Chapter 67 - Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 67 "Heh heh, thank you, Master. I've been well-fed these days." The man's grating voice echoed from the demon sword. Ignoring him, Song Wei Zhi coldly snorted and soon returned to the inn. The woman lying on the bed had already woken up. Seeing the woman awaken, Song Wei Zhi walked up to the bed and pulled up a chair, "Senior, how should I address you?" "Heh, I am Feng Yi Liu, the traitor of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect as spoken of by their people. It was about twenty years ago, at that time, I was almost the same age as you are now. I was the sect's leading disciple and considered a once-in-a-century immortal cultivation genius by the entire Ji Mo City. At that time, I had a junior sister I was fond of, Yao Xin Tong. We grew up together at the Cold Mountain Sword Sect. She is the daughter of the sect leader, and she always clung to me since childhood. In my eyes, there was only room for her. We had already decided to become Dao companions." Feng Yi Liu cleared his throat and continued, "But things took a sudden turn. Xin Tong's father was suddenly ensnared by the Yin Soul Sect, first falling into demonic cultivation and then dying from a burst body. With the sect in disarray, I stood up and led several junior brothers and sisters with high cultivation levels to seek revenge on the Yin Soul Sect. We were ambushed on the way, only I survived. When I returned to the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, everything had changed. My senior brother, Zhou Ye Ran, who used to respect me, accused me of colluding with the Yin Soul Sect. He found correspondence with the Yin Soul Sect in my residence and had already secured the support of the five elders by using treasures from the sect. Coupled with the fact that only I survived the ambush, more and more people started to stand on Zhou Ye Ran's side. Later, I learned that the ambush was orchestrated by Zhou Ye Ran. A lie repeated a hundred times becomes the truth, and soon I was condemned to die." As Feng Yi Liu spoke, her eyes gradually reddened, "Zhou Ye Ran was a master at deception. He long coveted my junior sister. After my junior sister pleaded with him to spare me, he agreed to let her marry him in exchange for sparing my life. She thought he would really let me live and go on to live on another continent. In reality, he imprisoned me in the heart of the sword mound. Being injured by the sword energy every day was usual, but at noon, I would suffer unbearable agony, as if pierced by innumerable arrows. That beast Zhou Ye Ran would come to give me medicine from time to time to ensure I wouldn't die easily. That beast would also talk to me about him and Xin Tong. Each time, I only regretted my inability to take a sword and kill that beast." Before encountering Song Wei Zhi, Feng Yi Liu had long been as good as dead, knowing she wouldn't survive for a few more days. She only regretted not being able to protect her loved ones at that time, instead causing her junior sister to be humiliated. She regretted being too naive, letting the people around her frame her as a spy for the Yin Soul Sect. Song Wei Zhi's fists tightened as she listened. She only wanted to put an end to Zhou Ye Ran immediately. If Xia Xia weren't the original female lead and she didn't have the system by her side, she and her little girl would probably also struggle to escape such a fate. She would have been reduced to ashes long ago. "So, Senior Yao always thought you were living well in another place?" Song Wei Zhi asked, gritting her teeth. Feng Yi Liu nodded weakly. Stifling the bitter taste in her heart, Song Wei Zhi stood up abruptly, "Senior, I will take you to see Senior Yao now and expose Zhou Ye Ran's true colors." With a sigh, Feng Yi Liu shook her head, "My body—I suppose you noticed when you transferred spiritual energy to me earlier—is probably not going to hold up for much longer. I have a few more days, at most. Thank you, Miss. If you hadn't brought me out, I wouldn't have been able to hold on to my last shred of life. Disturb her no more; I've already caused her enough harm in her life." Suppressing the sourness in her heart, Song Wei Zhi nodded, "Alright, I promise, we'll just take a brief look at her and then leave." Several hours later, as night fell, Song Wei Zhi carried Feng Yi Liu on her sword and headed to Yao Xin Tong's residence, followed closely by Wei Zhao. However, when they arrived at Yao Xin Tong's residence, it was empty. The pitch-black courtyard was lit up with torches, and at the forefront was Qi Ying Zhe, whom they hadn't seen in a long time. He knew that Song Wei Zhi had killed many disciples of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, yet he still carried himself with the same confident bearing, "Miss Song, Master has already anticipated your arrival sooner or later. We have been waiting for you. He said to invite you to the main hall; Master's wife is also there." "Miss, I, someone at death's door, have caused trouble for you again," Feng Yi Liu's feeble voice sounded from Song Wei Zhi's back. With a clear gaze, Song Wei Zhi stared at the disciples in front of her without fear and lightly laughed, "The thing I fear the least in my life is trouble. It's best to clean up any messes." Looking at Qi Ying Zhe, Song Wei Zhi continued, "Let's go, are we supposed to wait here for death?" Although Song Wei Zhi still appeared to have reached the consummation stage of the Golden Core realm, she had killed many highly cultivated disciples. Even Li Qing Yuan had turned into ashes. Upon hearing her words, the disciples scattered; only Qi Ying Zhe remained. Ignoring him, Song Wei Zhi and Wei Zhao ascended their flying swords and headed for the main hall. As expected, the main hall was bustling. Zhou Ye Ran, the five elders, Yao Xin Tong, and the accompanying Zhou Qing Xue and Zhou Cheng Wen were all present. At first glance, Yao Xin Tong noticed the person on Song Wei Zhi's back. The person looked extremely pale, with a sickly expression in their features, a stark contrast from the Feng Yi Liu she had known twenty years ago. Yao Xin Tong staggered to Song Wei Zhi's side, reaching out to touch Feng Yi Liu's shoulder, whispering softly, "How did it come to this? What happened to your body?" "Zhou Ye Ran, how could Senior Sister end up like this?" Yao Xin Tong questioned loudly, her scorching tears already flowing. Zhou Ye Ran gave a light chuckle, "Indeed, didn't I promise to spare her life? She isn't dead yet, but she probably won't last another day or two." "What have you done to her?" Yao Xin Tong's eyes were red as she yelled at Zhou Ye Ran. "Not much, just imprisoned her in the heart of the sword mound. I make her suffer the agony of being pierced by numerous arrows every day. Oh, and staying there for a long time, no matter how high one's cultivation level is, one's three souls and seven spirits won't hold up. But, Song Wei Zhi, I didn't expect you to meddle with my affairs. Instead of being burnt to death, you should have hidden away. How dare you rescue this traitor?" Zhou Ye Ran's face turned a sickly shade. "Traitor? You're the traitor. I've never seen such a disgusting person like you. First, you framed Senior Feng, then you used Senior Feng's life to threaten Senior Yao and us. We rightfully won the martial arts competition and obtained the Soul Fragment, yet you forced us to hand it over. How can there be such a beast like you in this world?" Song Wei Zhi stared at Zhou Ye Ran with cold eyes, speaking slowly. "You... I think the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough." Zhou Ye Ran said, taking a swing at Song Wei Zhi. Unperturbed, Song Wei Zhi supported Feng Yi Liu behind her and retaliated with a punch towards Zhou Ye Ran's attack. Zhou Ye Ran was caught off guard, and a slap from Song Wei Zhi left him bleeding. Zhou Ye Ran seemed somewhat incredulous. He clutched his chest to steady his breath, pointing at Song Wei Zhi, "You, you're very strong. I will definitely kill you this time." Originally, Song Wei Zhi had intended to hand Feng Yi Liu over to Wei Zhao so that she could focus on dealing with Zhou Ye Ran. However, Yao Xin Tong was quick to take Feng Yi Liu from Song Wei Zhi's back. Song Wei Zhi, taking the opportunity, handed her over to Yao Xin Tong. Wei Zhao, seeing that a fight was about to break out, promptly positioned himself beside Song Wei Zhi. At this point, he had achieved great perfection in the Harmonizing Stage. "Alright, then I won't hold back. I'll deal with you and these five old men together." Song Wei Zhi said as she raised her demonic sword, filled with more dark energy than usual, due to her consumption of many souls these past few days. "Hmph, Song Wei Zhi, I thought you had learned some amazing skills, but it turns out you're in league with the demon cultivators, just like that traitor. Today, I'll take justice into my own hands." Song Wei Zhi coldly retorted, "Your thick skin knows no bounds. Let me expose your dirty face." Meanwhile, Zhou Cheng Wen and Zhou Qing Xue were in a panic. Upon witnessing their mother's actions, Zhou Cheng Wen already understood, and having found out that his mother had been forced to marry his father, he was now on the brink of collapse. This confusion raised questions about himself and his sister's status. In recent days, Zhou Cheng Wen had been struggling to comprehend some of Zhou Ye Ran's actions. Now, knowing that his mother was coerced, he was about to break down and rushed out the door. On the other hand, Zhou Qing Xue was caught in a dilemma, as this was her father who had raised her for over a decade—despite his tremendous evil deeds; he was still her family. She could not bear to see her father hurt and dying in front of her. Song Wei Zhi had already made her move, filling her demonic sword with spirit energy and swinging it towards Zhou Ye Ran. He attempted to block with his sword, but how could his sword stand against a demonic sword that had been consuming countless souls daily? In a split second, his sword was split in half. Zhou Ye Ran staggered, a large patch of blood oozing from his chest. He was slammed against the wall before falling to the ground. His internal meridians had just been severed by Song Wei Zhi's sword. "Is that all the might the Sect Leader Zhou possesses? A person like you is not even worthy of death. Don't worry, I will make your soul scatter." Song Wei Zhi said, poised to deliver a second blow. However, Zhou Qing Xue, in a panic, flew to stand in front of Song Wei Zhi, who merely made a casual gesture in the air. As a result, the sword in Zhou Qing Xue's hand flew out, and she fell to her knees, begging Song Wei Zhi, "I know my father's mistakes are grave. I beg you; please spare him." With a slight raise of her eyebrows, Song Wei Zhi retorted, "Spare him? Then why didn't anyone spare me and Xia Xia that day? Is your father's life more valuable than ours? Do we deserve to die?」 Zhou Qing Xue was rendered speechless by Song Wei Zhi's words, and she turned to look at Yao Xin Tong, "Mother, what should we do? Save father, please, save him." Yao Xin Tong held the now unconscious Feng Yi Liu in her arms. When she saw Feng Yi Liu, she lost control. She thought her sacrifice would bring this person peace, only to realize that the person she cherished had just a few days of life left, with only a sliver of soul. Yao Xin Tong feared that the person in her arms would leave her in the next moment. She looked at Zhou Qing Xue and said, "He should have died long ago. I regret not having the same level of cultivation as him. Even if Miss Song were to spare him today, I would have personally ended his life." Zhou Qing Xue was stunned; she hadn't expected her mother to say such things. She looked around in a daze, instinctively wanting to stop Song Wei Zhi. As Song Wei Zhi brought down her hand, Zhou Qing Xue fainted. Song Wei Zhi picked her up and placed her to the side, then stepped in front of Zhou Ye Ran. "Heh, I never expected my reputation to be ruined by you. If I had known, I should have killed you early on." Without waiting for him to continue, Song Wei Zhi swiftly swung her demonic sword, and in no time, Zhou Ye Ran's three souls and seven spirits were devoured clean. All that was left on the ground was ashes. Upon seeing Zhou Ye Ran's demise, the elders, to clear themselves, attempted to flee. Song Wei Zhi sneered, "Leaving? It's not that easy. I remember it was you who apprehended me and Xia Xia and brought us back. Now, it's my turn to take action." Channeling her spirit energy to the utmost, her demonic sword seemed to possess a life of its own as it moved toward the five individuals. In an instant, only piles of ashes remained on the ground. Author's comment: Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided nutrition from 2021-06-14 12:08:32~2021-06-14 18:11:18~ Thanks to the little angel who voted for mines: 北安 1 vote; Thanks to the little angel who provided nutrition: 量子纠缠 1 bottle;