Chapter 63 - Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 63 Zhou Chengwen looked at his sister suffering alongside Wei Zhao and hurriedly said, "Qing Xue, don't be afraid. Father listens to mother the most. I'll ask mother to plead for you. You'll be fine soon. I'll be right back." With that, he quickly left. Not daring to delay for a moment, Zhou Chengwen immediately went to Yao Xintong's residence. "Mother, something bad happened. My sister got locked up in the water dungeon along with Wei Zhao." ◇思◇兔◇網◇ "What? How could this happen?" Yao Xintong asked anxiously. "Wei Zhao is badly injured. My sister wanted to save her, but father wouldn't let Wei Zhao out of the water dungeon. He even said that if my sister doesn't admit her wrongdoings, she'll have to stay in there with Wei Zhao," Zhou Chengwen's mind was still somewhat muddled even as he explained the situation. Upon hearing this, Yao Xintong immediately went to find Zhou Yeran. On seeing Yao Xintong, Zhou Yeran said calmly, "If you've come to plead for them, there's no need." "Elder brother, the kids are not at fault to begin with. Even if they were, they've already been punished. Please release them soon," Yao Xintong implored. "Releasing Qing Xue is fine, but as for that Wei Zhao, she's nothing but trouble. Releasing her will only cause me trouble," Zhou Yeran retorted coldly. "Elder brother, Qing Xue has finally found someone she loves. I don't want the kids to have any regrets," Yao Xintong said, seemingly recalling her past. "Hmph, regretting marrying me? Right, all these years, I'm afraid you never forgot about your traitorous senior sister. If not for protecting her, you wouldn't have married me," Zhou Yeran sneered and continued, "I advise you to be smarter and not let your actions harm your traitorous senior sister." Shaking her head, Yao Xintong, with her eyes reddening, said, "Don't harm her. You clearly promised me that if I married you, you would spare her. I just... I just want our daughter to be with the one she loves." Zhou Yeran, ultimately somewhat softhearted, couldn't ignore the fact that she was his own daughter. Besides, Wei Zhao was now at death's door. Her cultivation at the Yuan Ying stage was nothing to him. If Wei Zhao dared to defy him again, it would be as easy as getting rid of her, now that both Song Weizhi and Song Zhixia were already dead. "Fine, go and take them back for treatment," Zhou Yeran instructed Qiyingzhe and Yao Xintong to release the prisoners. As soon as Yao Xintong entered the water dungeon, she saw her daughter, Qing Xue, huddled in a corner, embracing Wei Zhao. In order to prevent Wei Zhao from being immersed in the water, she used her spiritual power to create a thin layer of insulation around them. However, this continuously drained her spiritual power, leaving Qing Xue looking unwell. Yao Xintong immediately rescued them. Qing Xue carried Wei Zhao and flew back to her own residence on her sword. After using the Purification Technique to cleanse the dirt from their bodies, Qing Xue fed Wei Zhao spiritual medicine. It was only then that she felt a slight sense of relief, but the thought of her father's actions made her heart ache like a knife. Wei Zhao was seriously injured, and it took a whole ten days of recuperation before she finally regained consciousness. During this time, Qing Xue spared no effort in feeding her medicinal herbs. Upon waking up, Wei Zhao's eyes squinted due to the bright light in the room. Her body experienced waves of pain, and her voice, hoarse from not speaking for a long time, asked, "Where is my master?" Qing Xue, looking weary, had been taking care of Wei Zhao for more than ten days without rest. Upon hearing Wei Zhao's question, she was unsure how to answer. If she told the truth, Wei Zhao probably wouldn't want her to save her again. After much consideration, she decided to wait until Wei Zhao's condition stabilized before telling her the truth. "She's in the disciple's practice room. I'll take you there once you've recovered," Qing Xue explained with a flickering gaze. Unbeknownst to Wei Zhao, she had already distanced herself from Qing Xue. If she found out the truth, she might not even want to look at her again. Qing Xue quietly reached out and took the earring from Wei Zhao's hand but still blocked her in front of her, saying, "You're in no condition to even move now, how will you go see Song Weizhi? You'll only be stopped and achieve nothing. You're in no position to save her right now." Wei Zhao nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go back to my residence to rest. You need not concern yourself with me." With that, Wei Zhao, enduring the pain throughout her body, got off the bed. Qing Xue tried to assist her, but Wei Zhao pushed her away and staggered towards her own residence. What was originally not far ended up taking over an hour. By the time she reached her residence, Wei Zhao was already exhausted. Fortunately, her room was stocked with healing medicines, which she took before collapsing. It would take a month to recover from her injuries. Despite only regaining fifty percent of her strength, Wei Zhao's body remained weak due to prolonged immersion in the water dungeon. However, she couldn't afford to wait any longer. Her master's life was still at stake, and she couldn't focus on recuperation. Thus, as soon as she felt slightly better, she hastily made her way to the practice room. Naturally, the disciples on guard did not allow Wei Zhao to enter. However, Qing Xue had already informed them to notify her immediately if Wei Zhao appeared. Qing Xue arrived on her sword, anticipating Wei Zhao's urgency, but she did not expect it to come so soon. She looked at the Wei Zhao before her with some trepidation, unsure of what to say. "Miss Zhou, please have your people let me in. I need to save my master," Wei Zhao said in a forceful tone, her face pale and weariness evident in her eyes. Qing Xue's lips moved slightly, but she couldn't utter a word. Ultimately, she couldn't deceive Wei Zhao, as the wrongdoing was truly her father's. "Song Weizhi was pushed into the magma under the practice room by my father. I fear she might already be... already..." Qing Xue's voice trailed off, unable to look Wei Zhao in the eyes. With tear-filled eyes, Wei Zhao grasped Qing Xue's wrist, "What? My master? No, I don't believe it. You, take me in to see her. She's so powerful, nothing can happen to her. Nothing can happen to her." "Wei Zhao, I know that Song Weizhi's death has a huge impact on you. You need to calm down first. Your injuries still haven't healed," Qing Xue tried to persuade her to go back and rest. Wei Zhao pushed her hand away and shouted, "How can I calm down? If it were your father who died, could you stay calm?" Stepping back, Qing Xue's eyes welled up with tears. "I know my father did something wrong, but is Song Weizhi really that important to you?" "Yes, she's even more important to me than you can imagine. Satisfied? Miss Zhou, if you don't want to let me in, then I'll have to force my way in," Wei Zhao said, already taking out her whip, ready to take action. After wiping her tears, Xiaoyi, fearing that Wei Zhao's old wounds would reopen, reluctantly gestured for the guards to let Wei Zhao in. Passing through the suffocating corridors of the training room, they arrived at the secret chamber containing the staircase. Opening the secret chamber, Qing Xue led the way, guiding Wei Zhao down the steps. In no time, they reached the same platform Qing Xue had visited before. Seeing the endless expanse of magma around the platform, Wei Zhao's heart stopped beating. She stood rooted to the spot, and when she eventually regained her senses, she seemed ready to jump directly into the rolling magma. Luckily, Qing Xue rushed forward and grabbed Wei Zhao from behind, preventing her from jumping into the molten rock. "What's the use of jumping down? Do you want to turn into ash?" she pleaded. "Let go of me! My master is down there. Even if she turns to ash, I will go down and find her," Wei Zhao, with red eyes, seemed close to losing her composure. "How can you go down without making sure you'll be able to save her? What if Song Weizhi hasn't died yet? How will you be able to save her by jumping in like this?" Qing Xue firmly held Wei Zhao, preventing her from taking a leap into the magma. After calming down for a while, Wei Zhao gradually regained her composure. The top priority was to find a way to avoid the magma, allowing her to save her master. Stepping back, Wei Zhao released her grip on Qing Xue's arm and spoke coldly, "Miss Zhou, when we meet again, we'll be enemies. I won't harm you if you let me go, but I must kill your father." With tears in her eyes, she turned and left. "Where are you going, Wei Zhao?" Qing Xue asked, her voice choked with tears, but Wei Zhao had already gone too far to hear her. Sitting on the platform, Qing Xue clutched the earring Wei Zhao had returned to her, tears falling from her eyes. She couldn't understand why everything was going so wrong – why her father had changed so much. Why did Song Weizhi hold such an important position in Wei Zhao's heart? Meanwhile, at the lowest point of the magma, Song Weizhi had sunk deeper during the past month. She had briefly regained consciousness several times, from a quarter of an hour in the beginning to half an hour, an hour, and now, she could stay awake for two hours each day. However, as her periods of wakefulness increased, the pain in her body became increasingly pronounced. Despite enduring the burning sensation from the magma, Song Weizhi understood that being alive was a good thing. Regardless of everything, as long as she endured, she would be able to see her little girl. Consequently, the physical and spiritual pain became more tolerable. After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Weizhi felt the pain in her body gradually lessen as new flesh and blood formed around her spiritual core and dantian. However, the growth of this new flesh and blood was slow, and she had to endure the burning of the magma. Thus, the slightest growth brought excruciating pain. Nonetheless, Song Weizhi had long since become accustomed to the temperature of the magma. She only knew that her little girl was still waiting for her, and those cursed individuals had not yet perished. She had to hold on, using up all her energy to find a way out of this hellish place, relying solely on herself. Gradually, her bones and flesh started to grow slowly, undergoing repeated refinement in the magma, becoming resistant to being burned as they had been before. Ironically, in the magma, Song Weizhi felt as if she were soaking in a warm spring. 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