Wanxi Rebirth - Chapter 100

Qingwu immediately sensed that something had entered her room.

However, she could not see the intruder—she only knew their exact location.

…Was this some kind of high-level illusion?

Thinking that none of the mountain’s demons would dare play such a trick on her, Qingwu’s expression darkened. She was about to coldly question the intruder when a gentle silver-gray light appeared, revealing a woman with black hair wearing a water-colored robe.

Yue Tingxi had thought for a long time before deciding to meet Qingyu Mountain’s inhabitant in her current form.

At this time, Qingyu Mountain’s resident had no bond with her. Yet merely seeing her would leave a trace of causality—no matter if hundreds or thousands of years passed, what she was about to say would leave a deep impression in Qingwu’s memory.

The only complication… she was not truly a deity and had personal motives.

“My name is Yue Tingxi. I am an important family member of yours in the future.”

She stepped forward and handed over the governance principles of Qingning City she had “copied” earlier, along with information on the Tongyou Masters gifted later by Chuiyin, to Qingwu.

“I have returned from the period of conflict between humans and demons. I cannot stay long, so I can only pass on some experience from great cultivators of the Mahāyāna stage. I hope…”

Looking into Qingwu’s bewildered eyes, she paused. “I hope they will never need to be used.”

If they were needed, it would mean renewed conflict between the two races and the unchecked rise of the Tongyou Masters.

Regardless, it is better to know in advance how to prevent such events.

After receiving the spiritual papers, Qingwu regained her composure and studied Yue Tingxi carefully.

“What exactly happened during that period?” Qingwu asked. “Since you claim to be my family, was it I who sent you back… or… am I dead?”

To prevent misunderstanding, she added, “If I were still alive, I wouldn’t think such critical information and a difficult journey would be entrusted to a family member.”

Yue Tingxi explained using the memory of another version of herself. After a few moments of silence, Qingwu nodded: “In that future, you died in the battle at Xishan.”

She noticed Qingwu frowning.

A familiar female voice suddenly came from outside. Yue Tingxi recognized it as a long-time ally of Qingyu Mountain, though she had secluded herself and entered a closed cultivation state when Yue Tingxi last remembered.

Before the female demon could enter the room, Yue Tingxi quickly handed Qingwu the token engraved with “Qingning” and her own ink jade pendant.

“If something happens at Xishan, you can request help from this Transcendent Demon. I am acquainted with her, and as long as you give my name, she will come to assist.”

After leaving the name of the token’s owner, she instantly teleported away.

Following her plan, she ascended Youhuang Mountain.

At this time, Youhuang Mountain was still unclaimed, overgrown with lush plants, rich in spiritual energy, and filled with mystical beasts.

Clusters of green bamboo lined paths carved by the beasts, leading to springs and towering ancient trees.

Originally, in the future, this mountain belonged to the Yuqiong Sect. Now, they would establish their own sect here.

Stone-bricked roads, halls, pavilions, training grounds, and alchemy rooms—all essential facilities of a proper sect—were constructed.

Once settled and after negotiating coexistence terms with the “original residents,” the remaining task was to recruit disciples and teach Qin family sword techniques.

Fortunately, during the ancient era, sects were not as numerous as in the later age, and both humans and demons had children needing temporary shelter.

Yue Tingxi retrieved her original body from the ice chamber inside the inner sanctuary and lent it to Qin Suoliu.

Thus, they became the founding ancestors of the sect, naming it Kongming Villa—both to hope that future disciples of the Qin family could remain pure and clear as the moon and water, and to pay tribute to Lan Kongming of the future.

Six months later, Qin Suoliu began teaching the first batch of adopted children swordsmanship.

The Qin family sword techniques were of pure fire element, which she could not demonstrate using Yue Tingxi’s water-element body. She could only establish the basics for the children and urgently calculate feasible methods.

Yue Tingxi initially wanted to create a fire-element body for her, but Qin Suoliu warned: [This interferes with the laws, and you will incur heavenly punishment!]

So Yue Tingxi resorted to slowly carving a human-shaped puppet from Thunderwood, converting her spiritual energy, and infusing it into the puppet.

In this way, Qin Suoliu could control the puppet to demonstrate fire-element sword techniques for the children.

By the sixth year of Kongming Villa, the flower Shuo Han, nurtured under their guidance and bathed in spiritual energy and divine power, had grown into a humanoid form appearing around fifteen or sixteen years old.

This flower, inherently fire-element, had been fed with the spiritual energy of Mahāyāna-stage demons before traveling with them, ensuring a solid foundation and early intelligence. Using Qin Suoliu’s words, she was perfect to inherit the Qin family sword techniques.

“You will eventually leave this era to continue averting future disasters, but the newly established Kongming Villa needs a guardian.”

Shuo Han, newly transformed, and still recovering, suggested this to them: staying here would reduce their losses, and she enjoyed this place.

For naturally inclined-to-nature demons, especially plant and flower spirits, having a whole mountain filled with spiritual energy as a residence was a dream come true.

Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu did not expect this and were momentarily stunned.

[We should at least stay until this batch of children grows capable of standing on their own.] Qin Suoliu finally said. [No problem, a decade or two is still manageable.]

According to her calculations, the next disaster would occur a thousand years later—a long time from now. Given their attachment to the flower and children, and with sufficient divine power, they were unwilling to leave too soon.

She gave Shuo Han many possible names, even suggesting surnames—the Qin family only needed to pass on “virtue” and sword techniques; the surname of the ruler was inconsequential.

Eventually, the flower chose Qin Chuhan.

Considering her spiritual stage and comprehension, Qin Suoliu directly transmitted the sword manual through memory.

Within three months, Qin Chuhan fully mastered the Qin family sword techniques, replacing the Thunderwood puppet and personally teaching the children.

Yue Tingxi taught the children not proficient in swordsmanship or non-fire-element types her lifetime knowledge, also learning medical techniques from Lin Fengqing’s memories and passing those on.

No matter the skill, they could help each other during disasters instead of helplessly watching.

Days flowed peacefully, almost as if time itself had paused.

“Sometimes, I feel as if those future events were just a dream,” Yue Tingxi said one Mid-Autumn Festival while sitting with Qin Suoliu on a treehouse platform.

“But the power of allies and the memories of important people reside in me. They constantly remind me that I cannot truly stay in the past. I must hurry to the future.”

She could not allow the peaceful world to turn into a horrific vision from her memory.

By the twelfth year, Kongming Villa received an unexpected visitor.

Yue Tingxi did not expect to see Qingwu again.

What she had to tell Qingwu had already been conveyed twelve years earlier; now, Qingwu did not recognize her, so there was no need for excessive interaction.

Over a decade apart, the young Qingyu Mountain resident had grown in cultivation, her ears no longer pointed, and her demeanor steady.

“I was traveling when I heard about a new sect that accepts qualified humans and demons as disciples. I didn’t expect you to have founded it,” Qingwu said in surprise.

“Yes, but we will not stay long in this era.” Qin Suoliu personally brought tea and snacks. “Once the first disciples grow up, we will leave.”

Qingwu thanked her politely, noting the subtle intensity in the eye contact between Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu. She could not help but ask, “If Tingxi is my family, then… who are you to her?”

“Spouse.” Qin Suoliu replied solemnly before Yue Tingxi could speak. “We married at Xishan, held a wedding, and held a banquet.”

Qingwu’s gaze sharpened.

Now that Qin Suoliu’s essence was a system, she could tell from her soul state that it had been purified—no matter the millennia, Qingwu’s observation would see nothing impure.

Qingwu stayed a full month, already familiar with Qin Chuhan and the children.

“If there are accidents in the future, contact me with this.” Before leaving, she gave Qin Chuhan a token modeled after the Leaf Token.

She also gave Yue Tingxi a gray, earthy meteorite: “I discovered this in the Xianshui Secret Realm. It is extraordinary, though I could not find anyone in the cultivation world capable of properly forging it. Consider it a gift.”

Before Yue Tingxi could decline, she asked: “In the future, if I encounter a little one who resembles you, may I give her your name?”

The concept of “family” was unfamiliar to Qingwu, who had grown like jade and stone.

Only now did she realize Yue Tingxi might become her future child—though not from her and a demon, likely a small being born from concentrated spiritual energy at Xishan.

Yue Tingxi was moved by her words and nodded: “Sure! I love the name you’ve chosen.”

Seeing Qingwu nearly smile, she left with a strange expression.

With only a few years before they would leave, Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu went to Youhuang Mountain’s underground forging fire pit, opening the meteorite encased in impurities.

They stared silently at the interwoven bronze and gold minerals.

“…Let’s use this to recreate Xie Zhi. She even provided detailed schematics for forging her original form,” Yue Tingxi decided. “This way, the villa will have two guardians. At the very least, the meteorite can withstand my divine power and Xie Zhi’s memories. Restoring her to her original cultivation is just a matter of time.”

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