heavy, dragging sensation, making it far less manageable than her earlier refinements.

As her concentration wavered, a muffled thud echoed from the cauldron. The Thunder Pill seemed to have exploded inside.

…What exploded wasn’t just a pill; it was Shen Fuxin’s hard-earned spiritual stones!

She felt a pain in her heart unlike any she had felt before. Thinking that perhaps some usable residue remained, she thrust her sword into the cauldron to stir it. Black dust swirled up, blocking her vision, but the sensation through the sword told her there was a hard, small sphere inside.

The moment she withdrew the sword, she heard a banging sound against the cauldron and was slightly startled. The failed pill came charging out along the heavy rim, its purple-black surface flickering with faint sparks of electricity.

Shen Fuxin pressed her lips together, feeling that this thing was bad news. It might actually be enough to kill someone if eaten.

While she was still hesitating, the burnt, failed pill shot straight toward her.

Shen Fuxin swatted it away with her sword. The collision produced a resounding metallic clang. Realizing something was wrong, she watched as the purple-black pill circled her once and then struck directly at her dantian!

Ji Ting, who had opened her eyes at some unknown point, flicked her finger. The pill was sent flying back against the cauldron, only to bounce off and charge toward Shen Fuxin again with unstoppable speed.

Ji Ting paused in surprise. Consequently, Shen Fuxin was struck and forced back a step. She immediately felt a world-shattering pain and, unable to support herself, slumped down against the cauldron.

Her dantian felt as if it were on fire, and her movements triggered spasms like claps of thunder. Ji Ting immediately rushed forward to support her. At this moment, Shen Fuxin had no time to worry about their proximity. She gritted her teeth and said to Ji Ting, “Help me poke it out.”

Ji Ting placed her hand on Shen Fuxin’s abdomen and sensed the pill still moving restlessly. She said to Shen Fuxin, “There’s no other way. Try to refine and absorb it.”

Hearing this, Shen Fuxin was momentarily distracted. Then, her brow furrowed in pain and she was consumed by fury. “Refine it? Do you take me for a cauldron?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly realized something.

Pills, cauldrons, the so-called “Cauldron Constitution”…

Shen Fuxin stopped talking and slapped her condensed spiritual fire onto her dantian.

Her own body was far more familiar than a cauldron she had only used a few times. She sensed her dantian truly heating up as if an actual fire were burning there, and countless doubts were ignited along with the spiritual flame.

Was she truly the kind of “Cauldron Constitution” known in the Immortal Realm?

The so-called Cauldron Constitution was supposed to possess staggering beauty, a soft and sensitive body, and usually no proficiency in spells. Shen Fuxin didn’t need a mirror to know her own worth.

What kind of people were in the Immortal Realm? There were few “ugly” ones, and beauties were as common as carp crossing a river. Regardless of gender, beautiful people were as numerous as grains of sand. In such an elite environment, Shen Fuxin could only be described as average—clean and refreshing, but with a beauty that blended into the crowd. She was by no means staggeringly gorgeous.

While her physical perception was indeed sensitive, she wouldn’t call herself “soft.” Shen Fuxin had plenty of confidence in herself; she wasn’t exactly made of steel, but she wasn’t a pushover either.

And as for having no proficiency in spells? She was a proud Alchemy Immortal now. So many people were unable to refine pills, yet she could. Did that not count as being exceptionally gifted?

In this moment of burning fire, Shen Fuxin suddenly understood a great deal. Enduring the intense burning pain within her, she found that the unruly failed pill had actually become much more submissive under her control, softening just like a normal pill.

Shen Fuxin leaned against the cauldron, her heart filled with complex emotions.

…So, what kind of creature am I exactly? Could it be that my mother was actually a giant cauldron, and she gave birth to a little cauldron?

Seeing her expression soften, Ji Ting also let out a secret sigh of relief.

Shen Fuxin’s appearance just now had been too frightening. There had never been an Alchemy Immortal who choked to death on a pill in all the world. If she truly fainted from choking on a failed pill, she would probably be so angry she would bang her head against a wall upon waking up.

Ji Ting had initially wanted to force the pill out, but that would have severely damaged Shen Fuxin’s cultivation and body. Furthermore, it seemed that the pills she refined herself were all very interested in Shen Fuxin…

She patted Shen Fuxin’s back and comforted her, “See? Isn’t that better? Just absorb the residue of that failed pill into your body.”

Shen Fuxin clutched her lower abdomen. After letting her pat for a few moments, she suddenly said, “Go away. I feel like vomiting.”

Ji Ting’s hand froze, and she consciously backed away.

Shen Fuxin’s head began to ache again. This time, she felt that it wasn’t just her head and abdomen; her entire body hurt. She had the illusion that her spiritual energy and blood were being forcibly drained away. Dizzily, she did not vomit as she had said she would. In fact, she could no longer sense the residue of the failed pill or the gradually dying spiritual fire.

A pure purple pill suddenly emerged from her dantian and dropped onto the ground.

In the night, besides its inherent purple hue, it actually shimmered with a strange, radiant golden light.