Transmigration! The System Wants Me to Pursue the Abstinent Senior Sister - Chapter 78
The term “Sumeru Mustard Seed” originates from Buddhist terminology and has since evolved into the highest-grade storage tool. Although Luo Yunhuan hadn’t read many cultivation novels, she was familiar with this basic concept.
Ordinary storage pouches couldn’t hold living beings; at most, they could store low-intelligence creatures like fish or frogs.
But the Sumeru Mustard Seed was different. Not only could it contain living beings, but it could also conceal oneself within it.
Some cultivators with peculiar tastes even raised entire dynasties inside their Sumeru Mustard Seeds, much like keeping ants, simply to observe the rise and fall of a civilization.
Once a person attained supreme power, they tended to view everything with detachment, as they had already achieved everything, much like how the children of the wealthy seldom cared deeply about money.
However, Luo Yunhuan exchanged for the Sumeru Mustard Seed simply to avoid having her belongings stolen.
The cultivation world was rife with thieves. What if someone used a divine stealing technique to puncture her storage pouch? All her possessions would be lost.
But such troubles didn’t exist with a high-grade item like the Sumeru Mustard Seed. The golden bell hanging at her waist emitted no aura, and anyone unaware would mistake it for a mere ornament.
Moreover, once bound by a drop of blood, it would remain with its owner forever. Even if stolen, it would automatically return.
Ordinary individuals, unless they possessed power beyond the Nascent Soul stage, would find it nearly impossible to break the seal of a Sumeru Mustard Seed.
And this one, obtained through a triple draw as a golden legendary item from the system, was even more impervious, it would require at least the power of a Void Refinement expert or higher to crack.
Luo Yunhuan twirled the golden bell triumphantly. The golden bead spun inside the intricately carved, hollow sphere, emitting a series of crisp, melodious chimes.
She stored all the dual cultivation manuals and tools she had bought inside it, ensuring that even her eldest senior sister couldn’t sneak a peek.
After leaving the Myriad Treasure Pavilion, Luo Yunhuan found a quiet inn and booked a superior room. She had the waiter bring some signature dishes and a pot of fine, fragrant tea.
Eagerly, she opened the reward for the hidden mission issued by the system.
Though called a reward, it didn’t offer anything materially useful it merely revealed the origins of her eldest senior sister.
The system delivered a video, which Luo Yunhuan found much better than text, sparing her the effort of reading word by word.
Luo Yunhuan pressed play.
The video began with a celestial palace shrouded in misty clouds. The Demon King, allied with the Monster King, sought to seize the celestial river of the heavenly court and absorb its divine power.
A man clad in white armor stood at the apex of the rushing celestial river, holding a long spear adorned with white tassels beneath its tip.
Luo Yunhuan’s eyes widened instantly not because she was swooning over a handsome man (she had no particular interest in good looks), but because this man bore a striking resemblance to Qin Yiqiu!
What followed was a dazzling battle, condensed into just a few seconds. It seemed this conflict was merely the prelude, not the main event.
Luo Yunhuan patiently continued watching. The once-imposing man in white robes was clearly overpowered by the Demon King and Monster King.
He was drenched in blood, his face bruised purple and blue, beaten to a pulp.
He plummeted from the heavens at high speed, falling from the immortal realm to the mortal world, flattening a mountain peak upon impact. It was a snow-capped mountain, triggering countless avalanches.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but the flattened mountain peak had begun to accumulate snow. A woman dressed in bear skin, carrying a medicine basket filled with snow lotus flowers, slowly ascended the leveled snow-capped mountain.
The woman discovered a large patch of snow lotus flowers growing in the hollows of the mountain and, overjoyed, immediately stumbled toward the pit.
She carefully set down her basket and began picking the flowers, but gradually, she noticed something unusual.
The snow lotus flowers grew more luxuriantly the deeper she went, especially the small cluster at the center of the pit, which were over ten years old.
If she could harvest those few flowers, they would fetch a higher price than all the snow lotuses in her basket combined.
Without hesitation, she carefully navigated around the other snow lotus flowers and made her way to the center of the pit.
Just as she was about to pick the flowers, taking only the blossoms and being careful not to damage the roots, as that would prevent them from growing again the following year, her hand had barely touched the pristine white petals when the flower began to tremble violently. A hand emerged from the cluster of flowers and tightly grasped her wrist.
The woman was startled and tried to scream, but her mouth was covered by another hand, caked with mud.
“Don’t scream, or you’ll cause an avalanche!”
Luo Yunhuan finally understood who these two people were could they be her senior sister’s parents?
As she had guessed, the two were indeed Qin Yiqiu’s biological parents. The abundance of snow lotus flowers had flourished because of the blood of the Celestial Realm’s War God.
The woman brought the man back to her home, tended to his wounds, cooked for him, and washed his clothes.
Luo Yunhuan found the story rather clichéd, but considering the book wasn’t exactly high literature, it made sense.
She had initially thought the story would end with the Celestial War God having to return to the upper realm, leaving the woman behind.
But the tone took a sharp turn. After a few months of recuperation, the two had developed hidden feelings for each other.
Faced with the woman who had offered herself to him, the Celestial War God did not refuse. However, just a few months after their intimacy, he received a summons from the Heavenly Court.
Previously, due to his unconscious state, the summons had sounded multiple times to no avail. This time, the man was awake and had no choice but to return to the Celestial Realm.
Otherwise, he would lose his position as the War God.
The woman, unwilling to let him go, clung to his leg, begging him not to ascend to the upper realm.
“Let go!”
Even faced with a pregnant woman, the man showed no kindness. As the War God, he lacked nothing and cared little for a mere mortal woman. He had merely used her as a tool to care for him while he was injured in the mortal realm.
“No, don’t leave! I need you, and the child needs you!”
The woman’s voice broke into sobs, no different from any other lovestruck woman heartbroken over a breakup.
“I said let go! Protecting the Celestial Court is my duty. I cannot stay for the sake of personal attachments.”
The man summoned a spear in his hand and swung it forward abruptly. The woman cried out in pain, covering her eyes, and had no choice but to release her grip. She watched as the man floated into the clouds, disappearing from sight forever.
The woman was blinded. The tribespeople living in the snow-capped mountains pointed fingers at her, but she still gave birth to the child in her dilapidated hut.
The child’s ice-blue eyes were as clear and bright as crystal.
Unfortunately, the woman could not see her eyes had been gouged out by her own lover.
“This is the child you bore from your affair with an outsider. We cannot let her live.”
The elder of the Snow Tribe entered the dilapidated hut, his tone dripping with disdain, clearly unwilling to accept a child of mixed heritage.
For generations, the Snow Tribe had only married within their own kind. Even unions with members of other tribes required passing numerous trials, let alone a child fathered by some outsider.
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