Chapter 40 - Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 40 After finally making her way back to her room, tears trickled down Song Zhi Xia's cheeks, but she dared not cry too loudly for fear of letting Song Wei Zhi know. She could only sob quietly on her bed, her mind in disarray. Her Senior Sister had never truly wanted her. It had all been her own wishful thinking. The thought of this made even more tears well up in her eyes, soaking a small patch of her sheets. On the other side, the disciples from the Tian family outside the courtyard fled in panic. Song Ru Hai, assisted by He Qing Mei, also retreated to rest in his room after the incident. Having lost his son and being injured by Song Wei Zhi, he had no choice but to spend his days recuperating in seclusion. This led to a loss of morale. With Song Ru Hai absent, many of the Song family's disciples, who had always admired their sect leader, were shocked to see his true nature. Many chose to leave and join other sects. During this time, Tian Ming was left to handle the trivial matters in the sect, leaving him feeling overwhelmed. In the past few days, Song Wei Zhi had sent Wei Zhao out to gather information. She wanted to leave Linhai City as soon as possible with Song Zhi Xia. However, she was hesitant because there was still one fragment of spirit left in Linhai City. She had no choice but to continue staying. However, she couldn't shake off the strange attitude her little sister had been showing towards her. At first, it seemed like she was avoiding her, but later, it seemed no different from before. Song Wei Zhi began to suspect it was all in her head. However, Song Wei Zhi soon became too preoccupied to dwell on these thoughts. Wei Zhao's investigations over the past few days had revealed that Song Ru Hai often visited the family shrine for long periods of time. The shrine had been constructed in a very secluded location and was off-limits to others. Following Wei Zhao, Song Wei Zhi entered the shrine. It was hidden in a remote corner and appeared to require a certain technique to open. After setting up a barrier using her spiritual power, no one with Yuan Ying cultivation could detect any movements inside. She then used the Li Shuo Sword to break the barrier, instructing Wei Zhao to guard outside. As Song Wei Zhi stepped into the shrine, she felt no abnormality. What caught her eye were rows of memorial tablets. She summoned the system to scan, quickly pinpointing the second spirit fragment in a wooden box at the top of the shrine. She tried to use her spiritual power to break the prohibition at the top of the shrine, but was instead thrown back by a stronger spiritual force, hitting the shrine's wall. Her already fair complexion grew even paler, with blood trickling from her lips and a buzzing in her ears. She had indeed underestimated the prohibition. After wiping the blood from her lips, Song Wei Zhi asked the system, "What is the situation with this prohibition?" The mechanical voice of the system replied in her mind, "This prohibition was set by a Nascent Divinity stage cultivator and requires sufficient spiritual power to break." After taking two pills, Song Wei Zhi continued to input spiritual power into the prohibition at the top of the shrine. However, she was thrown back once again. She continued to replenish her strength with medication and attempted to dismantle the prohibition. As the day turned to night, Song Wei Zhi tirelessly repeated the process of dismantling the prohibition, consuming countless pills and coughing up blood. Finally, just before midnight, she broke the prohibition and used her last shred of spiritual power to retrieve the box from the beam. She felt a sense of relief, having found the second spirit fragment for her little sister. With a faint smile on her pale face, she was utterly drained, even struggling to walk. Upon emerging from the shrine, Wei Zhao was startled. "Master, why do you look so unwell? Have you been injured?" Song Wei Zhi, with one hand over her chest, felt her blood surging and a metallic taste in her mouth. After a moment, she replied, "I'm fine. Please take me back." Noting his master's injury, Wei Zhao didn't dare delay, carrying her back using his own spiritual device. Back in her room, Song Wei Zhi ingested numerous pills and started meditating. It took her an entire day to regain some color in her face and restore about 30-40% of her spiritual power. Taking out the box, Song Wei Zhi opened it to reveal a pale yellow mist. Closing the box, she intended to give it to her little sister. It had been days since she had seen Song Zhi Xia. The fact that she had been clinging to her so tightly before made her realize how much she missed her little sister. Meanwhile, Song Zhi Xia had been practicing in her room for the past few days, gradually recovering. However, she didn't know how to face her Senior Sister. Whenever she thought of Song Wei Zhi, she felt like her Senior Sister only saw her as a sister, which pained her. Yet, with several days having passed without seeing Song Wei Zhi, she couldn't help but worry. Soon, a series of knocks came at the door. Song Zhi Xia's heart began to flutter. Only her Senior Sister would come looking for her. But she still didn't know how to face her Senior Sister and felt a mix of anger and affection. Taking a deep breath, she stood up to answer the door. Upon seeing Song Wei Zhi at the door, Song Zhi Xia couldn't help but fixate on her. She felt her Senior Sister didn't look too well, which worried her. "Senior Sister, you've come." "What's wrong? Can't I come to see Xia Xia?" Song Wei Zhi spoke softly, her voice carrying some weariness. Combined with her paler complexion, it furrowed Song Zhi Xia's brow. Was her Senior Sister feeling unwell? "Senior Sister, are you feeling unwell? Please have a seat first," Song Zhi Xia forgot all about her grievances when she saw her Senior Sister. "I'm fine. Open this," Song Wei Zhi smiled as she handed a dark box to Song Zhi Xia. Following her instructions, Song Zhi Xia opened the box, revealing a pale yellow mist inside. "Senior Sister, what is this?" Song Zhi Xia felt an inexplicable familiarity with the substance. Song Wei Zhi's eyes softened. "It's your spirit fragment." Song Zhi Xia's eyes widened. Her first spirit fragment had been obtained by her Senior Sister at great risk from Jiao Long, so she imagined the second fragment wouldn’t be any easier to find. She anxiously grasped Song Wei Zhi's hand. "Senior Sister, did you get injured again for this? No wonder your complexion is so pale. All for my sake," Song Zhi Xia felt conflicted. She felt both distressed for her Senior Sister and guilty, as if her Senior Sister’s injuries were somehow her fault. Tears welled up in Song Zhi Xia's eyes, but she managed to hold them back. Song Wei Zhi comforted her, "I'm fine. Look, I'm perfectly fine, right?" Song Zhi Xia looked at Song Wei Zhi, seeing her pale face and strained smile. Her heart tightened. Her Senior Sister had always been so gentle towards her. Even when injured, she was comforting her. Song Zhi Xia closed the box and pushed it back, telling Song Wei Zhi, "I don't want this spirit fragment. Senior Sister, you got injured again for this. I don’t want it anymore." Seeing her little sister crying, Song Wei Zhi sighed. She had promised to protect her little sister. How had she ended up making her cry again? Reaching for her little sister's hand, Song Wei Zhi wiped away her tears, her fingertip feeling the warmth of Song Zhi Xia's tears, which pierced her heart. She felt a pang of guilt for making her little sister cry. Trying to console her little sister, Song Wei Zhi’s voice grew softer, like a gentle breeze between mountains, "How can you not want it? It's a gift from me to you." Song Zhi Xia sat, tears flowing uncontrollably. After hearing Song Wei Zhi's words, she shook her head repeatedly. "I don't want it. Senior Sister got injured for this. This is for Senior Sister to keep." Seeing her distraught little sister, Song Wei Zhi had no choice but to hold her, promising to comfort her before persuading her to accept the spirit fragment. At first, her actions had been driven by the system’s requirements, but over time, her care for Song Zhi Xia had become almost instinctive. She hoped her little sister would grow stronger and find happiness, wishing for a bright future for her. Seeing that her little sister was not receptive, Song Wei Zhi lifted her, "Xia Xia, relax. Next time, I will definitely protect myself, alright? Seeing you cry makes my heart ache." As the little girl continued to sob, Song Wei Zhi struggled to comfort her. Suddenly, she recalled the kiss from their time in the secret realm. At that time, the little girl had also been inconsolable until after the kiss, which had slightly softened her demeanor. Observing the trembling figure in front of her, Song Wei Zhi leaned in and planted a kiss on the little girl's cheek. The little girl seemed stunned, with two teardrops about to fall. Song Wei Zhi's sudden action had caught the tears, leaving them suspended on her eyelashes, a rather endearing sight. Seeing that this tactic was effective, Song Wei Zhi's lips curled slightly. After all, she thought, it's just her niece, so another kiss wouldn't hurt. She gazed at the little girl's rosy lips and uncontrollably licked her own, curious about the taste of her little Xia Xia. For a moment, Song Wei Zhi felt a twinge of confusion. Was this what it felt like to feel for a niece? She didn't have time to dwell on this, as the sight of the peach-colored lips clouded her mind, causing her to impulsively lean in for a kiss. Author's note: Song Wei Zhi: Can niece-to-niece kisses be addictive? (Confused.jpg) Song Zhi Xia: It's my first time sitting on Senior Sister's lap~ (Shy.jpg) Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided nourishing nutrients between 2021-05-10 21:31:19 and 2021-05-12 20:11:34~ Thank you to the little angels who launched the rocket: Anonymous A, 41940765 (1 each); Thank you for providing nourishing nutrients: 47673361 (20 bottles); Anonymous A (13 bottles); Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu (10 bottles); mik_hcjf (8 bottles).