Guide to the Rebirth of the Evil Woman in the Immortal Realm - Chapter 49

Shen Fuxin gave an “oh” and leaned back against the steps. As she did, she thrust the water swords piercing Jiang Daileng’s legs a bit deeper.

Listening to the sharp intake of breath escaping through Jiang Daileng’s gritted teeth, she was clearly in a good mood. “People are selfish. All that talk about the Great Dao being selfless or sacrificing oneself for others, just listen to it and forget it. You and your Master, one is malicious and the other is senile. If I were your Senior Sister, I would not want to carry two pieces of dead weight either.”

Jiang Daileng was so incensed she nearly jumped up. “My Master is not senile!”

Only a fool would believe that. Shen Fuxin gave Jiang Daileng a look of pity and said slowly, “So, how did your Senior Sister leave?”

Jiang Daileng panted heavily, whether from pain or fury. Seeing Shen Fuxin reach out again to toy with the water swords plunged through her thighs and into the stone steps, she barked, “I do not know! One morning she was just gone, leaving only a note saying she had left!”

“Is there a possibility,” Shen Fuxin rested her chin on her hand, looking at her, “that your Eldest Senior Sister is already dead?”

Jiang Daileng froze, then roared, “Impossible!”

How dull, Shen Fuxin thought. Hatred was not pure hatred, and love was certainly not pure love. Jiang Daileng clearly still harbored expectations for that Senior Sister, hoping that one day she would return, scarred but like a victorious general, to fetch them. She imagined her reaching out a hand and saying that she was sorry she was late and that she was taking them away now.

She would rather hate a living person who might never exist than believe her bones had likely been buried by the snow all these years.

Shen Fuxin did not care to dissect their soap opera of love and hate. She changed the subject. “When did these days begin? Do you remember the last day before the change, specifically what you were doing?”

Jiang Daileng was too angry to speak, clenching her teeth in silence.

Shen Fuxin did not get angry with her. She stood up, and two more water swords slid into her palms. Jiang Daileng stared at her. She looked back at Jiang Daileng mildly. “Jiang Daileng, I do not have much patience.”

Seeing Jiang Daileng’s “what can you do to me” expression, Shen Fuxin smiled. “If you do not speak, I will go torture your Master. I will stab her to death, sword by sword, and then drag her here to continue our chat.”

With that, she turned to leave. She had only taken two steps when fingers, still holding a trace of warmth, tightly gripped her pant leg.

Shen Fuxin stopped and looked down. Jiang Daileng’s eyes, still burning with rage, stared fixedly at her. Her voice was hoarse. “Do not go.”

“See? If you had done this sooner, we would have been fine,” Shen Fuxin withdrew her water swords and sat back down with a beaming smile. “I really do not like being a bad woman.”

The worst person here is you, Jiang Daileng thought, mentally stabbing a voodoo doll of Shen Fuxin. She took a deep breath and confessed, “I cannot remember the details of the final day clearly. I only remember waking up and finding ourselves here. Master was not like this originally. It was only after Senior Sister left that she fell into a heart demon. Her memory is stuck on the day after Senior Sister left, and it has not moved since.”

“Waking up here?” Shen Fuxin narrowed her eyes. “You were not originally members of the Qingwu Sect?”

Jiang Daileng felt a sense of helplessness. Perhaps because too much time had passed, or perhaps because the array imprisoning them had the effect of washing away memories, she had truly forgotten.

“Perhaps,” Jiang Daileng shook her head. “I have forgotten it all.”

Shen Fuxin sat on the stone steps and looked up at the night sky. She patted Jiang Daileng’s shoulder and gestured upward. “Do you see that?”

Jiang Daileng, thinking she was being tricked again, said defensively, “What are you doing?”

The pale eyes of Shen Fuxin reflected spiritual energy lines as dense as a spiderweb. They wove together to form a thick barrier covering the entire sky above the Qingwu Sect. Under Jiang Daileng’s terrified gaze, she lightly raised her hand and uttered those two words again: “Sword, come.”

In an instant, swords flew like meteors in a chaotic dance!

Shen Fuxin was indeed a container. She was like a scabbard that could draw out ten thousand blades. She stood calmly in place, watching the water swords bursting from her body strike the canopy of the sky.

The scene was so staggering that Jiang Daileng, pinned to the ground, lost herself in the sight. This was a firework display made of swords, cold and inviolable. The slender youth in green simply stood there, head tilted back. Faced with such a grand spectacle, she remained unmoved, her expression indifferent as she allowed the sword light to streak past like comets.

Jiang Daileng could not see the barrier. She could only see countless water swords suddenly slow down about thirty meters above the ground, as if hitting an obstruction, before slowly vanishing into the bleak night.

The alchemy cultivator in green raised her hand again, recalling the last long sword as it fell. She said with regret, “Your barrier was not set by a mortal cultivator. I cannot break it.”

What did that mean? Jiang Daileng suddenly felt her tongue go stiff. She had no time to worry about her Master rushing toward them, nor the jade clad cultivator and the red haired cultivator flying even faster ahead of her Master.

The woman in the jade colored robes ran the fastest. Although she forced a calm expression, her speed gave her away. “What happened? Did she try to attack you?”

No wonder I find this smiling woman unpleasant, Jiang Daileng thought coldly as she looked away. They are a pair. Does falling in love make one blind?

The Divine Realm, the Glazed Palace.

Jie Fanyin, standing before the shrine, snapped his eyes open and clutched his neck with both hands.

The shock of being decapitated was still vivid in his mind. Jie Fanyin panted quietly, looking at his increasingly flickering longevity candle within the empty Glazed Hall. He blinked. Why? Why were they no longer offering sacrifices to him? Why were they offering sacrifices to Wu Zhen, who was supposed to be forgotten?

Something was wrong. The prohibition cast upon the lower two realms was beginning to fail.

Jie Fanyin stood in the Glazed Hall that should have belonged to Wu Zhen. He had changed none of the furnishings here, preserving everything as it was when Wu Zhen fell. He paced the hall. Everything that did not belong to him yet had been seized by him was delightful, even if he could no longer accurately taste the seven emotions and six desires.

He suddenly stopped. An absurd thought spread through his body from his trembling fingertips.

Could it be that Wu Zhen has returned? But from where could she return? Her physical body had been shattered into a million fragments, and her divine soul had been extracted and imprisoned within that headless statue. Where exactly was she returning from?

Jie Fanyin did not fear a vengeful ghost returning from hell, but he instinctively feared Wu Zhen. He stood in the Glazed Hall for a long time before finally pushing open the doors.

The Divine Realm remained a place of singing, dancing, and peaceful prosperity. He removed his battle armor, donned a set of pure white robes, and walked deep into the flower forests. Jie Fanyin traveled by wind for an unknown amount of time before arriving at a silent pool where Narcissus flowers bowed their heads.

He looked at the flowers in the pool, lowered his eyes, and allowed a smile to surface. The passing divine envoys all bowed to him. Jie Fanyin did not respond until a specific set of footsteps sounded. Only then did he withdraw his gaze from the flowers and look toward the newcomer.

“Narcissus Flower Goddess,” Jie Fanyin emphasized the first words heavily, as if chewing on a tough pastry. “Wenren Yi.”

Wenren Yi stopped. She had just returned from the Lotus Pool. After seeing the Mother of Lotus, she felt an indescribable exhaustion and disgust. Seeing Jie Fanyin now, a string in her mind snapped. Her hands curled and tightened uncontrollably, and the impulse to tear something apart attached itself to her soul once more.

The Narcissus Flower Goddess. These words were like a crown of thorns pressed deep into Wenren Yi’s head, draining every drop of blood from her body. She looked at the sword in Jie Fanyin’s hand and clenched her empty palms.

Wenren Yi raised her eyes and said icily, “What business does the God of War have with me?”

Jie Fanyin neither moved nor smiled. His slightly hollow eyes scanned Wenren Yi’s face. After a pause, he said slowly, “There is a matter you need to handle.”

Wenren Yi frowned. She stood opposite Jie Fanyin, the fragile fragrance of Narcissus flowers enveloping her. She stared into his eyes, her brow darkening. “You do not have the right to command me.”

“I do not, but the Heavenly Dao does,” Jie Fanyin replied. “I report directly to the Heavenly Dao. This is its will.”

Wenren Yi had never even seen the Heavenly Dao. She turned to leave, but pale gold threads entwined around her feet, trapping her in place.

Jie Fanyin said, “Forgive me. But you cannot leave.”

Wenren Yi was annoyed, but she had always known how to manage her emotions. She suppressed her instinctive loathing for Jie Fanyin and asked, “What is the matter, exactly?”

“Go to the lower realm and find Wu Zhen,” Jie Fanyin’s lips moved, uttering words Wenren Yi found difficult to grasp. “Or rather, find any traces of Wu Zhen’s existence or where she has walked.”

Was Wu Zhen not long dead? Wenren Yi thought blankly. That masked old god had fallen under the eyes of all the deities, who watched with sorrow, apathy, or secret joy. What did Jie Fanyin mean now?

“You can find her. Start with Taiyin in the lower realm,” Jie Fanyin said calmly. “You may leave at any time.”

“Why do you not go yourself?” Wenren Yi stared at him. “Your divine power is far greater than mine. As you all say, I am merely a minor flower goddess. I have neither the right nor the power.”

Jie Fanyin shook his head. His figure vanished into the wind, leaving Wenren Yi with only a final sentence. “You can find her.”

Wenren Yi stood alone. Her mind was always sharp. After standing silently for a moment, she turned and walked without hesitation toward the Alchemical Hall of the Great Deity Yandan.

Wenren Yi sped through the air, and before long, she threw open the dilapidated doors of the Alchemical Hall. Ignoring the terrified gazes of the small alchemy boys, she ran straight to where Yandan usually refined pills. She slammed the door shut, letting them bang on it in panic from the outside.

Yandan was still half awake, lying on the lounge chair where she always slept. Wenren Yi did not give her a chance to react, pulling her up from the chair by force. “What is my relationship with Wu Zhen?”

Yandan stared at her as if seeing a ghost, unable to speak. Wenren Yi gripped her wrist and suddenly noticed that Yandan had become less frail. The longevity candle on the shrine still flickered, but the previous signs of it being about to extinguish had vanished.

Yandan’s hand rested gently on Wenren Yi’s back, as if trying to soothe her. Wenren Yi felt a shiver as those cold fingers brushed through her hair. It was as if she were seeing Yandan for the first time, and that sense of disgust surged again. “Why do you not answer me?”

“What kind of answer do you want to hear?” Yandan gripped Wenren Yi’s long hair, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to make her frown. “No matter how many times you ask me, I have only one answer. You two have no relationship.”

Wenren Yi gripped Yandan’s wrist, looking at her coldly for several moments before suddenly leaning down to bite the side of her neck. Cold, it was as cold as stagnant water. Yandan slid down in that strange embrace. Wenren Yi was both hateful and angry. She moved her hand from Yandan’s wrist to grip her waist. Yandan tried to kick her and reached for a small alchemy furnace nearby to strike her. Wenren Yi’s head was as hard as a stone. Yandan failed to break it, only to feel Wenren Yi bite her lip hard.

The alchemy furnace was flung far away, shattering instantly.

“Jie Fanyin told me to go to the lower realm to find Wu Zhen,” Wenren Yi said quickly, wiping the blood from her lip where Yandan had bitten her back. “I am leaving now.”

Yandan’s face suddenly turned paper white. Wenren Yi gave her a deep, lingering look before walking out of the hall amidst the even more horrified stares of the alchemy boys.

“Yandan, you no longer need to tell me the answer.”