Late at night, a crescent moon climbed up onto the top of the willow tree.
Liu Shuang sat alone at the table, the shadow of the candlestick swaying on the tip of her nose.
She rested her chin on her hand, her serene profile reddening slightly in the flickering firelight, her eyebrow tips furrowing like willow leaves.
This morning, before parting ways with Shen Qiqi, she had deliberately approached her to try to uncover her true identity.
She believed that if Shen Qiqi had also been reborn, her strength would definitely be higher than it is now. With her current cultivation, she could easily kill the sect master with one palm strike, so it should have been easy to sense Shen Qiqi's level of skill.
But no matter how she probed, she was like a blank piece of paper, without any flaws.
Shen Qiqi's spiritual roots and cultivation seemed to be completely unchanged from before, and she even stood still, blushing with a pretty face, completely defenseless as she invaded her spiritual sea.
Was Shen Qiqi still the same person she used to be, and had not been reborn like her? But why was her behavior so strange today?
Lost in thought, Liu Shuang raised her hand, and a wisp of black smoke flew out of her sleeve, transforming into a chubby bird that perched on her fingertip and affectionately rubbed against her finger.
Liu Shuang gently scratched its head and said in a soft voice, "Go."
Following her orders, the black bird obediently floated out of the window, agilely seeking Shen Qiqi's room.
It was already the middle of the night, and Qing Fēng mountain was silent, only the sound of insects and mountain springs could be heard.
Many people had already fallen into a deep sleep, and Shen Qiqi's room was also dark.
The black bird turned into a wisp of smoke and quietly flowed in along the tightly closed eaves of the window, drifting towards Shen Qiqi on the bed.
Flapping its wings, it was like a high-definition camera, allowing Liu Shuang to clearly see the scene inside the room through the black bird.
She saw Shen Qiqi's hand buried in her shirt, resting on her warm belly, revealing a small, fair waist. The other hand was resting casually by her side as she slept soundly, snoring loudly.
As she slept, she talked in her sleep, "I want...wifi...surfing, wuwuwu..."
The little black bird couldn't quite hear her and hopped closer to listen. Just then, Shen Qiqi turned over and flung her hand in the air, accidentally swatting the bird and sending it flying.
The bird tumbled to the ground, dazed and confused, and let out a few pitiful cries. But it quickly got up and hopped onto the bed, where Shen Qiqi absentmindedly trapped it under her armpit, mistaking it for a pillow. The bird squirmed and chirped in protest.
Looking at Shen Qiqi's sleeping face, Liu Shuang sighed and said to the bird, "Well, let's leave her alone for now." She realized there was no rush, and the journey ahead would be long.
It was Shen Qiqi's first night in this new world, and she slept soundly without any awareness. If it weren't for the melodious voice of the green hawk, she could have slept until noon.
The only downside was the jade pillow that ancient people used to sleep on was hard and uncomfortable compared to the soft modern pillows. When she was awakened, she felt a bit of a crick in her neck.
The green hawk was a guardian beast of Qing Fēng Mountain and responsible for guarding the gate. It sang like a bird and would call out a few times every morning around 7 or 8 o'clock to remind the disciples inside and outside the gate to get up and go to school.
Shen Qiqi grumbled as she rolled around in bed, but eventually got up and changed into the white school uniform of the Qingli Sect. She couldn't believe that as a former office worker who had graduated from school years ago, she was now experiencing school life all over again in this world of fantasy and adventure. It was truly a sad state of affairs.
Qingli Sect had seven major peaks, with Qing Fēng Mountain led by the headmaster being the most prominent. The other five peaks had their own unique scenery and housed other disciples, with the lowest being Chi Fēng Mountain, which was where the outer disciples lived.
Both inner and outer disciples had morning classes, but there were more students outside and it required several teachers to handle them. The inner disciples were fewer in number, with only 49 people making up a class, and one teacher was enough to teach them.
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Each peak master of every mountain is formidable in strength, almost all of them are cultivators in the Yuan Ying stage.
The Sect Master, Shen Jue, went into seclusion for cultivation a year ago, and it is said that her strength is approaching the Deity Transformation stage.
But even though she has such a strong father, she still has to attend classes.
Shen Qiqi stood in the courtyard, thinking about how to find the location for her class.
Just then, she noticed that many people were flying on swords in the sky, including some disciples she had seen yesterday.
Shen Qiqi slapped her forehead and thought, "Hey, I can also fly on a sword!"
She went back to her room and took out the original owner's lifelong sword. She carefully recalled the sword technique she had set before and silently recited it in her heart. She felt the heavy sword in her hand gradually becoming lighter.
"Let's go!" Shen Qiqi decisively stepped on the sword and flew into the sky.
But it was her first time using this groundbreaking mode of transportation, and she couldn't control the speed. She braked too hard and almost fell from mid-air.
The passing disciples saw someone using the sword technique so poorly for the first time and looked at her with shock.
Shen Qiqi awkwardly hugged the sword handle and finally stood firm. Looking down, she saw the magnificent and vast scenery of the mountains and rivers shrouded in clouds and mist, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
She couldn't help but sigh, "Luckily, I don't have acrophobia, or else I would have died on the spot."
"Junior sister!" Suddenly someone called out from behind, "Junior sister Shen!"
Is he calling me?
Shen Qiqi was stunned and turned around with difficulty on the sword. She saw a handsome man in white clothes sitting on a gourd, floating towards her.
Although it's called sword technique, it's actually a general term for flying skills in the sky. There are all kinds of things like brooms, fans, pots and pans, and even donkeys to ride on. It's very spectacular.
The man in white flew to her side and smiled, "Junior sister Shen, are you up so early today?"
Shen Qiqi looked at his school uniform and guessed that he was an inner disciple, but she didn't know which senior or junior brother he was. But judging from his ponytail hairstyle, maybe he was...
She asked tentatively, "Third senior Brother?"
"Hmm? What's up?" Third senior Brother blinked.
Shen Qiqi's heart thumped and fell back to its original place. As expected, this person was her Third senior Brother, Qin Qing.
Qin Qing was actually a bit complicated. He had a love-hate relationship with the female lead.
Since this was a novel with a strong female lead, there were bound to be multiple romantic storylines. However, because the female lead was so tragic, all the romantic storylines were cruelly cut off by the author in the later stages of the novel.
Qin Qing and Liu Shuang were originally close friends who admired each other's ideas.
Actually, Qin Qing helped the female lead a lot in the early stages, but he was too righteous. After the female lead fell into demonic cultivation, their positions were opposed and they became enemies.
When they met again, it was at the final battle where all the major sects were encircling the female lead.
Thousands of powerful cultivators who came to hunt her down stood behind Qin Qing, and the female lead stood alone with no one by her side.
As the war drums sounded, the cultivators rushed forward. Qin Qing was at the forefront of the team, and as their eyes met, a sword deeply pierced Liu Shuang's chest, splattering blood on Qin Qing's face and white clothes.
Liu Shuang lowered her head. She recognized the sword, and its owner was Qin Qing.
Qin Qing looked at her with no trace of the affection he had for her before, only deep-seated resentment after losing his master and fellow apprentices.
Finally, Liu Shuang laughed wildly, dug out his heart, and stomped on it. The heart was bloody and still beating.
Thinking back to this, Shen Qiqi couldn't help but lower her head and glance at Qin Qing's chest.
Qin Qing shuddered inexplicably. "Junior sister...why is your gaze so eerie?"
"It's nothing." Shen Qiqi forced a laugh and silently stood a little further away.
Who knows how she came up with such a twisted plot before, but compared to what Liu Shuang had suffered, it was child's play...
It was clear that the closer someone was to the female lead, the more tragic their end. Keep your distance, always keep your distance!
Shen Qiqi followed behind Qin Qing and arrived at Xueya in a daze.
Xueya was the place where all disciples attended morning classes, and the classroom for inner disciples was located on the top floor, where the scenery and lighting were the best.
As Shen Qiqi walked into the classroom, she saw a group of people huddled together whispering, each with a different expression. When they saw her come in, one of them smiled and greeted her, "Junior sister, come here quickly, there's something fun."
Qin Qing wasn't with them, so she sat alone on the side. Shen Qiqi had no choice but to walk over in front of everyone and asked, "What's going on?"
A female disciple motioned with her mouth to the back and said with a grin, "Look for yourself."
Shen Qiqi looked up and saw Liu Shuang standing behind the desk, her back straight and expressionless. She seemed accustomed to this and muttered something under her breath before cleaning the surface of the desk and chair.
"Tsk, boring," the female disciple snorted and turned her head.
After watching for a while, Shen Qiqi suddenly realized that Liu Shuang had once again been bullied on campus, and someone had probably put something on her chair. Luckily, she had discovered it in time.
This was not the first time such a thing had happened. Every day, someone would play pranks on her using different methods, hoping to make her look bad. Many people found pleasure in this.
One person regretted, "I collected a lot of itching powder from the back mountain and sprinkled it on this waste's chair. If she hadn't noticed just now, it would probably be on the ground by now."
Amid the laughter of everyone, Liu Shuang sat down calmly, her expression unchanged. Watching her cold figure, Shen Qiqi felt a pang of heartache and bitterness.
In fact, when she was describing these scenes, she was purely indulging in cruelty and had no empathy whatsoever. But when she saw these scenes presented before her eyes, an unbearable impulse arose.
She suddenly forgot about her previous "keep your distance" mindset and sat down beside Liu Shuang without thinking.
Liu Shuang glanced at her coldly and moved her eyes away, saying, "This is not your seat."
Shen Qiqi asked, "Then who is sitting here?"
Liu Shuang couldn't answer. In fact, the seats on both sides had been empty all along, and hardly anyone was willing to sit with her.
So she instinctively thought that Shen Qiqi had come to mock her.
Many people also noticed the situation here and looked over, waiting to see the show.
Shen Qiqi smiled with her eyes bent when she didn't get her answer: "If there's no one here, then it shouldn't be a problem for me to sit, right?"
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I struggled to write this chapter for a long time today...orzzz Thank you everyone! (Bows)"
Translator's note: Yeah!, Sit sit, sit beside your wife!
To Be Continue!...