Transmigrated as the Little Concubine of a Paper-Thin Man - Chapter 1

The sect’s secret treasure was stolen, and the thief fled under the cover of night, leaving no trace behind.

Several inner disciples were ordered to lead the Nether Hounds, which could discern spiritual energy, in pursuit. The hounds, being intelligent, raced along the unfamiliar scent but lost the trail at the foot of Yueling Peak and began running in confused circles. The disciples then gathered at the foot of the mountain, shouting for Zhao Feng to hand over the thief. Zhao Feng, the steward of Yueling Peak, came out and, seeing a group of fierce-looking men and women, assumed they were there to cause trouble and sternly confronted them.

“This place is under the jurisdiction of Immortal Master Lingling, and you are not allowed to be presumptuous.”

Zhou E, the eldest in seniority, glared and threatened, “Stop trying to scare us with Immortal Master Lingling! I think you’re trying to harbor the thief! The loss of the secret treasure is a grave matter. If you delay the recovery, tomorrow your head will roll.”

Zhao Feng’s heart sank. “The people who live here are just ordinary immortal maids. Where would you find the thief you speak of?”

“Ordinary immortal maids?” A male disciple sneered. “I heard that some time ago you offered Immortal Master Lingling many male ‘furnaces’ (male cultivation partners), all of whom were expelled by the Immortal Master. To curry favor with her, have you now switched to female maids?

“Aren’t you just hoping one of them can climb into the Immortal Master’s bed and bring you along for the ride to glory?”

The commotion here was too loud, and the immortal maids had long been alarmed, secretly gathering at the courtyard gate to listen. Upon hearing the man’s words, some blushed with shyness, some held their heads high with self-satisfaction, but only Shi Yunjii, hiding at the back of the crowd, wore a complicated expression.

She had never imagined that the first thing she would have to do after transmigrating into this world was to seduce a complete stranger she had never met.

Outside the courtyard, Zhao Feng’s face was cold, but his tongue was tied. “Nonsense, sheer nonsense!”

“It is precisely because you hire indiscriminately that you have invited the thief into the house,” Zhou E seized the opportunity to demand. “Put aside your crime for the moment. I want you to call out all those immortal maids for interrogation right now.”

In terms of status, Zhao Feng, as the steward of a peak, was slightly higher than these inner disciples. The hot-blooded inner disciples wouldn’t give him any leeway, and he didn’t plan to show them any mercy either. He flicked his sleeve and simply said, “If you want to search Yueling Peak, you need the consent of Immortal Master Lingling or the Sect Master. If there is nothing else, please excuse me, as I do not have the time to entertain you.”

Having said that, he turned to leave, ignoring the curses of the people behind him.

Seeing Zhao Feng’s defiance, the immortal maids all breathed a sigh of relief. But before they could fully relax, they saw a white-robed immortal flying from a distant peak. Zhao Feng’s expression instantly changed upon seeing the arrival. He dared not delay, returned, and bowed, “Good morning, Immortal Maiden Huashu.”

Huashu was the head of the inner disciples, possessing extraordinary beauty and formidable cultivation, and was highly regarded within the sect. But this was not the main reason Zhao Feng was so respectful—Huashu’s other identity was the legitimate daughter of the Flying Immortal Sect Master.

She landed and, after learning the whole story, made the same demand. This time, Zhao Feng bowed and cupped his hands, not daring to ask a single question, and immediately replied, “As you command.”

Half an hour later, all seven immortal maids in the courtyard appeared. A disciple led the hounds to sniff them one by one, but found no anomalies.

Shi Yunjii quietly sighed in relief. She looked up and met the gaze of a woman in front of her. The woman had a pair of charming fox-like eyes and smiled at her. Shi Yunjii was confused and politely returned a smile.

The matter was not yet over.

Seeing the hounds were useless, Zhou E began to question everyone about their whereabouts last night. Shi Yunjii stood at the end of the line. By the time it was her turn, Huashu had already caught two immortal maids who stammered and couldn’t explain themselves clearly. Huashu coldly looked at Shi Yunjii and asked the same question: “Where were you last night?”

Shi Yunjii suffered from mutism, a psychological disorder. Even after transmigrating into a new body, she still couldn’t speak. Facing the interrogation, she could only shake her head anxiously and point to her throat to indicate she could not reply.

“Mute?” Huashu frowned.

“That’s not right…” Zhao Feng on the side also looked at Shi Yunjii in confusion. “Didn’t she speak before? How is she mute now?”

Shi Yunjii smiled guiltily.

She had only transmigrated into this body last night. She thought she was certain to die after a serious car accident, but unexpectedly, her soul entered a void space. There, she met another soul that looked eight or nine-tenths similar to herself. The soul promised to send her back to the real world safely, but she needed to help complete an unfulfilled wish. Just as Shi Yunjii wanted to ask for details, a powerful suction force suddenly appeared, she lost consciousness, and when she woke up again, she was in this strange world.

The original owner of this body was called Yunjii, only one character different from Shi Yunjii’s name. Yunjii was originally the daughter of the Sect Master of a minor immortal sect. After her family suffered betrayal by a villain, she was forced to flee and came to the Flying Immortal Sect seeking a turning point. But something seemed to have happened last night, pushing Yunjii to a dead end. In utter despair, she used her family’s secret treasure to activate a forbidden technique, summoning Shi Yunjii, this isolated soul from another world, at the cost of her own life.

Regardless, Shi Yunjii was very grateful to the other party for saving her life, but immediately felt deeply ashamed—she did not believe that she, who was powerless, could help Yunjii fulfill her wish for revenge.

Just like now, although she knew she was innocent, her legs were still weak facing the imposing Huashu and her group.

Huashu, seeing her like this, sneered, “Search her.”

The immortal maid with the fox-like eyes stepped in front of Shi Yunjii and pleaded, “Immortal Maiden, Yunjii was assigned to clean the pavilion halfway up the mountain last night and did not leave Yueling Peak. Steward Zhao knows this as well.”

Huashu ignored her. “Move aside.”

The maid seemed frightened and trembled as she fell onto Shi Yunjii. Shi Yunjii helped her up and gave her a grateful look. From the original owner’s memory, she realized the two were not familiar at all, and the original owner hadn’t even remembered the other’s name. Yet, only this girl stood up for her in a crisis. Even though it didn’t have much effect, Shi Yunjii was still thankful.

Soon, the immortal maid was pulled away, and two female disciples thoroughly searched Shi Yunjii, finding nothing amiss.

Just when Shi Yunjii thought she had survived this ordeal, a few words from Huashu struck her like an ice bolt: “Take those two maids who couldn’t explain their whereabouts, and this mute, back for strict interrogation.”

The faces of the three people mentioned instantly turned pale. Shi Yunjii looked at Zhao Feng for help, but saw the steward retract his neck—although he looked unwilling, he dared not defy Huashu.

The mountains stretched in a scorched green, and birds were rare. It was almost noon, and there was not even a trace of wind at the foot of Yueling Peak. The sunlight overhead was scorching, branding the skin through the gaps in the leaves, and every breath was filled with restless heat.

Shi Yunjii was pressed forward by the person behind her, staggering with every step.

The turning point happened at this very moment.

In an inadvertent moment, a sudden coolness descended. She first heard a crisp, pleasant sound of bells, and then a piece of white skirt appeared in her field of vision.

Huashu, who was walking beside her, suddenly quickened her pace and trotted forward, calling out the name “Yanling.”

Hearing these two characters, Shi Yunjii was somewhat lost. She didn’t know which two characters Huashu’s “Yanling” referred to, only feeling a coincidence—a little girl she had raised for many years also had the name “Yanling.”

That was before she transmigrated.

At that time, Seeking Immortals was a popular character-raising mobile game in China. Players, acting as “God,” could choose any character in the game to cultivate, from the talented Senior Disciple of a sect to a filthy little beggar on the roadside. As long as the player was willing to provide resources and opportunities, they could help the character achieve the grand ambition of ascending to immortality.

Shi Yunjii was one of the first players to get into the game, but initially, she was uninterested after browsing through a few popular characters and had already planned to uninstall the game.

Perhaps it was some kind of serendipity. Before exiting, she accidentally discovered a little girl with a miserable background. At that time, she happened to have a free steamed bun left in her backpack, so she casually gave it away.

In Seeking Immortals, the player itself had no physical image and was an existence similar to “Heaven’s Dao.” A gift from the player, in the character’s worldview, was equivalent to a merciful gift from Heaven’s Dao.

But the little girl, upon receiving the bun that fell from the sky, actually looked up and softly thanked the empty air.

Shi Yunjii was somewhat stunned. She opened the character profile card and saw the two characters: [Yanling].

She stayed for Yanling, and from then on, she worked and spent incessantly, devoting all her time outside of work to the game, single-handedly pulling her little girl from a family outcast to the number one figure in the immortal world. After a few years, Yanling, a character in a game, had clearly become a certain spiritual sustenance for Shi Yunjii.

Unfortunately, just after Yanling was revered as a distinguished guest by the number one sect in the game world—the Flying Immortal Sect—Shi Yunjii met with an accident in reality. Now, having just transmigrated and encountered an undeserved calamity, a sudden sense of helplessness that she might never see her little Yanling again rose in Shi Yunjii’s heart. Of course, this feeling was fleeting. The current situation was not yet clear, and she was more worried about her own life.

Huashu walked toward the white-robed woman, but was forced to stop by the other party’s gaze when she was still five or six steps away.

The white-robed woman spoke, her voice clear and cool, carrying the unmelting chill from a snowy mountain peak: “What is this commotion?”

Upon hearing these words, everyone around shivered. Shi Yunjii clearly felt that the inner disciple holding her from behind was almost unable to stand firm, and the grip on her shoulder had weakened.

She didn’t know what these people were afraid of, only that the white-robed woman’s voice was pleasant to listen to, carrying a hint of inexplicable familiarity.

Huashu briefly explained the situation and stated that she intended to take the three suspects back for investigation.

“The hounds found no anomaly. Can you convict people based on your mere speculation?”

Huashu bit her lip: “A thief daring to infiltrate the sect to steal must have some means. I suspect they can conceal their spiritual energy, making the hounds unable to detect them.”

The white-robed woman bypassed her: “I don’t want to hear your conjectures. If you want to take people from Yueling Peak, provide evidence.”

Huashu tried to pull her sleeve but was avoided by the other party. Huashu stomped her foot in urgency and asked, “Yanling… are you going to turn against me for three humble maids?”

“Humble maids?” The white-robed woman stopped in front of Shi Yunjii.

Shi Yunjii was a little nervous. She dared not move, keeping her head lowered, her gaze fixed on the other party’s pristine white skirt. The next moment, the restraint behind her vanished, and her chin was lifted by the person in front of her.

The instant she met those eyes, she clearly felt a thread in her mind snap, emitting a soul-stirring hum.

The person before her was undoubtedly her Yanling.

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