Wanxi Rebirth - Chapter 108

All things possess spirit. Under certain conditions and in specific regions, they can gather spiritual energy, transform, and become demons.

Before the gathered demons, a female figure began to take shape—she was formed from the mist of the spirit pool.

“She’s somewhat similar to me,” Qingwu said. “When her intelligence awakened, the transformation from inanimate object to demon was already complete.”

No wonder her future self failed to recognize Lan Kongming’s demonic identity. Such demons originate from the spiritual energy of the world and are favored by Heaven; whether in body or spirit, they can almost perfectly mimic what they wish.

The humanoid spirit mist soon stepped out of the pool. From head to toe, she appeared white and hazy, without taking on a fully solid human form.

She walked slowly toward the demons, looking around curiously as if taking in everything.

Qin Suoliu instinctively stepped forward.

After rewinding time, she hadn’t seen her mother for over ten years.

Although she wanted to rush forward and leap into her mother’s embrace, she feared the confused gaze of someone unfamiliar. She took only one step, then retreated, her eyes quietly fixed on the spirit mist, observing every movement.

“Does she have clothes?” a female demon asked.

“Maybe we should first find her a place to live. She can’t really stay in the spirit pool.”

“Can she eat? I’ll bring some local specialties!”

Faced with the demons’ excited chatter, the spirit mist stopped, seeming a little unsure.

At that moment, Qin Suoliu inexplicably felt that it was looking at her.

The next moment, the mist suddenly dispersed, transforming into strands of flowing light that wove through the nearly encircling demons. After several passes, it finally reformed beside Qin Suoliu.

Surprised, Qin Suoliu, gathering courage she didn’t know she had, held her mother’s hand.

“I, along with Lingjian, will take care of her.”

After saying this to the demons, Yue Tingxi activated her teleportation skill at the right moment, transporting herself and the mother-daughter pair to their resting chamber.

Once away from the others, the spirit mist seemed to relax. On Qin Suoliu’s prompting, it sat opposite her.

“Do you… have a name?” Yue Tingxi asked.

The spirit mist shook her head but could understand their words.

“May I name you ‘Lan’?” Qin Suoliu asked. “Lan means mountain mist.”

Seeing the spirit mist nod without hesitation, she smiled. As she pondered how to introduce herself to her future mother, the white mist suddenly dispersed.

Before her appeared a young girl with flowing black hair, draped in a light white robe. Her features bore a striking resemblance to Qin Suoliu’s disguised appearance, though she looked younger—around twelve or thirteen.

Could this be… the newborn Lan Kongming?

Qin Suoliu was stunned for a long moment before calming herself and pouring tea for her mother.

Having simulated countless alternate worlds, she knew that even without her intervention, her mother would eventually take this form after her own experiences.

After all, the mother is the cause, and the daughter is the effect.

Lan Kongming eagerly took a sip of the hot tea, spitting out a little as the taste surprised her, though her gaze remained fixed on the steaming surface.

Yue Tingxi, holding back a smile, added small ice spheres to the tea to cool it down using her water spiritual energy.

The newly birthed Lan Kongming could understand their conversation but hadn’t yet learned to speak. She was quiet most of the time, responding with nods, shakes of the head, or blinking—earning the nickname “little mute” from Xie Zhi.

When Qingwu first heard this nickname, she didn’t consider her role as a partner and gave Xie Zhi a thorough beating.

During Xie Zhi’s punishment, Qin Suoliu began hand-teaching Lan Kongming to speak, read, circulate her spiritual energy, and practice sword techniques.

As expected, her mother had chosen to cultivate a pure fire spiritual root for herself.

Lan Kongming appeared to enjoy the Qin family sword techniques. Because her demonic body originated from the world’s spiritual energy, once she formed a spiritual root and understood the principles of energy circulation, she immersed herself in the sword manuals with great passion.

She would read until exhausted, then carefully put away the manual and lie down to rest. Often, Qin Chuhan would carry her back to her room.

Seven days later, Lan Kongming, dressed in simple training robes, completed an entire set of Qin family sword techniques before Qin Suoliu and Qin Chuhan.

Qin Chuhan clapped, genuinely impressed. She understood that this “Lan” was the future mother of Qin Suoliu, her nominal grandmother, and shared her insights enthusiastically.

“Grandma Lan was this skilled even at a young age!” Yue Tingxi whispered to Qin Suoliu. “With her here, Kongming Villa is truly well-guarded!”

Born from spiritual condensation, Lan Kongming had already reached the Golden Core stage. With early birth and careful guidance, she would soon reach the Out-of-Body stage.

Qin Suoliu recalled her mother’s previous life, when her cultivation level was not high.

Her mother rarely spoke of the past, only occasionally mentioning losing her cultivation once. How much she had lost was unknown, as her mother preferred not to revisit old events.

It was the classic tale of rescue and being rescued. Qin Suoliu hoped her mother could preserve her cultivation in this timeline.

She recorded all her lifetime knowledge on spirit scrolls for her mother, who preferred reading physical texts. She wanted her mother to learn protective techniques and survival skills, ensuring she could face strong opponents safely.

Meanwhile, Yue Tingxi forged the “Whale Fall,” the cloud vessel that had safely carried them through the Xuan Shui Secret Realm, to gift to her future mother the following year.

Time moved forward.

Returning to Kongming Villa, they immersed themselves in mountain life, no longer leaving or intervening in worldly affairs, focusing on caring for the humans and demons in the villa.

With Xie Zhi and Qingwu planting “cause-and-effect probes” across the world, Yue Tingxi could monitor events with minimal spiritual energy and identify potential threats to both races.

She compiled another thick book, recording human rules and power distributions from the previous life for reference against the slowly developing current world. Qin Suoliu, as a system, placed strict access restrictions on it. Only those aware of their origins could view it.

Three years passed.

Ten more demons were born in Youhuang Mountain. Lan, originally a topic of fascination for her unusual demonic state, formally chose the name “Lan Kongming” during a descent for travel.

“Guizhao xi lan jiang, ji kongming xi suoliu guang.”
She found her favorite line in an ancient human poetry collection.

Though young, her cultivation and swordsmanship had matched Qin Chuhan. Initially called “Junior Sister Lan,” the frequency of her victories gradually earned her the respect of fellow disciples as “Senior Sister Lan.”

Inspired by the cutting and sparring grounds of the Mustard Seed Ice Wheel, Xie Zhi integrated parts of her and Qingwu’s demonic forms to rebuild it near Kongming Villa’s arena, complete with rankings and rewards.

The disciples, still maturing, trained repeatedly to improve before venturing out.

On quiet days, Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu would spar hundreds of rounds inside, lowering their levels to Nascent Soul stage to fight like ordinary cultivators using weapons, bodies, spiritual energy, and speed alone.

They were so familiar with each other’s moves that attacks were easily countered.

Qin Suoliu could precisely limit herself to a partial embrace by the whip-like appendage, sliding out smoothly, even lightly pressing on the snake’s belly as she stepped on it.

“No good! I can’t forget past memories!”

After more exchanges, Yue Tingxi laughed, brushing past Qin Suoliu. “Looks like we can’t spar like before until our spiritual forms return!”

“Why bring up spiritual forms?” Qin Suoliu laughed, showing no disappointment.

The longer they remained as a world consciousness and system, the more they yearned to return to the future.

No need to hide identities or worry about affecting future outcomes, they could freely interact like ordinary young demons with their closest elders.

Though not entirely carefree, they no longer counted the days until departure, living happily in this improving past.

As Lingjian’s soul purification neared completion, Yue Tingxi’s body grew frail.

Before dispersing her spiritual form “Whale Fall,” she had some tasks.

With Qin Suoliu’s help, she extracted memories stored prior to the time rewind, sealing them in containers prepared by Xie Zhi and Qingwu, and placed them in Kongming Villa’s restricted area.

Anomalies observed via the “cause-and-effect probes” were recorded in a book alongside the previous “Human Rules” text, with access restrictions applied.

Punishing evildoers was impossible, and a bad state could leave vulnerabilities. She devised a simple travel plan with Qin Suoliu to visit several places of concern.

Planning a quiet departure, they were unexpectedly intercepted that night by Qingwu and Xie Zhi. Qin Chuhan and Lan Kongming were also quickly summoned.

“Do we really need such a big send-off?” Yue Tingxi sighed. “We’re not leaving forever.”

“But we may not meet again for years,” Qingwu squinted. “Since we’re all future family, this is just seeing you off properly.”

Qin Chuhan nodded earnestly, unaware of Qin Suoliu’s relation to her, genuinely treating them as family.

Lan Kongming silently brought out the cloud vessel “Whale Fall,” blocking the path, and opened the hatch for everyone to board.

“Xie Zhi, before leaving, I’ll transfer the authority to monitor Xi Sheng to you.”

On the way, Yue Tingxi transmitted to Xie Zhi: “Actually, Suoliu already set it up to auto-transfer upon dispersal, but since you’re here, I can do it personally.”

This authority was obtained before leaving Xi Sheng at the Book Administration Bureau, a silver-gray sword stored in her consciousness, serving both as a deletion command and a conduit for soul travel to that small world.

She remembered Xi Sheng’s instructions and didn’t give all authority to Xie Zhi, but offered her the chance to clarify things with the original world consciousness.

“No need, knowing this is enough,” Xie Zhi shook her head. “At the end, don’t exhaust yourself.”

The first stop of the cloud vessel was Qingxu Sect, established only a year prior. The sect’s leaders, a heroic couple, were devoted partners—one practiced supreme swordsmanship, the other a renowned physician.

Qin Suoliu personally visited, returning all magical tools, spirit stones, and treasures gifted by Lan Fengqing, and provided the couple with astrological information.

“The descendant has exceptional talent but suffers from congenital illness. If fate allows, she may overcome her ailments,” Qin Suoliu advised, leaving before further questions.

Next was the location of Tu Shan Jinglan. Since her capture, Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu had reestablished a home for her fox clan, constantly monitoring them.

Tu Shan Jinglan had been focused on correcting her clan’s extremist views, a commendable contribution to both races.

They delivered supplies and discreetly visited the clan’s living area, finding all well, before departing.

Before returning to Buzeqiu Bai Chuan League, Cui Yin seemed to sense their arrival, waiting at the Sword Platform.

“Leaving so soon?” she asked Yue Tingxi. “Is there a successor to the league leader? If not, I’ll choose myself.”

Yue Tingxi, aware of her likely choice, smiled and shook her head: “No, just follow your own way.”

“Fine.” Chuiyin snorted. “Drink some tea before going—just harvested fresh leaves.”

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