Wanxi Rebirth - Chapter 67

Recently, new wanted notices have appeared across the cities of the human realm.

The first is for an unnamed woman in red, wearing a fox mask. She wields a single-handed blade, speaks little, and her attacks are cunning and ruthless. Her emotions are unaffected by external events. She is suspected to be a practitioner of the Path of Heartlessness. Wherever she goes, corpses pile up.

The second is also a fox-masked woman, dressed in white with snow-colored hair, wielding a gleaming golden single-handed sword. Her swordsmanship is unremarkable, but her blade is coated in potent poison, and she emits a crimson toxic mist at unpredictable times, capable of killing within mere breaths. From the residual force of law left at the scene, she is suspected to be a reclusive master at the Tribulation stage.

These two fox-masked women are known as the “Twin Fox Asuras.” No one knows where they came from or why they are committing massacres in the human realm.

The only clear information is that their initial target was the Red Dust Pavilion of Lingjing Tower in Huanjing City.

It is said that on that day, the Red Dust Pavilion was soaked in blood. Guests, regardless of status, were slain, and even the owner of the pavilion died in his own bedchamber under bizarre circumstances—he laughed wildly as if witnessing something delightful before dying, with the head of a heavily made-up, beautiful woman, showing a terrified expression, resting on his chest.

For a time, fear gripped the human realm. The “Ghost Sword Cultivator” had not yet been captured, and now the “Twin Fox Asuras” were appearing mysteriously. Those who had committed misdeeds closed their doors, claiming to enter a “closed retreat” to avoid trouble.

Some attempted to imitate the three blood-stained killers, seeking revenge on those they despised. However, before they could act, they were found hung at their own doors, with a plaque around their neck written in fresh red blood detailing their sins—worse, the handwriting was their own, though they vehemently denied committing the deeds.

“There is too much filth in this world. Even with the 7364 System secretly assisting and alerting us to the location of those who meet the conditions, we still cannot completely eliminate these ‘sinners,’” Yue Tingxi said once during a break in the mountains. “Warnings should be enough. The real battle will be in the Ghost Realm.”

Excessive measures can be dangerous, and human hearts are unpredictable.

Once they define “sin” and judge “sinners,” malicious people will inevitably use the banner of justice to smear genuinely virtuous forces, trying to drag them down as well. If that happens, human realm order would collapse entirely, and even the truly innocent would have to stain their hands with blood to protect family and friends.

This was neither their goal nor what they wished to see.

“You’re troubled,” Qin Suoliu said.

“…Yes. I can’t help but wonder whether my actions now are similar to Bashe’s philosophy,” Yue Tingxi admitted. “Bashe tried to wipe out the world to eradicate filth, and I am also killing so-called ‘sinners’ and ‘evil demons’ according to my own judgment.”

She paused, “But I also cannot let evil dominate the world and watch the innocent suffer unjustly.”

That was why she had promised Qin Suoliu to punish evil in the human realm.

Seeing her steady her resolve through self-reflection, Qin Suoliu didn’t respond but instead rested her head on Yue Tingxi’s shoulder, gently holding her.

When lost, there is often no one like-minded to talk to—an experience Qin Suoliu had in her previous life: lonely, endless, and hopeless. Now, they could support each other, walking the same path. Past grudges and current experiences felt like a flawless dream.

News of the “Twin Fox Asuras” naturally reached Qingxu Sect.

The keen Bian Fengqing mentioned it while reporting recent intrusions. But the information about the sinners had already been gathered using Gray Moth’s scanning, so she didn’t need confirmation; she knew it was her two friends.

“Be careful recently. Someone commissioned the Sixth Elder of Star-Picking Pavilion, Liu Shuanghan, to cast a spell at the scene. Both she and the Fifth Elder know that ‘Lingjian’ took the Savior Balance, and the Savior Balance is linked to the demon Bashe subdued in Xishan. The title ‘Savior Balance’ itself came from defeating Bashe,” Bian Fengqing reminded.

Yue Tingxi was about to respond when Qin Suoliu said, “We don’t need to be careful—the Star-Picking Pavilion should be.”

“They can calculate, foresee, and have great reverence for the Savior Balance, which is closely linked to the World Consciousness. They are even less likely to investigate deeply,” Qin Suoliu said, looking at the starry sky. “Refusing itself is a clear stance.”

If the Star-Picking Pavilion refused help, they could be accused of colluding with the Twin Fox Asuras!

Yue Tingxi’s eyes changed; she stood up and exclaimed, “Then we must save them!”

“No need. The Ghost Realm will open next month. Immortal sects wanting to enter the Realm won’t need the Star-Picking Pavilion. Just notify them to prepare. I’ll send Gray Moth to handle it,” Qin Suoliu explained.

They would occasionally descend the mountain to punish evildoers, then return to cultivate together, solidifying their realm and constructing soul illusions. Before they knew it, over a year had passed.

“Focus on cultivation with Tingxi. I’ll silently handle some sects and forces using Gray Moth!” Bian Fengqing volunteered. “By the way, when do you plan to go to Zhenyun Valley?”

The Ghost Realm lies on the border of the medical sect, Zhenyun Valley. When it opens, the Cui Shan Inn at its foot allows humans and demons to stay until the Realm closes.

Based on previous information from Bian Fengqing, only a few sects would send elite disciples, with Tribulation stage elders inspecting a certain ghost demon.

“Probably in half a month,” Qin Suoliu said, looking at Yue Tingxi. “I still have some business.”

She knew Yue Tingxi might feel confused during the slaughter. That was why she hadn’t yet transferred the enormous spiritual power suppressed by the World Consciousness—since in battle, it was crucial to act rationally and calmly; the “Heartless Path” was helpful for that.

But for the upcoming dangerous Ghost Realm, any unused spiritual power should be given to Yue Tingxi before departure.

Besides transferring spiritual power, Qin Suoliu secretly arranged through Chan Ying and Luo Yansha to handle one last task before leaving the mountain.

Ending her conversation with Bian Fengqing, Qin Suoliu nodded at Yue Tingxi and immediately teleported them to the base where Bashe was sealed.

This place had countless layered spirit-restraining arrays; no matter how violent the spiritual power inside, it wouldn’t affect the outside, and the world’s energy outside could not enter.

To be safe, Yue Tingxi borrowed a Cold Jade Bed to suppress Fire Spirit Roots. Now, she and Qin Suoliu sat cross-legged, facing each other.

“Though there’s medicine, it may still hurt. Vent your pain on me; at least I’ll know how much you suffer,” Yue Tingxi instructed as Qin Suoliu took pain-relieving pills. Golden threads wove into thin conduits, connecting their dantian (energy center) to Yue Tingxi, who carefully drew out spiritual power not belonging to Qin Suoliu, wrapping it into the conduit and absorbing it.

After the initial pain came the tearing feeling brought by the force of law. No medicine could counteract it.

At first, Qin Suoliu endured, but as the first cut of law struck, she cried out in pain, curling up in Yue Tingxi’s arms, biting her teeth, trembling.

She turned her arm aside to avoid looking at Yue Tingxi, but the pain made her open her mouth involuntarily, allowing Yue Tingxi to continue.

Under the intense pain, she hallucinated: chewing on a dark, patterned, hard, bloody scale. Her vision blurred; it was like crying while eating something, though she couldn’t see what.

Her stomach felt full, yet nausea overtook her, forcing her to swallow each bite. With each swallow, the empty meridians gained some spiritual power.

“Return to your mind! Ah-mou!” Yue Tingxi’s voice struck like a thunderclap, bringing Qin Suoliu back to awareness.

The nauseating hallucination persisted. She realized it might have been a past life of Yue Tingxi’s demon body she ingested. Before figuring it out, Yue Tingxi hugged her from behind.

“Don’t think about it,” she said, using Tribulation-stage words; even resisting, Qin Suoliu was forced to dispel the vague hallucination.

“Why?” she asked.

“That was the past. In this life, it won’t happen,” Yue Tingxi whispered. “Just look forward.”

Tingxi remembered at most the last life; the other seventy-nine reincarnations were left behind—enough for her to guard.

Seeing Qin Suoliu still probing, she bit her neck, injecting venom to induce a temporary sleep, allowing Yue Tingxi to strip away the remaining spiritual power.

She could have used Gray Moth to suppress pain, but feared a conscious Qin Suoliu would interfere, so chose the crude method.

Bashe’s body had immense capacity. The remaining spiritual power absorbed by Yue Tingxi disappeared like mud into the sea. Repeated doses of antidote allowed Qin Suoliu to gradually regain consciousness without suffering excessive trauma.

The process took nearly ten days. At first, Qin Suoliu showed little change, but by the fifth day, her expressions and speech gained emotion.

During rest, Yue Tingxi took her out of the sealed place to enjoy sunlight and stars.

The human Mid-Autumn Festival arrived. Luo Yansha, who had made Xishan her home, invited them to a small gathering to admire the moon and eat pastries.

“Sha Sha made lots of mooncakes, sweet and savory,” Chan Ying introduced the freshly baked mooncakes. Sweet: sesame, red bean, fermented rice, mixed fruit paste; savory: pepper-salt, pickled vegetable with fresh meat, salted egg yolk with fresh meat, five nuts.

She presented translucent mooncakes: “Here, ice-skin mooncakes. Sha Sha’s Ice Spirit Root really shines!”

The Bone-Soaking Pill Chan Ying made was surprisingly effective. With the pill and her help, Luo Yansha’s mixed spirit roots were purified into Ice Spirit Roots, improving cultivation speed, and enabling better use of ice spells.

The least happy was Bi Fang, a pure fire spirit root. Nearly two years later, he learned to tolerate water and ice roots and spells, and comfortably nestled in Luo Yansha’s arms, sleeping nearby.

“From your tone, you plan to sell ice-skin mooncakes in the human realm after the festival?” Yue Tingxi asked.

“Yes. Sha Sha and I have contacts in the pastry shop there. We’ll send them to sell and settle the money,” Chan Ying smiled. “Originally, we planned to go ourselves, rent a temporary stall, sell, then leave. Not much money wasted.”

“But whether it was the ‘Ghost Sword Cultivator’ a year ago or now the ‘Twin Fox Asuras,’ it’s terrifying!” Luo Yansha said, voice trembling. “We just want to earn a bit safely. With contacts, there’s no need to go ourselves!”

The two fox-masked women exchanged a glance and said nothing.

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