Wanxi Rebirth - Chapter 105

Because of the commotion caused by the entanglement of the two clans’ cultivators, Yue Tingxi was ordered by Qing Wu to stay in the Baichuan Alliance dormitory.

Even though her cultivation level now far surpassed Qing Wu’s, Yue Tingxi still obediently followed her instructions, staying in the dorm with Qin Suoliu and going nowhere else.

She understood clearly that the people of Qing Yu Mountain had never been weak or in need of her protection. Instead, because of her status as “family,” she received Qing Wu’s heartfelt guardianship.

But resting wasn’t so bad. She and Qin Suoliu hadn’t had a proper chance to relax for a long time.

It was early spring now. Yue Tingxi revealed her true demonic form, coiled in a circle, letting the young lady lean against her to bask in the sun.

No one paid much attention to the commotion below in the mountains. After all, there were forces among both humans and demons that disliked them. Whoever it was, if things escalated, Chuiyin and Xiezhi would deal with it.

Qin Suoliu rested against her undulating snake body, unable to resist rubbing her belly.

It tickled, and Yue Tingxi nudged her head away. “What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking about things you wouldn’t allow…”

“Don’t you dare!” Yue Tingxi immediately shrank away, quietly muttering, “Might as well think about whether to have a little snake in the future…”

Although Qin Chuhan was nominally their daughter, ever since seeing the young Qing Yu person, Yue Tingxi had inexplicably developed the urge to raise a little one from scratch, naturally thinking about creating a snake egg.

But even if they truly decided to raise a little snake, it would have to be after dispersing their souls and returning. Otherwise, if they left, the little snake would be left behind in the past, helpless and pitiful.

“You want me to carry it, then I will.” Qin Suoliu said.

“…You’re really strange.” Yue Tingxi nudged her with her head. “After all the suffering you’ve endured, how could I bear to let you carry it?”

“You make it sound like your life has been all smooth sailing.” Qin Suoliu snorted lightly and took the opportunity to hug the snake head, gently patting it. “I want to see those memories.”

Yue Tingxi had never really wanted her to view the past reincarnation memories. Since the decisive battle, there had always been matters to attend to, so she kept postponing it. But now, it seemed she couldn’t avoid it.

Sighing helplessly, she first protected Qin Suoliu’s soul, then casually selected a reincarnation memory and entered it together.

It was a reincarnation with a “forced marriage” segment.

Lan Chaoyao had used another mission tool to turn her into a motionless “wooden puppet,” forcing her to marry him at Qingxu Sect.

But just as he went out to toast the guests, a figure in red with a fox mask—Qin Suoliu—burst into the chamber and directly rescued Yue Tingxi.

This reincarnation of Yue Tingxi had no memory of past lives and didn’t recognize Qin Suoliu. She felt as if she had been transferred from the tiger’s den into a wolf’s nest.

And Qin Suoliu didn’t bring her back to the Qin family, instead heading to the Linlong Pavilion in Xuanjing City.

There, she rented a discreet “Ground” room and carefully tended to Yue Tingxi, who was under the control of the mission tool.

“Do not be afraid. I am Awu. Do you remember me? Twenty years ago, you saved me at Xishan.” She gently caressed Yue Tingxi’s face.

Yue Tingxi felt her heart turn cold.

After all, another child she had saved had, without question, abducted her down the mountain.

Now this one… she didn’t know what the child would have become after twenty years, or if she too had grown crooked.

“I’ll find a way to restore your freedom, and bring you back to Xishan.” Qin Suoliu smoothed her slightly messy hair and began removing the hair ornaments that felt like shackles.

Soon it was the turn of the wedding attire.

She sighed softly, “Excuse me,” stripping Yue Tingxi down to thin underclothes, and helped her lie on the bed.

“You don’t know how much I wanted to see you in a wedding dress…” Yue Tingxi heard her murmuring, “But absolutely not like this.”

Then what did she mean?

Yue Tingxi had long forgotten if she had ever told this child before: she had always focused on cultivation, with no time for love, and would never allow anyone to make her wear a wedding dress.

She was even a little angry, feeling that the other had no sense of boundaries—how could she immediately bring this up upon seeing her, offending a demon without knowing it!

Once freed from the strange spell on her body, she would surely reveal her demonic form, entwine the person, and scold her.

That Qin Suoliu hadn’t received much favor from the World Consciousness in that lifetime. She had to rely on her own experience and memories from past reincarnations to find ways to remove the mission tool’s influence.

Yue Tingxi could only quietly watch.

Qin Suoliu didn’t always stay in the room. Occasionally, she went out, returning hours later, sometimes carrying the faint but still detectable smell of blood.

She brought Yue Tingxi various foods, almost all of her favorite flavors. If Yue Tingxi looked longingly at something, Qin Suoliu would blink at her and find a way to feed her.

Yue Tingxi wanted to ask why she didn’t take her back to Xishan. But then she thought of that scoundrel who had abducted her under Qing Yu Mountain’s nose. Now, all the sects knew that Qingxu Sect’s master had a new bride. If Qin Suoliu had taken her back, that scoundrel might have pursued them, claiming to enter the mountain in search of her, bringing disaster to Xishan.

So, their days went by peacefully but repetitively.

Yue Tingxi also tried to break the restraints on her body, but for some reason, she couldn’t even find the source of her own bondage.

Qin Suoliu tried various elixirs and even risked transferring her own spiritual power to Yue Tingxi, but when she saw blood at Yue Tingxi’s lips, she immediately stopped.

Half a year passed without progress.

The only advancement was that Yue Tingxi gradually felt she was getting to know the grown Qin Suoliu.

This child seemed to have suffered great setbacks or changes. She was usually dull and gloomy, only stepping out of that state when facing Yue Tingxi directly.

What had happened? Family upheaval? Death of loved ones? Or… had her promised partner changed?

At that time, Yue Tingxi didn’t know that Qin Suoliu had no feelings for Lan Chaoyao. She had only assumed matters based on what the guests, disciples, and attendants at Qingxu Sect said, knowing that the two had been betrothed since childhood.

No matter how wildly she speculated, she couldn’t share her worries with Qin Suoliu.

Then, one late night, Yue Tingxi was abruptly awakened by a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Qin Suoliu, dressed in red, nearly collapsed onto the bed. Half of the inside of her fox mask was covered in blood, and before she could steady herself, she vomited heavily, clutching the bedside table.

Yue Tingxi’s eyes widened. She instinctively wanted to sit up and check on her, but her body still wouldn’t obey.

“I… might not make it through tonight, Sister Tingxi…”

The weak Qin Suoliu leaned against her pillow, barely holding on. “I can’t leave you alone… so… I thought of a method… one last gamble…”

She placed her hand over Yue Tingxi’s dantian, transferring her remaining spiritual power into her.

Because their spiritual attributes were opposite, excruciating pain surged through Yue Tingxi’s body, spreading to every limb.

But Yue Tingxi understood her intent—Qin Suoliu wanted to try using this incompatible spiritual power to break the shackles binding her.

Pain repeatedly assaulted her soul. She fainted multiple times and vomited blood countless times. When she felt she could endure no longer, she suddenly sensed something silently snap.

And then, she was free.

“Success! Awu!” Yue Tingxi cried out in joy, grabbing the person before her.

But the child’s body slipped down, limp and powerless.

Yue Tingxi couldn’t believe Qin Suoliu had died just like that.

She placed the girl’s cold body in the inner chamber of her cave, then returned to Xishan overnight to find Qing Yu Mountain’s people.

But she was denied hope, told “death is irreversible.”

Seeing her clutching the stiff body, as if she had lost her soul, Qing Wu sighed, pitying her. “If you wish to avenge her, take a Pure Soul Pill and trace her memories.”

Yue Tingxi didn’t bury Qin Suoliu. She asked Qing Wu for a cold-ice box and placed it on her stone bed, just as Qin Suoliu had accompanied her in life.

Then she consumed a spiritual medicine and probed all of Qin Suoliu’s memories.

—“Not this time.”

Beyond the memories, Qin Suoliu voluntarily withdrew her soul, shaking her head.

Yue Tingxi hurriedly reminded her: “Most of these experiences are like this: either you die, or I do.”

Qin Suoliu tightly embraced her, flicking her fox tail over Yue Tingxi’s mouth to prevent her from saying another word about death.

“Still, I want to see them.” Yue Tingxi insisted. “Such painful memories shouldn’t be remembered by only one of us.”

“Next time, okay?” Qin Suoliu replied. Yue Tingxi gently moved the fox tail aside, coaxing her warmly. “We’ve suffered enough today, let’s not view them.”

She even turned her soul into a demonic form, holding Qin Suoliu’s soul in her mouth, discouraging her from continuing.

“Can we disperse our souls together?” Qin Suoliu suddenly asked.

“Don’t separate before or after.”

“Why make such a strange agreement…” Yue Tingxi frowned but agreed, “Fine. We’ll disperse our souls together.”

“After returning, I’ll come to Xishan to find you?” Qin Suoliu asked.

“I could come to Kongming Mountain Villa to find you.”

“No. We need to confirm. Otherwise, we’ll miss each other.”

Yue Tingxi considered it. “Then let’s go to Miss Lan? Qingxu Sect is close to both Xishan and Qin family… uh, and the villa.”

Seeing the young lady agree, Qin Suoliu felt a little helpless.

When people and demons are free, they always think about such strange matters of the future.

Over the next six months, Qin Suoliu gradually finished reviewing the 79 reincarnation memories.

As Yue Tingxi had said, it was either death or despair.

The World Consciousness repeatedly adjusted their memory retention, sometimes allowing them to remember past events, sometimes completely erasing memories so they would start over without hatred, often ending with almost no interaction.

By the end, Qin Suoliu felt her soul and mindset had leveled up—her tolerance and patience had grown.

With time to spare, she opened a small realm within her own soul, immersing herself and Yue Tingxi in it, repeatedly simulating the beginnings and events of past reincarnation memories—but removing all the invading tools.

When Yue Tingxi finally discovered this small realm during a joint soul cultivation, Qin Suoliu had already simulated up to the 41st reincarnation.

That was the one where Xi Sheng decided to give up saving the world by her own power.

After removing the interference of the “mission tools,” the 41st simulation produced a universally happy ending.

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