Pain...
Her head felt like it was going to explode.
Wen Jingshu tightly closed her eyes, her hands instinctively clutching her head.
Wasn't she already dead? How could she still feel pain?
Could it be that because of her many misdeeds, she had gone straight into a deep-fryer in the eighteen levels of hell after death?
But how many cultivators had never killed anyone?
She believed that as a fragile talisman cultivator, she had already been very kind and merciful, more than living up to her Dao Heart.
Surely they wouldn't deny her a peaceful death...
With a thud, a little girl rolled off the bed and fell to the floor, causing Wen Jingshu to snap her eyes open.
An unfamiliar place, an unfamiliar scent, and unfamiliar... hands?
Wen Jingshu stared at her tiny hands, completely dazed for a long time.
What was going on? Did she die and come back to life? Or was she reborn?
Her head still throbbed. Wen Jingshu rubbed her temples as a brief fragment of memories surfaced in her mind.
These memories belonged to the little girl.
She was still in the cultivation world, except she used to be on the Northern Dark Continent, and now she had somehow ended up on the Eastern Azure Continent.
So the Jiuhua Realm didn't just consist of the Northern Dark Continent?
Wen Jingshu was briefly surprised before she began sorting through the rest of the information.
However, despite sharing the name Wen Jingshu, the difference in their backgrounds and talents was like night and day.
The little Wen Jingshu was the younger sister of Wen Shuyi, the Grand Elder of the Pill Sect on the Northern Dark Continent.
Over a thousand years ago, her father could no longer suppress his cultivation and ascended first.
Afterward, her mother carried her in her womb for fifteen years before finally giving birth to her, only to be forced to ascend immediately after.
For high-level cultivators, conceiving a child was already an act against the heavens. Furthermore, with both of her parents being high-level cultivators, even though her mother had carried her for fifteen years, the little Wen Jingshu was still considered a premature baby.
Moreover, the higher a cultivator's child's talent, the longer the gestation period. Her older sister had also nurtured her inside a spiritual treasure for over a thousand years—nearly dying in the process—before she finally managed to open her eyes.
Talisman Cultivator Wen Jingshu: "..."
Even Nezha, who in mortal myths and legends was born after a three-year pregnancy, was a conservative case compared to this.
She had only heard rumors before that the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the harder it was to conceive a child and the longer it took. Now, Wen Jingshu had experienced it firsthand...
This was practically like a high-level spiritual beast giving birth...
Then again, if high-level cultivators could have babies as easily as ordinary people, the cultivation world would have been flooded with geniuses and monsters long ago. That indeed wouldn't align with the logic of the Heavenly Dao.
As of now, Wen Shuyi was already a Tribulation Passage Stage cultivator, forcefully suppressing her cultivation just to raise her younger sister.
She only claimed to the outside world that she was still in the Body Integration Stage.
Originally, Wen Shuyi had planned to keep Wen Jingshu right under her nose, teaching her to refine pills like the rest of the family.
However, she was tested and found to possess a ten-out-of-ten top-grade heavenly lightning spiritual root.
With such a violent spiritual root attribute, she was essentially shut out from the path of a pill cultivator.
Though she was still a genius, being born into a family of pill cultivators... made things rather awkward.
Thus, the little Wen Jingshu decided to join the Qingyun Sect to seek a master.
Since Wen Shuyi was an eighth-grade alchemist, getting Wen Jingshu into the Qingyun Sect would have required nothing more than a single word from her.
Unfortunately, the little Wen Jingshu had been egged on by a scheming senior brother by her side. She insisted on relying on herself, hiding her family background to undergo the standard recruitment process as a mere mortal like everyone else.
The result, of course, was successful; she was already aboard a flying vessel bound for the Qingyun Sect.
As for why her soul had transmigrated into this little Wen Jingshu... it was entirely because the girl had consumed an Intelligence Awakening Pill, which her scatterbrained father had carelessly stuffed into her storage bracelet.
An Intelligence Awakening Pill was a low-grade ninth-tier pill. As the name suggested, it prematurely unlocked a child's emotional and intellectual capacity, forcefully raising their cognitive abilities to the level of an adult cultivator.
Needless to say, the suffering endured from consuming such a heaven-defying pill was immense. The little Wen Jingshu failed to survive it and passed away, only for her body to be claimed by a wandering soul with the exact same name.
Though she called it transmigration, it was also highly possible that their two souls had merged.
After absorbing these memories, Wen Jingshu felt a deep sense of exasperation.
She resented how this little Wen Jingshu didn't understand the hardships of low-level cultivators.
Recalling her own past, she had possessed poor talent and no background, struggling just to enter a cultivation sect and climbing up from the very bottom step by step.
While she was forced to venture out and risk her life for a mere ten mid-grade spirit stones, the geniuses of her generation were already beginning their Foundation Establishment.
By the time she finally saved enough spirit stones to buy the lowest-grade Foundation Establishment Pill, those same geniuses were already preparing to form their Golden Cores...
If not for her slight talent in the Dao of Talismans, which allowed her to make a living by selling them, she probably wouldn't have been able to form a core even on her deathbed.
With her head still throbbing, Wen Jingshu grumbled inwardly a hundred times before clearing her mind of random thoughts and inspecting her current body.
But when she did, she was instantly shocked.
A top-grade heavenly lightning spiritual root! Plus a top-grade mutated hidden wood spiritual root!
In the cultivation world, spiritual roots were divided into four grades based on purity, from lowest to highest: mortal, mid, high, and top-grade.
Beyond that, there were rare additional attributes—'heavenly' and 'mutated' were both top-tier traits that were hard to come across even in ten thousand years.
For instance, the heavenly lightning spiritual root in her body carried the purest lightning power of heaven and earth. Its might was vast and domineering, closest to the power of the Nine Heavens Heavenly Tribulation, making her virtually invincible among those of the same rank.
Wen Jingshu quietly channeled a sliver of spiritual energy to probe the mutated wood spiritual root hidden within her body. She immediately felt a gentle, continuous wave of vitality enveloping her entire body.
This mutated hidden wood spiritual root actually came with a top-tier self-healing ability!
The gentle vitality slowly repaired her damaged soul and head, neutralizing the residual, overbearing power of the Intelligence Awakening Pill.
It was precisely because this hidden spiritual root possessed a self-healing function that the little Wen Jingshu hadn't died on the spot.
With both spiritual roots at ten-out-of-ten top-grade purity, this was already the ultimate starting setup for cultivation!
Oh my goodness, she truly lived up to being a super second-generation cultivator born to high-level cultivators!
Of course, besides 'heavenly' and 'mutated', there were also other additional attributes like 'earthly', which was slightly inferior to 'heavenly', and 'derivative', which was another form of 'mutated'.
Overwhelmed by this pleasant surprise, Wen Jingshu instinctively took out her communication stone and sent a voice message to her older sister:
“Sister, something terrible has happened!”
Encountering such a top-grade spiritual root for the first time, she was absolutely panicking!
On the Misty Peak of the Pill Sect, the cold and aloof woman who was still brooding over the departure of her beloved younger sister sighed for the thousand and first time today. Suddenly hearing Wen Jingshu's voice message, she flipped herself upright on her bed.
“Old Zhao! Stop your secluded cultivation! My sister is calling for me!”
“Old Li, quickly bring out my Wind Spirit Colt!”
“Old Qian, hurry and help me change! Today's outfit is too formal; it's not suitable for meeting my sister!”
“Old Zhang...”
Misty Peak fell into complete chaos. Fifteen minutes later, with two Mahayana Stage cultivators clearing the way in front and another two guarding the rear, a woman in pink robes rode in the middle upon a Wind Spirit Colt—an elegant and beautiful seventh-grade spirit beast resembling a cross between a horse and a deer.
Her aura was androgynous, her posture as upright as slender bamboo. Her features were delicate and distant, like a wash of ink on a landscape painting. Her eyes were clear and bright, her face as cold and aloof as the bright moon, and her skin as warm and porcelain-white as finely carved cold jade.
The cold yet gentle woman was now smiling brilliantly. With this grand display and attire, she looked exactly as if she were off to meet her beloved.
However, this display terrified the Sect Master who had rushed over.
As the precious treasure of the sect, Zhao Ming dared not block her, nor did they dare to ask any questions, fearing that if Wen Shuyi became unhappy, she would follow her sister to the Qingyun Sect.
But judging by this momentum... she couldn't... really be planning to follow Wen Jingshu to the Qingyun Sect, could she?
Zhao Ming anxiously went to ask a young disciple guarding the gate of Misty Peak.
The young disciple, who was sorting medicinal herbs, didn't even look up. “Ah? You mean the Peak Master? She's going to pick up our little Senior Sister, of course.”
Receiving this answer, Zhao Ming found it both expected and unsurprising.
Then again, with Wen Shuyi's cold-hearted yet smiling fox personality, she only ever became this impatient when it came to her younger sister.
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