Wanxi Rebirth - Chapter 61

Lan Fengqing’s guess was bold, but both Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu fell into deep thought and reflection upon hearing it.

“…I should have sought confirmation from the Salvation Scales. But last time, when she spoke her true name, she said, ‘Two years later, the Ghost Domain Secret Realm will have its answer.’” After a long pause, Yue Tingxi said, “If the truth is close to your speculation, I can understand why she would say that.”

“The Ghost Domain Secret Realm involves many entanglements: ghost-path demons, humans who can traverse the unseen, and not to mention, Lan’s parents and Suoliu’s father, who all fell ill and passed away from entering this secret realm back then,” she said, looking at the two of them. “Just now, Lan Fengqing mentioned cause and effect and the grievances of the dead. If the world consciousness has truly been cycling for hundreds of years, while our ordinary lives remain unaffected, then where did all the vast grievances accumulated over dozens of past lives go?”

Qin Suoliu had only brought the souls of demons she had consumed in her previous life. Even so, her cultivation level could break through from mid-Yuan Ying to theoretically near mid-tribulation stage. However, the filth she bore could only be erased by the power of law.

To ensure the “counterattack” had sufficient strength, the deity controlling the changes of the entire world must have accumulated immense karmic consequences over hundreds of reincarnations. How much impurity could it contain?

If it could not contain all of it, would it deposit some of that filth into the secret realm?

After all, the opening time of the secret realm is limited, the hidden period is long, and everything within is under the control of the world consciousness.

Therefore, it would only be necessary to choose a secret realm that meets the conditions and is unlikely to be entered by many cultivators, making it a temporary vessel for the impurity. Even if sacrifices occurred, they would only affect a few individuals.

Yue Tingxi thought this through as she shared her speculation with the two of them.

“If that’s true, I’ll go back and check the records of the Ghost Domain Secret Realm. Two years from now, we can take precautions and explore it together,” Lan Fengqing’s eyes flickered. “My mother loved recording her experiences in secret realms, so there must be records of the events back then!”

“Be careful. If possible, have Hui E search the library instead of going yourself, so the intruders won’t notice,” Yue Tingxi warned.

“Don’t worry, Tingxi. Lately, besides refining pills, I’ve been studying this ‘messenger of world consciousness’,” Lan Fengqing nodded and, as if remembering something, handed Qin Suoliu a small white jade bottle. “Qin Sister entrusted me to refine this Soul-Purifying Pill. Thanks to Hui E’s help, the refining period was greatly shortened, and the quality exceeded my expectations!”

Her mind was already on investigating the Ghost Domain Secret Realm, so after Qin Suoliu accepted the pill, she hurried back home.

“I just remembered what Tu Shan Jinglan said,” Qin Suoliu said, stroking the pill. “She could sense the presence of the Ba Snake demon when your soul entered mine, but neither Qingyu Mountain nor Xie Zhi confirmed that you were the reincarnation of Ba Snake.”

“True, but Xie Zhi later added that my situation must be ‘traced back to some choices of the world consciousness,’” Yue Tingxi said. “After hearing Lan’s speculation, I wondered: could it be that in some past reincarnation, I consumed Ba Snake’s soul for some reason, and after countless cycles, the corruption of Ba Snake’s soul was diluted? By our ‘current life,’ only a trace remained?”

She unconsciously glanced at the Soul-Purifying Pill.

The main ingredient was “Soul-Purifying Grass” they had found in the Profound Water Secret Realm. According to Lan Fengqing, it not only greatly nourished the soul but could also eliminate the side effects of frequent soul-searching techniques.

If she took the pill, could she safely consume Ba Snake’s soul? Or… directly seize Ba Snake’s body? That way, she could share the spiritual power suppressed within the young mistress…

The thought alone startled her.

“What dangerous thing is Tingxi thinking about?”

Qin Suoliu asked slowly.

Yue Tingxi instinctively tried to dodge, but realizing she hated hiding things from her, she reluctantly explained: “I’m thinking about seizing Ba Snake’s body.”

“To share my spiritual power?” Qin Suoliu asked.

“Yes. Since Ba Snake was an ancient demon of great power, feared by both races, and even today mentioned by demons, she must have reached the tribulation stage. Of course, I’m only thinking about it, not actually planning to act,” Yue Tingxi nodded.

Qin Suoliu felt that the plan might actually work.

The ancient demons sealed by the Eight Great Demon Mountains had always been a hidden danger. Taking over her power could secure both her own strength and the safety of Qingyu Mountain.

However, the target was a demon, and no precedent existed for anyone besides herself. Even if they agreed, Qingyu Mountain residents and the other demons would probably intervene.

Since Yue Tingxi did not wish to discuss it further, Qin Suoliu stood up. “I’ll take you to the forbidden library.”

“Am I allowed?!” Yue Tingxi was surprised but followed her without hesitation.

“Among our clan, my cultivation is tied to your tribulation, and I almost caused your death. Qin family members dislike owing others. With my permission, there’s no place in the Qin Mansion you cannot enter,” Qin Suoliu explained.

“…You even deceive your own clan!” Yue Tingxi laughed and cried.

However, the truth spanning two lifetimes could not be told to many, so she stayed quiet and followed the young mistress to the library.

Qin Yin’guang was still teaching Gu Yun to play the zither but seemed distracted. Upon seeing them, she perked up and ran to greet them.

“Sister, Tingxi, what book are we looking for today?”

“We are searching the forbidden library for records of a certain secret realm,” Qin Suoliu said, ruffling her younger sister’s hair. “You are not old enough to enter, so stay with Gu Yun.”

“But I want to help!” Qin Yin’guang said, lowering her voice. “I can already command Hui E to find books. It’s very fast, and always finds what I want.”

Qin Suoliu knew that ever since she learned to read, the little sister loved books. Now she could manage the library, showing talent beyond her age. She didn’t fully understand Hui E, nor did she remember much about world consciousness, but could handle it effortlessly—whether due to innate talent or the world consciousness’s help was unknown.

“Then you come too,” Qin Suoliu nodded.

The library’s mechanism doors opened before them, and Qin Yin’guang rushed inside. With a wave of her hand, a Hui E appeared on her fingertip.

“What are we searching for?” she asked after the doors closed.

“Everything related to the Ghost Domain Secret Realm,” Qin Suoliu replied.

Qin Yin’guang froze.

“…The secret realm that caused Dad’s illness?” she murmured.

“Yes. That’s why you shouldn’t search for it,” Qin Suoliu said, summoning her own Hui E. But before she could instruct it, the little sister shook her head vigorously.

“Even though Dad said we shouldn’t delve too deeply, as a member of the immortal sect, I need to know at least why it harmed people,” Qin Yin’guang said.

She focused her spiritual power through Hui E, spreading a silver-gray light like smoke to find the information.

But being a child, her cultivation was limited. To avoid triggering the book’s defenses, she quickly exhausted her energy and spiritual power.

Qin Suoliu stepped forward and infused her power into her body.

Both sisters had fire spiritual roots, cultivated the Qin family heart methods and sword techniques, and shared the same bloodline. Transferring spiritual power went smoothly.

Yue Tingxi intended to help but stepped aside after observing their interaction, focusing on her own reading.

With enough spiritual power, Yin’guang could make multiple attempts controlling Hui E, aiding their understanding of world consciousness.

“If the world is a chessboard, the world consciousness is the player, and we, the pieces, must repeatedly interact with everything related to it to understand its intentions.”

Thunder tribulations, secret realms, the “messenger”—now also a 7364 system actively communicating with Hui E.

“Found it!”

Within half an hour, Qin Yin’guang shouted, excited. She collapsed from overexertion before showing the specific book’s location.

Qin Suoliu instantly teleported to her side, checked her pulse, and fed her a spiritual pill.

“The fifth book from the left on the third row. No defenses, only an illusion, which I had Hui E dispel. You take it; I’ll care for my little sister,” Qin Suoliu said.

Yue Tingxi didn’t ask again and walked toward the book.

The gray moth remained, marking the book for her.

Opening it, she saw a familiar handwriting—Qin Suoliu’s mimicry of her brush style from childhood.

She didn’t expect to see the young mistress’s writing here.

The words were few but made her frown:

“May the future me be qualified enough to open this book and seek the truth.”

She pictured a young Qin Yin’guang, about the same age, suppressing her frustration to write this vow.

Taking a deep breath, Yue Tingxi turned the page.

The following lines were informal but recorded a summary:

“Exploring the Ghost Domain Secret Realm is far more dangerous than I imagined. The grievances are dense and have materialized. A slight misstep can invade the body—first rotting flesh, then organs, meridians, dantian, even the soul.”

“I confirmed with trustworthy companions: the last opening of the realm did not have such concentrated grievances.”

“Medical experts from Qingxu Sect deduced from ruins and spell traces that perhaps a ghost-path demon or remnants of human necromancers were hiding within. Otherwise, the drastic change could not be explained. We began a long search, trying to eliminate the evil in one stroke.”

“However, until the secret realm closed, we could not find the source of the grievances. Instead, repeated dangerous incursions caused contamination. With all options exhausted, we entrusted our remaining cultivation and soul to our loved ones before complete corruption.”

The next passage had a different handwriting and seemed written later:

“During closure, only Heaven could intervene. Without ghost cultivators, it may have been an unforeseen action by the Way, beyond our observation.”

Even later, handwriting became more erratic:

“I cannot die… I haven’t seen my daughters grow…!”

Yue Tingxi stared for a long time before turning the page.

The following pages detailed the Ghost Domain Secret Realm, with arrays recording visuals, environments, spiritual plants, and beasts.

She skimmed carefully, memorizing about seventy percent, aided by her improved Out-of-Body memory and comprehension.

When Qin Suoliu returned, Yue Tingxi had finished half the book and handed it over.

“…I didn’t expect Hui E to find this one,” Qin Suoliu said, recognizing her father’s notes. “Father wrote many about the Ghost Domain Secret Realm that caused his illness. Mother forbade me to see them when I was young.”

“This aligns with Xie Zhi’s philosophy. If one’s cultivation isn’t enough, one isn’t told deeper information,” Yue Tingxi said.

“But seeing your father’s notes, I now understand that higher-level truths require higher cultivation to comprehend.”

“The Ghost Domain Secret Realm has changed drastically, dangers everywhere. Even with preparation, venturing inside without certainty could be fatal,” Qin Suoliu said quietly.

Yue Tingxi no longer interrupted, sitting beside her, reviewing the information together until dawn.

Suddenly, the mechanism door opened—not Qin Yin’guang, but Lan Kongming.

“I heard from Yin’guang,” he said, sitting down beside them. “Two years from now, you really plan to go?”

“Old grudges must be settled together,” Qin Suoliu said calmly.

“But an Out-of-Body cultivator isn’t enough inside! Even with talent, you can’t reach tribulation stage in two years. And if Fengqing finds out, she will go too—but her cultivation is too low, and even with many artifacts…”

“Do you want us to wait ten more years?” Qin Suoliu asked. “We can wait, but the villain cannot.”

The intruder had already failed against world consciousness for hundreds of years. If he wasn’t anxious, he wouldn’t have rushed the marriage or killed in the Profound Water Secret Realm.

“Do you want me to watch you go to your deaths?!” Lan Kongming’s voice rose, uncharacteristically fierce. “Your father’s suffering back then—do you remember?”

Qin Suoliu did. Her mother had shattered her father’s soul to give him peace after his suffering.

“I cannot avoid this secret realm; I must go,” she said calmly.

Lan Kongming stared, then teleported outside the library, activating mechanisms. The bookshelves moved rapidly, forming arrays.

Yue Tingxi’s eyes widened. She tried to stop them, but her strike left no trace.

Even more shocking, the wall’s protective light was silver-gray—the same as Hui E.

Yue Tingxi tried again but was stopped by Qin Suoliu.

“It’s useless. Mother insists on keeping us here,” Qin Suoliu said.

As expected, Lan Kongming’s voice came from above:

“Two years from now, when the Ghost Domain Secret Realm fully closes, I will release you.”

“…Is your mother always this strict?” Yue Tingxi asked politely.

“Sometimes,” Qin Suoliu said. “Her heart still holds the pain of that investigation. Many were lost, not just individuals.”

“I understand,” Yue Tingxi sighed. “But if we stay, our cultivation and information won’t progress. The spiritual energy here is weak, even with arrays, progress will be slow.”

She took out the Mustard Seed Ice Wheel and contacted Qingyu Mountain and Xie Zhi.

“Mountain Master, if I use your teleport talisman here, can I immediately return with the young mistress?”

After updating her mother about their actions, Qin Yin’guang lay back down, exhausted, still wishing her mother would help them explore the Ghost Domain Secret Realm together so their father and relatives could rest in peace.

But she had a nightmare: she saw her mother trapping Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu in the library for two years until the secret realm fully closed.

She called Hui E repeatedly, and countless moths appeared, forming a silver-gray path leading to Yue Tingxi and Qin Suoliu, who were about to use the teleport talisman.

Even though she had caused their confinement, she would help them escape.

Qingyu Mountain, Mountain Master’s dwelling.

Yue Tingxi didn’t expect to return so quickly, nor that the talisman could bypass the library’s multiple defenses.

The young mistress might not use the “Qin Suoliu” identity for a long time, and could not participate in the sect exams.

“Here you are,” the Mountain Master said, placing two cups of tea. “I saw everything. In the next two years, besides improving cultivation, what’s the plan?”

Yue Tingxi thought of her near-crazy idea but hesitated.

Qin Suoliu quietly said, “While the ‘Ghost Sword Cultivator’ reputation remains, I’ll go to the mortal realm to kill.”

Yue Tingxi: ?

“Who will you kill?” she asked, disbelieving.

“Those damned people in the Red Dust Hall,” Qin Suoliu said. “Mother will announce my punishment or seclusion, giving a plausible reason. No one will suspect ‘Qin Suoliu’.”

“Then after the Red Dust Hall, I’ll decide my next target.”

Yue Tingxi nodded.

Mountain Master approved. Then looked at Yue Tingxi:

“So, you haven’t decided, or don’t dare say?”

She couldn’t say. But at this point, she resigned:

“I want to try fully seizing Ba Snake, letting her power be mine.”

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