Chapter 11 - Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 11 Song Zhi Xia glanced at Song Wei Zhi and saw her calm expression. She knew Song Wei Zhi was concerned about her safety, so she ceased acting coy, took off her outer garment, and got into the tub. The tub was filled with warm spring water, and soaking in it brought relief to both her body and mind. "Zhi Xia, are you ready? If you are, we can begin. The process of refining your spiritual root will take a while, about three hours. As time goes on, you will feel increasing pain. If you can't bear it, just call out to me," Song Wei Zhi cautioned carefully. "Okay, senior sister, I am ready. Let's start," Song Zhi Xia took a deep breath and replied to Song Wei Zhi. Nodding slightly, Song Wei Zhi handed the pill to Song Zhi Xia. Nervous, Song Zhi Xia didn't have time to think and swallowed the pill given to her by Song Wei Zhi. After a while, the medicine scattered throughout her body, and she felt as though countless needles were piercing every part of her. Nevertheless, she managed to endure the pain. The spring water opened the pores all over her body, expelling impurities. After about an hour, the initially clear spring water in the tub had turned pitch-black. Using her spiritual power, Song Wei Zhi drew out the darkened water from the tub and refilled it with fresh spring water from her storage ring. At this point, Song Zhi Xia's eyes were tightly shut, her hands gripping the edges of the tub due to the intense pain, her body trembling uncontrollably. Song Wei Zhi watched Song Zhi Xia in the tub, holding a piece of cloth in her hand, prepared to pass it to her at any moment to prevent her from biting her tongue. Another hour passed, and Song Zhi Xia's hands, gripping the tub, were now bloody. Although she tried to bite down on the cloth, her whole body continued to tremble. This time, the water in the tub became turbid, unlike the first batch, which had turned completely black. Song Wei Zhi replaced the spring water in the tub once again. By this time, Song Zhi Xia was almost exhausted. The cloth in her mouth had fallen, and blood occasionally dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her hands, gripping the edge of the tub, were a bloody mess. She could only stay afloat in the tub because Song Wei Zhi was using her spiritual power to support her. Since she had endured so much suffering, Song Wei Zhi thought it was best for Song Zhi Xia to undergo thorough refinement of her spiritual root. After the third hour, Song Zhi Xia had already passed out in the tub. Sweat covered her forehead and face, as if she had been soaking in water for a long time. Using her spiritual power, Song Wei Zhi removed the tub and dried Song Zhi Xia's body with a purification charm. Then, she carefully placed the person in her bed and examined her injuries. Song Zhi Xia's lips, hands, and feet were all seriously injured, especially her hands, where ten fingers were flesh and blood, with even the nails having fallen off, which tore at Song Wei Zhi's heart. She took out the best healing ointment from her storage ring and evenly applied it to Song Zhi Xia's hands. The torn flesh of her fingers gradually grew new flesh. Then, she applied the ointment to the wounds on Song Zhi Xia's lips, which gradually began to heal. Finally, she applied the ointment to Song Zhi Xia's feet, and since only a few toes were injured, the medicine almost immediately healed the wounds. After doing all this, Song Wei Zhi laid Song Zhi Xia on her bed and sat by the bed to practice her cultivation techniques. She had just checked on Song Zhi Xia's spiritual root repair status. All impurities of the semi-spiritual root had been completely removed from her body, and the remaining half of the spiritual root had also been refined under the effect of the pill. With this level of refinement, it would probably take Song Zhi Xia several hours to wake up. Song Wei Zhi simply set up a protective barrier, rested, and waited for Song Zhi Xia to wake up. As the sun set, there were signs of movement in the bed. Upon sensing this, Song Wei Zhi immediately looked nervously at Song Zhi Xia lying in the bed. "Zhi Xia, how are you feeling? Is the pain still severe?" Song Wei Zhi took out some spring water from her storage ring and gave it to Song Zhi Xia to drink. Feeling as if all the bones in her body had been taken apart, Song Zhi Xia, with a hoarse voice, replied to Song Wei Zhi, "Senior sister, I'm fine." "Just get through this hurdle, and everything will be fine. Here, take this medicine first," Song Wei Zhi fed Song Zhi Xia a qi- and blood-enhancing medicine, after which a hint of color finally returned to Song Zhi Xia's face. "Rest for a while first. It will take some time for your spiritual roots to fully recover." Song Wei Zhi spoke softly to Song Zhi Xia, who then fell back into a deep sleep. She felt as if her body was light and the sensation was entirely different from before. When she woke up, Song Zhi Xia only felt a slight pain in her lips and a fiery pain in her fingers, but the rest of her body no longer felt the dull ache from the previous day. She quickly drifted back to sleep. In the evening, Wei Zhao returned after spending the day outside. After knocking on the door, he entered Song Wei Zhi's room to find a graceful young woman lying on the bed. Wei Zhao didn't dare to stare for too long, so he withdrew his gaze and respectfully said, "Master, I have done as you instructed. However, Song Ruhai and Song Chaoyun are currently normal. Today, they mentioned that the Song family will hold the annual assessment for the outer disciples in a month. Those who pass the assessment will be promoted as inner disciples and will have the opportunity to enter the Linlang Secret Realm." As for the Linlang Secret Realm, the original novel only briefly mentioned it, given that the female protagonist in the original book faced various persecutions as an outer disciple and failed to advance to the inner disciple level due to her half-spiritual root. Hence, the novel did not elaborate on the Linlang Secret Realm. "Good, you have worked hard. Rest in your room for now," Song Wei Zhi instructed Wei Zhao to rest and then pondered over the Linlang Secret Realm. She summoned the system in her mind and asked, "System, could you provide some information on the Linlang Secret Realm?" "Currently, the system cannot provide that information. Please seek it on your own," came the cold, mechanical voice in her mind. Song Wei Zhi had no choice but to give up. A night of meditation not only failed to make Song Wei Zhi feel tired, but instead left her feeling more spirited. She took out some healing medicine from her storage ring and carefully applied it again to Song Zhi Xia's lips and fingers. After a short while, the cuts on Song Zhi Xia's lips healed completely, leaving only the more severe injuries on her fingers, where the newly formed red flesh had almost covered the bare bones, signifying the healing process. Seeing that Song Zhi Xia had not yet woken up, Song Wei Zhi took out her Lishuo Sword and went down the mountain to buy chicken soup, congee, and various other foods. She also purchased different types of rice, flour, condiments, vegetables, and meat, all of which she packed into a storage bag. She had nearly forgotten that she, as a Golden Elixir stage cultivator, didn't need to eat, but Song Zhi Xia was only eighteen years old and had not yet even begun cultivating her Qi. Perhaps she would benefit from eating a little more and growing taller. When Song Zhi Xia woke up and found herself alone in the room, she felt a sense of unease. Based on her past experiences, she was not one to depend on others, but she inexplicably felt a reliance on Song Wei Zhi, whom she had only known for a few days. As Song Wei Zhi pushed the door open and entered, she saw Song Zhi Xia, who had been lost in thought while lying on the bed. But as soon as Song Zhi Xia saw her, her eyes lit up, resembling an adorable kitten seeing its master. A smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of Song Wei Zhi's lips. "You're awake, Zhi Xia. Are you feeling better? Have you noticed any changes in your body?" Song Wei Zhi sat by the bed and asked softly. "Other than a little pain in my fingers, I feel much lighter," Song Zhi Xia, with her naturally captivating eyes, smiled as if blossoming flowers, making her even more enchanting. "Good, your spiritual root refinement was very successful. You now possess a pure fire spirit root. Well done," Song Wei Zhi thought sincerely. Enduring that level of pain indeed required great determination. "Senior sister, can I start practicing cultivation now? I also want to become as powerful as you... so that I can protect you." Unfortunately, Song Zhi Xia only thought these words and did not voice them out loud. "Of course, you can. The cultivation speed of a single spiritual root is the fastest. I believe in you. However, in the world of cultivation, when a battle occurs, it's not just the two individuals fighting; it's also the battle between their spiritual beasts. At the moment, and when necessary, you'll often have to face two opponents alone. Are you ready for that?" Song Wei Zhi asked solemnly, and Song Zhi Xia listened attentively. "I'm ready, senior sister. I will protect you and Little Chicken to the best of my abilities," the girl's gaze was clear and determined. "Good. But before you learn all this, the most pressing task is to feed you," Song Wei Zhi said, using her spiritual power to place a small table next to the bed and then setting a clay pot of chicken soup and a bowl of congee on it. She continued, "I didn't know your preferences, so I bought these two things because you were sleeping so soundly. Now it's time for you to eat, and then we will continue." Song Zhi Xia never expected that Song Wei Zhi wasn't merely buying food for her. Even when she was sick in the past, her foster parents had never bought her any food. Even medicine was something she had never taken before coming here. When sick, she had always borne it on her own, and if she couldn't endure it, her foster parents would consider her a burden, wasteful of their provisions. "Thank you, senior sister. I... I feel like I'm troubling you too much. Although I have never practiced cultivation, I still understand the value of time for a cultivator. I've already taken up too much of your time these days," Song Zhi Xia said, her eyes slightly tinted red. She didn't know why, but in the past, no matter how her foster parents scolded and beat her, she never shed tears. However, whenever she was with Song Wei Zhi, she found herself unable to hold back the tears.