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Chapter 76

A few days later, Song Wei Zhi contacted Yao Xin Tong and found out that she and Feng Yi Liu had settled in the Liuxi Mountain. Song Wei Zhi initially didn't want to tell Yao Xin Tong about Zhou Qing Xue's situation, to prevent her from being distracted. However, after careful consideration, they realized that it might not be appropriate for Zhou Qing Xue to stay in the form of a cat indefinitely, and there was no other option for the three of them. It would be better to discuss it with Yao Xin Tong and listen to her opinion.

"Senior Yao, there was an incident some time ago. Qing Xue's physical body was destroyed, but her soul is intact. We haven't found a suitable body for her, so she's currently residing in a cat's body. I wonder if you can help her in any way," Song Wei Zhi transmitted her voice through the spirit stone.

Yao Xin Tong's voice came through the spirit stone, "Instead of finding a new body, it's better to rebuild her dantian. Without her previous physical body, she has lost all her cultivation. With a dantian, as long as Qing Xue can establish it again, even in a cat's body, she can manifest a human form."

Song Wei Zhi spoke to Yao Xin Tong for a while, confirming their location. She promptly informed Zhou Qing Xue and Wei Zhao about this development.

Zhou Qing Xue hesitated. She didn't know how to face her mother. However, Wei Zhao embraced her, comforting her, "Your mother is worried about you. It's better for us to go together. That way, she can be reassured."

Zhou Qing Xue nudged against Wei Zhao's embrace. Lately, she found herself acting more and more like a cat, always rubbing against Wei Zhao.

After making necessary preparations, they immediately rode their spiritual devices to Liuxi Mountain. Yao Xin Tong was walking outside the wooden house with Feng Yi Liu. Feng Yi Liu's complexion had improved significantly compared to before; she looked no different from an ordinary mortal.

Seeing Song Wei Zhi and the others, Yao Xin Tong promptly welcomed them. She moved to pick up the cat in Wei Zhao's arms. Zhou Qing Xue, upon seeing her mother, shed two lines of tears as a cat. Yao Xin Tong then held her and comforted her.

"Senior, how can we help Qing Xue rebuild her dantian?" Song Wei Zhi asked as she approached.

"Let me do it," Yao Xin Tong said, leading everyone into the wooden house. It consisted of five rooms. Yao Xin Tong placed Zhou Qing Xue on the table and took out a red jade-like object. Using her own spiritual power, she pointed it at Zhou Qing Xue's body. A red spot began to form, gradually turning into a small red sphere as Yao Xin Tong continuously infused her spiritual power into the red jade. The volume of the red jade continuously decreased.

After a while, when Yao Xin Tong withdrew her spiritual power, which took about an hour, she stabilized herself with her hands on the table. It had taken a toll on her to rebuild Zhou Qing Xue's dantian.

"Senior, are you okay?" Song Wei Zhi asked from the side.

"I'm fine. I just expended some spiritual power. Qing Xue's dantian has been rebuilt, but I am unable to help her establish her foundation in the current state," Yao Xin Tong said, struggling with her voice.

"Senior, we have plenty of spiritual power among us. Please tell us what to do," Song Wei Zhi offered.

"No need, Master. I can handle it. You and Miss Song should rest," Wei Zhao reached out to hold Zhou Qing Xue but was stopped by Song Wei Zhi.

"By providing spiritual power alone, it will quickly be depleted. The three of us can work together and conserve our resources. Stop talking. Let's do this together."

Under Yao Xin Tong's guidance, Zhou Qing Xue on the table was surrounded by Song Wei Zhi and the others. They all continuously infused spiritual power into Zhou Qing Xue's dantian. Given Zhou Qing Xue's exceptional aptitude for cultivation, she quickly transformed the energy from the three of them into her own. The entire afternoon was spent channeling spiritual power to Zhou Qing Xue.

Initially, Yao Xin Tong had intended to supply Zhou Qing Xue with some spiritual power to help her reach the foundation building stage, which she could achieve in a few months due to her exceptional aptitude. However, witnessing Song Wei Zhi's trio, it appeared as though they were speeding up Zhou Qing Xue's foundational construction. This would, however, require a greater consumption of spiritual power from the trio. At a critical moment, Yao Xin Tong did not dare to interfere and had to quietly wait alongside Feng Yi Liu.

As the evening approached, Song Wei Zhi and her companions ceased their efforts. At the same time, the cat lying on the table had entered a meditative state.

Due to their advanced cultivation, Song Wei Zhi and Song Zhi Xia felt no discomfort in their bodies. Wei Zhao, although not bad, had beads of sweat on her forehead.

Song Wei Zhi immediately instructed Wei Zhao to rest, "Go and rest in the room. I will call you when Qing Xue has absorbed all the spiritual power."

"No need, Master. You should rest instead. I'll stay here to watch over her," Wei Zhao wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Listen, don't be reckless. After Qing Xue absorbs the spiritual power, she will need your protection during her tribulation. Go rest for a while."

Upon hearing Song Wei Zhi's words, Wei Zhao reluctantly found a room to rest, and Song Wei Zhi also asked Yao Xin Tong and Feng Yi Liu to go rest. This left only two people and a cat in the room.

The girl feared that making a sound would disturb Zhou Qing Xue's absorption of spiritual power. Thus, she got up and sat by Song Wei Zhi's side, leaning against her, and Song Wei Zhi instinctively held the girl in her arms.

After another five or six hours, the sky began to brighten. The cat on the table suddenly opened its eyes. The entire cat emitted a faint yellow light, and distant peals of thunder could be heard in the sky.

Song Wei Zhi glanced at Song Zhi Xia and promptly used her spiritual power to call Wei Zhao, "Wei Zhao, Qing Xue seems to have absorbed all the spiritual power. Her tribulation is imminent."

Wei Zhao had rested for the night and had mostly recovered her spiritual power. She arrived in the hall upon hearing Song Wei Zhi's call. They carried Zhou Qing Xue to an open area, and the black clouds in the sky gathered. Having experienced the dark clouds during her own tribulation, Song Wei Zhi paid no attention to the small black clouds currently. Even Wei Zhao, who had expended some spiritual power the day before, found it effortless to assist Zhou Qing Xue in facing the tribulation.

The thunder also alarmed Yao Xin Tong and Feng Yi Liu. Although Yao Xin Tong had not yet fully recovered her spiritual power and appeared unwell, she intended to help Zhou Qing Xue through the tribulation. However, she was stopped by Song Wei Zhi, "Senior, let Wei Zhao take care of Qing Xue. She can handle it."

Yao Xin Tong glanced at Wei Zhao, who was holding the transformed Zhou Qing Xue, and refrained from approaching further, reassured that Wei Zhao treated Qing Xue well. She then followed her senior sister anywhere she went, with peace of mind.

As Wei Zhao took out her original weapon, a thunderbolt suddenly struck Zhou Qing Xue in the sky. However, it was intercepted by Wei Zhao's whip in mid-air and dissipated.

After a while, the black clouds dispersed, as if it had all been just a dream. After stowing away her weapon, Wei Zhao felt a sudden weight in her arms. The cat had suddenly grown ten or twenty times larger, transforming into Zhou Qing Xue. Overjoyed, Wei Zhao immediately embraced her tightly.

Zhou Qing Xue's irritated voice came from within the embrace, "Wei Zhao, put me down first. My mother is still here." She struggled to free herself from Wei Zhao.

Embarrassed by the presence of so many onlookers, Wei Zhao quickly released Zhou Qing Xue. Once Zhou Qing Xue was firmly on the ground, she immediately ran to embrace Yao Xin Tong.

"Mother, I thought I would never see you again, sob, sob," Zhou Qing Xue cried, relieved to be alive, embracing Yao Xin Tong.

Yao Xin Tong's eyes also brimmed with tears. "It's okay. We still have a lot of time ahead of us. Don't cry. You should thank your friends for being able to transform back so quickly."

Zhou Qing Xue nodded, managing to stop her tears. She knew she had only one or two months to spend with her mother, as she understood that her mother and Feng Yi Liu did not have much time left. Therefore, she did not want to disturb them too much.

In the evening, Wei Zhao seemed a bit hesitant. She had been living with Zhou Qing Xue since she became a cat, and now that Zhou Qing Xue had transformed back, she was uncertain whether they would still sleep together.

Just when she didn't know where to go, Zhou Qing Xue's voice came from the room, "Why are you still outside? Aren't you sleeping?"

Wei Zhao's face lit up with a big smile as she hurried into the room. Zhou Qing Xue had already laid down on the bed, facing the wall. Wei Zhao undressed and lay down, but she couldn't understand why her heart was beating faster. She simply used her spiritual power to extinguish the light in the room and lay with her back to Zhou Qing Xue.

After a while, there was a rustling sound behind Wei Zhao. It seemed like Zhou Qing Xue poked her back. Zhou Qing Xue softly said, "Wei Zhao, didn't you say we would form a Daoist couple? You wouldn't be thinking of backing out, would you?"

Wei Zhao's ears turned red, "No, I'm not thinking of backing out. I thought, I thought you didn't want to."

Zhou Qing Xue embraced Wei Zhao from behind, "Then you mustn't regret it."

The rustling sound repeated again as Zhou Qing Xue hugged Wei Zhao from behind. Wei Zhao plucked up the courage and hugged Zhou Qing Xue, feeling something soft against her, and realized that Zhou Qing Xue had removed her clothes from inside?

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Wei Zhao's heart softened, and she pressed her lips against Zhou Qing Xue's. She had never expected to care for anyone other than her master, but Zhou Qing Xue seemed to have captivated her, and she embraced the feeling.

Zhou Qing Xue, no longer as lively and arrogant as before, stole a kiss from Wei Zhao. As the evening darkened, their room carried a hint of resentment. In her dream, Wei Zhao found herself in the midst of a vast lake, its rippling surface stirred by gusts of wind. Immersed in the water, her clothes gradually soaked through as her breathing became more hurried. The tepid water enveloped her, carrying her toward the heart of the lake where the ripples grew more dense and splashed against her, creating a flurry of ripples.

When Wei Zhao woke up, she saw Zhou Qing Xue touching a spot on her shoulder. Upon seeing Wei Zhao awake, Zhou Qing Xue asked softly, "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Wei Zhao then remembered the time Zhou Qing Xue had stabbed her in annoyance. The wound had not been deep. "It hasn't hurt for a long time, and there isn't even a scar. If you feel bad about it, a kiss will suffice," Wei Zhao said as a joke, not expecting Zhou Qing Xue to lightly touch her lips to the spot the next moment.

"I won't hurt you again. I care for you," Zhou Qing Xue buried her head into Wei Zhao's shoulder.

Time flew, and two months had passed. With the blessing of Song Zhi Xia's godly fragment, both of them had ascended a few days ago and become beings in the immortal realm. After ascending, the souls of cultivators became immortal and possessed limitless lifespans. The immortal palace had already assigned them their own caves. However, Song Wei Zhi wanted to accompany Feng Yi Liu for the last leg of her journey.

At the moment Song Wei Zhi ascended, the system in her mind bid farewell to her and never appeared again, even when called upon. Song Wei Zhi had completed all her tasks and chosen to stay in this world, never having thought she could accomplish her mission when she first arrived. But now, she had done it, for herself and especially for her little sister.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing a historical novel, and there are still many shortcomings. I am really grateful for everyone's support. I want to bring this story to an end here. There may be a few extra chapters in the future. Let me know if you want to see them, and I will consider writing them. Love you all~

No goodbyes - our next meeting will come soon: "Transmigrating into an Ancient ABO Scum Novel as the Trash A"

Chapter 77

In the blink of an eye, almost three months had passed in a hurry. On this day, Feng Yi Liu leaned on Yao Xin Tong's shoulder, her eyes filled with tears. Embracing the person in her arms as if embracing everything, Yao Xin Tong said, "Senior Sister, don't worry. Wherever you are reborn, I will find you first. This time, no one can keep us apart."

Feng Yi Liu's spirits were not very high, but she still had a smile on her face. "These few months are worth more to me than my twenty years in the Sword Tomb. Xin Tong, don't cry. Even if I am reincarnated, I am still me. I will still like you when we meet, and nothing can separate us."

The tears on Yao Xin Tong's face increased as she felt the person in her arms growing colder. Trembling, she reached to touch Feng Yi Liu's breath, only to feel a chill.

Soon, the stone given to her by Song Wei Zhi began to heat up in her hand, and in her mind appeared the location where Feng Yi Liu would be reborn. Saying goodbye to everyone, she set out alone for the place of Feng Yi Liu's rebirth.

Song Wei Zhi and Song Zhi Xia also prepared to return to their own cave dwellings. Before parting, Song Wei Zhi left a sound transmission stone for Wei Zhao so they could stay in touch. Wei Zhao and Zhou Qing Xue planned to practice cultivation while exploring the world outside the Southern Ming Continent.

Twenty years ago, the Cold Mountain Sword Sect was already one of the four major sects. Yao Xin Tong, at the age of eighteen, was the apple of the sect leader's eye, the most favored person in the Cold Mountain Sword Sect.

At twenty, Feng Yi Liu was recognized as a cultivation genius in the city of Ji Mo, and the foremost disciple of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect. Despite her lofty position, she was kind and always ready to help fellow disciples in need, making her the object of countless disciples' admiration.

Not only was Feng Yi Liu only twenty years old, but she also had advanced cultivation and was adept at handling the sect's affairs, making her everyone's choice as the successor to the sect leader.

Each day, Feng Yi Liu would practice her cultivation in the morning until midday, followed by handling the sect's various chores in the afternoon. For years, she had adhered to this routine without fail, until her exception for Yao Xin Tong.

One day, Yao Xin Tong had been peeking outside the door for quite some time. Feng Yi Liu, with a slight smile on her lips, couldn't possibly be unaware of the meaning behind her actions.

With half-opened red lips, Feng Yi Liu said gently, "Xin Tong? If you have something to say, come in. Why are you sneaking around outside?"

"I didn't want to disturb Senior Sister. I still have some questions about the swordsmanship Senior Sister taught us a few days ago. Could Senior Sister teach me again?" Yao Xin Tong's eyes were bright and lively as she spoke, not forgetting to grab Feng Yi Liu's arm and act coquettishly.

Good-naturedly, Feng Yi Liu put down her pen and said softly, "Fine, let's stop reading, and I'll teach you now."

As the two walked into the courtyard, Yao Xin Tong tugged at Feng Yi Liu's clothing and coaxed, "Senior Sister, would you take me flying on a sword?"

Reaching out, Feng Yi Liu lightly tapped Yao Xin Tong's brow and said with a smile, "Sure, hold on tight."

With a smile on her face, Yao Xin Tong leaned against Feng Yi Liu and acted coy, "Senior Sister, could you teach me the swordsmanship step by step?"

"All right, whatever you say." Feng Yi Liu coaxed softly.

Feng Yi Liu then grabbed Yao Xin Tong's sword-hand and practiced the swordsmanship again, but the person in her arms was clearly not focused on the sword at all, only on herself.

Feng Yi Liu was both amused and exasperated. "Did Junior Sister understand it this time?"

Yao Xin Tong's eyes finally moved, and with a slightly red ear, she babbled, "Huh? Senior Sister taught too quickly just now. Xin Tong didn't learn. Senior Sister, why not teach me again?"

Feng Yi Liu put away the sword and continued to hold Yao Xin Tong. "Okay, I'll teach you slowly this time."

The redness by Yao Xin Tong's ear deepened, but before she could react, Feng Yi Liu's lips suddenly met hers. Caught off guard, Yao Xin Tong felt both surprised and joyful. She simply closed her eyes and let Feng Yi Liu kiss her.

Fulfilling her earlier promise, Feng Yi Liu kissed Yao Xin Tong slowly and meticulously. But it wasn't about teaching swordsmanship this time. Her kiss was gentle, exploring and lingering on Yao Xin Tong's lips. After teasing her, she deepened the kiss until Yao Xin Tong's breathing became irregular, only then did Feng Yi Liu release her.

"How was that? Was it slow enough for you to learn? Xin Tong, did you understand?" Feng Yi Liu asked, with a gentle smile, looking at the person in her arms.

"No, no, I didn't. I wanted to learn swordsmanship, but Senior Sister took advantage of me." Yao Xin Tong said, but her grip around Feng Yi Liu's waist tightened.

"Does Xin Tong not like how I taught you just now? Then I won't do it like that anymore."

"I never said that. If Senior Sister treats Xin Tong like this, then you can't just smile at others in the future. Senior Sister can only belong to me."

"Alright, I am all yours."

Yao Xin Tong wiped her slightly red eyes, feeling that the person in front of her now resembled the person in her memories. After being reincarnated, Feng Yi Liu was now eighteen. For these years, Yao Xin Tong had quietly watched over Feng Yi Liu living in the current place. In this life, Feng Yi Liu had been born into a family of escorts, trained in martial arts from a young age. Even without spiritual roots and power, she still stood out in a crowd, and her parents adored her.

For all these years, Yao Xin Tong had silently protected Feng Yi Liu. But recently, whenever there were other young people around Feng Yi Liu, Yao Xin Tong couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy. Her Senior Sister should be with her.

Yao Xin Tong, looking disheveled, finally collapsed on their way back to the city. She was familiar with Feng Yi Liu and knew that she wouldn't simply ignore a woman in distress. Indeed, shortly after, the clattering sound of a carriage could be heard approaching. When the carriage came close, it stopped.

The person to alight from the carriage was Feng Yi Liu in this life. She instructed her escorts to wait and hurried to Yao Xin Tong's side. Gently helping her up, she asked, "Miss, what's wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Yao Xin Tong's eyes were already red. Seeing the person she longed for not recognizing her was unbearable. Tears quickly welled up in her eyes, and she took a moment to calm down and speak normally. "My money was stolen by bandits. I barely escaped. I don't know if you could give me a ride. I have no other options left." Her plea reached Feng Yi Liu's ears with a quivering voice.

"Sure, we are heading back to Qin City right now, but it's getting dark. We need to stay at a nearby town for the night. If you don't mind, you can come with us," said Feng Yi Liu, feeling an inexplicable connection to someone she had just met, as if they had known each other for years.

"I hope this isn't too forward, but I really don't have the strength to walk. Could you carry me up there?" With teary eyes and a dusty face, Yao Xin Tong leaned on Feng Yi Liu's shoulder, feeling embarrassed.

Feng Yi Liu's ears turned red, and she said, "Of course, Nǚ. Lean around my neck."

After lifting Yao Xin Tong, Feng Yi Liu glanced at the redness around Yao Xin Tong's ears and the smile on her own lips. It seemed that no matter how much time had passed, Yao Xin Tong was still her Junior Sister.

Apart from Feng Yi Liu, there was also a young maidservant of fifteen or sixteen years old in the carriage, Feng Yi Liu's attendant. Seeing Feng Yi Liu carrying a dirty person back to the carriage, the maid's face turned sour.

"Sǒu, why are you bringing someone back again, and to the carriage?" Feng Yi Liu's servant, despite being good in every other aspect, was overly kindhearted.

"Sǒu, don't mind her words," Feng Yi Liu quickly intervened.

"Lady, please excuse her. She's not very good with words. By the way, I haven't asked for your name," Feng Yi Liu said with a smile.

With her body leaning against Feng Yi Liu's shoulder, Yao Xin Tong, feeling embarrassed, said, "I'm Yao Xin Tong. Lady, I'm completely out of strength. Could you let me lean somewhere?"

"Of course, Yao Miss. My name is Feng Yi Liu. You can lean on me for a while. We still have some way to go to the town," Feng Yi Liu said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you, Feng Miss." Yao Xin Tong closed her eyes and rested.

Observing the person nestled against her, Feng Yi Liu couldn't help but smile involuntarily. She felt strangely close to Yao Xin Tong and enjoyed having her close.

On the sidelines, the young maidservant stared at Yao Xin Tong with a pout.

After about an hour, the sky had darkened completely when Feng Yi Liu's entourage finally arrived at an inn in a small town.

Feng Yi Liu watched as Yao Xin Tong, with sleepy eyes, slowly woke up in her embrace. "Yao Miss, we've arrived. Can you walk?"

Yao Xin Tong did not get up, her voice slightly hoarse as she said, "My legs are still weak. Feng Miss, could you carry me? I'm a little scared to be alone. Could I sleep in the same room as you?"

At this moment, an abrupt voice rang out: "You wish! You want to sleep with our young lady?"

"Xiao Lv, don't speak nonsense. Yao Miss, of course you can. Tonight, we'll share a room. Hold me tight, and I'll carry you down," Feng Yi Liu said, lifting Yao Xin Tong in her arms, her eyes filled with joy.

Xiao Lv's eyes almost popped out. She always felt that this Yao Xin Tong was a sly fox spirit. Whenever the young lady met her, it seemed like her soul was being lured away!