Chapter 71 - Transmigrated as a Fake Daughter in Cultivation Novel

Chapter 71 "What are the senior's plans for the next step?" Song Weizhi asked as she caressed the little girl's hand. "I plan to take my senior sister to the mountains and woods to spend the last few months. This time, there's nothing that can stop us from being together," Yao Xintong's eyes welled up with tears. After bidding farewell to the two seniors, Song Weizhi and Song Zhixia, the little girl gently tugged at Song Weizhi's sleeve and asked, "Senior sister, where are we going next?" "We're going to find Xiaoxia's other two soul fragments," Song Weizhi smiled as she held the little girl. "Do you know where the fragments are, senior sister?" "We'll look for them as we go," Song Weizhi exchanged a thousand points with the system to locate the remaining two soul fragments. She now only had one thousand points left, with one fragment in the hands of Lu Ming, the master of the Yin Soul Sect, and the other in the possession of Gao Chengxuan. Gao Chengxuan resided in the imperial palace surrounded by formidable experts. Even Gao Chengxuan's guard, Zuo Xuan, was at the initial stage of the Great Vehicle realm. Given this, Song Weizhi planned to start with the easier option. Although the Yin Soul Sect was considered the leader of the demon cultivators, the cultivation of their master, Lu Ming, was only at the initial stage of the Great Vehicle realm. Both Song Weizhi and Xiaoxia were at the stage of the Great Vehicle realm, and with the help of Wei Zhao in the fusion stage, Song Weizhi believed it wouldn't be difficult to obtain the soul fragment from the Yin Soul Sect. When Song Weizhi transmitted her message to Wei Zhao, Zhou Qingxue had already left. Wei Zhao's injuries were not severe, and after taking a few spirit pills, they were not too much of a hindrance. Without further ado, he used his spiritual treasure to go after Song Weizhi and the others. Thus, the three of them appeared in the city of Yunxiao, which was the closest place to the demon realm. The Yin Soul Sect was also located near this city. Therefore, the occasional appearance of demon cultivators in the city was not unusual. However, the combination of Song Weizhi and her two companions attracted attention. In the eyes of outsiders, Song Zhixia and Wei Zhao were highly accomplished cultivators, while Song Weizhi seemed to have only achieved the Golden Core stage. Furthermore, the three of them were all good-looking, and Song Weizhi's intimacy with Song Zhixia drew the gaze of many. "Hey, look at that demon cultivator over there. Not only does he look good, but his cultivation is also high. It's a pity that he's with that girl. She's also quite delicate; I guess she's forced to be with the demon cultivator." "Yes, and there's that woman in black clothes. Her cultivation is not much lower than that demon cultivator. Why doesn't she help the girl?" "Well, I guess the girl with the Golden Core cultivation probably did so willingly after all. After all, that demon cultivator is already at the Great Vehicle stage. There's probably no one in this city who can match him. Let's not meddle too much; your life might not be spared." With their relatively inferior cultivations and sharp hearing, Song Weizhi and the others had heard the conversation. Song Weizhi leaned against Song Zhixia and said with a slight smile, "It looks like I'll have to rely on Xiaoxia for a while." The little girl blushed at her words and said softly, "Senior sister, don't talk nonsense." "I'm not talking nonsense; in their eyes, I am currently at the Golden Core stage. Won't it be a little 'soft' for me? Won't Xiaoxia allow it?" Song Weizhi said matter-of-factly. "She will; senior sister can have whatever she wants," Song Zhixia said as she pulled Song Weizhi's sleeve. Wei Zhao raised the corner of his lips behind the two. Thankfully, his master and her partner were fine; he could relax a little. However, he still couldn't let go of Zhou Qingxue. He didn't know where she had gone without a word. Lost in thought, he had already distanced himself from Song Weizhi and the others. Song Weizhi turned to call out to him, "Wei Zhao, hurry up. Xiaoxia is inviting us to dinner." Wei Zhao chuckled and replied, "Coming." With that, he caught up with them. As the three entered the inn, it fell silent for a moment. However, fearing Song Zhixia's cultivation, no one dared to look in their direction. Yet, the people at a table in the corner occasionally stole glances at Song Weizhi and her companions. Song Weizhi noticed but didn't pay much attention. With their current levels of cultivation, what was there to fear? She teasingly said to the little girl, "Xiaoxia, I can only have tender care from now on. Please order some soft food for me later. I can't chew on anything too hard." Song Zhixia, with a smile in her eyes, looked at her senior sister and replied, "Okay, later we'll order the spiritual fruits and spring water that senior sister likes." At this moment, Wei Zhao's inner thoughts were: I should be beneath the table, not here. This is simply showing off in front of her. Frustrated, she drank three large cups of spring water. The man at the corner table seemed increasingly displeased as he watched Song Weizhi leaning on Song Zhixia. Finally, he couldn't resist and walked over to their table. He didn't look at Song Zhixia, but at Song Weizhi, and said, "Do you have any difficulties, miss? Why are you with this demon cultivator? If you are in trouble, you can tell me." Song Weizhi lazily leaned on the little girl's shoulder and sneered, "Tell you? With your minor cultivation, you couldn't even handle one strike from her. Why should I tell you?" The man did not expect Song Weizhi's response. He was the son of the city lord of Yunxiao. Both the demon and ordinary cultivators in the city usually treated him with great respect, and he hadn't expected this female cultivator to speak to him like this. Then, he seemed to understand something and said, "Miss, you don't have to fear this demon cultivator. I'm sure she's forcing you to say this. You can rest assured, I will help you leave her." Song Weizhi, with a playful look, said, "Why should I leave? I like her very much, and besides, she is my partner. Do I need your help? Mind your own business." In a moment, the inn was filled with laughter, which only made the man's face alternate between red and pale. "I am the young master of Yunxiao City. What I said is true. If you need my help, I can take you away." "Go, go where? You're just deluded by your desires, aren't you? Just because I look good, you want to claim me for yourself? It's disgusting. I've told you she is my partner. I won't go anywhere," she said and paid no further attention to the man; she began eating the spiritual fruits with Song Zhixia. The man seemed to have never been treated this way before. He was so angered by Song Weizhi's words that he said loudly, "I have already sent for assistance. I intended to treat you with courtesy, but now it seems unnecessary. I will kill the demon cultivator by your side, and we'll see who you'll rely on then." Song Weizhi's expression turned cold, and she no longer had the playful look she had before. "Is that so? I'd like to see who dares to touch her." "Do you, a female cultivator at the Golden Core stage, dare to be so arrogant with me? In the end, you're just a woman. After I'm done playing with you, I'll send you to the place where female cultivators serve men in Yunxiao City…" Before the man could say anything more, he found a large amount of blood surging from his mouth. There was a black-dripping knife inserted into his chest, and soon, the man turned into ashes. Soon, the people from the man's table crowded around. "You actually killed him. He is Sun Wenbin, the son of the city lord, Sun Shangwu. You're in trouble now…" "Hmph, it looks like they're all the same rotten lot," Song Weizhi said, and with a flick of her wrist, her demonic blade charged towards the group of people. Wherever it went, only ashes were left. The inn fell silent for a moment. Song Weizhi sighed lightly, "What a downer. I always seem to encounter delusional fools. I didn't want trouble, but since it came looking for me, it might be good practice." Sun Wenbin soon brought reinforcements. His attendants entered the inn and searched for their young master, but none of the guests dared to speak. When they asked Song Weizhi, she just sneered, "Turned into ashes." "What? Are you daring to say that about our young master?" One of them seemed ready to pick a fight with Song Weizhi. In the inn, the onlookers were tongue-tied in disbelief. This woman was unpredictable, far more ruthless than the demon cultivator beside her. Waving her demonic blade, Song Weizhi turned the man into a pile of ashes. Not wanting to waste any more time, she turned to Song Zhixia and Wei Zhao, "There's no choice. I was thinking about resting here for a day, but it seems we should go directly to the demon realm." The three of them left the inn. As they were about to pass through the checkpoint leading to the demon realm, a deep and powerful voice sounded from behind them, "Return my son's life." The three were not in a hurry and turned to see a towering man standing before them. "Are you the ones who caused my son's death?" The man's eyes blazed with anger. "I'm sorry to forget to tell you. Your son probably doesn't have a spirit to be in the heavens. I've destroyed his soul and spirit. Now he's nothing." "Shut up," he said as he lunged for Song Weizhi. Unperturbed, Song Weizhi raised her demonic blade in front of her, and in an instant, a few ice blades shot towards the man. "Ice spirit roots, you are as good as dead," the man said as he conjured a giant fireball starting from the palm of his hand. As the fireball grew in size, the man put in all his effort to push it towards Song Weizhi. Initially, Song Zhixia intended to go and help, but seeing that her senior sister didn't take the fireball seriously, she halted her steps to assist. To everyone's surprise, Song Weizhi didn't even try to intercept the fireball. Instead, the fireball instantly rushed towards her, scorching everything in its vicinity. "Haha, is this all you've got? Watch as I roast you to avenge my son," the man taunted triumphantly. Unprepared for Song Weizhi to actually be caught in the flames, both Song Zhixia and Wei Zhao were about to rush over to help. However, from the raging inferno emerged a completely unharmed figure, none other than Song Weizhi. She formed a slight smile and nonchalantly said, "I forgot to mention; I spent a few months soaking in lava. Fire can't kill me now. It's my turn." As she spoke, a light orb rose in her hand. As the saying goes that fire and water don't mix, she managed to merge a huge spherical ice and fire combination together. With both her hands combined, she pushed the sphere towards Sun Shangwu. The sphere exploded on contact, the collision of ice and fire creating a massive explosion that blasted a deep pit of over ten meters where Sun Shangwu had been standing. He was now unrecognizable. "You can retrieve his soul yourself," Song Weizhi said, as she tossed her demonic blade into the deep pit. A gleeful voice echoed from within the pit, "Hehe, there's meat to eat with the master. This is a high-level cultivation indeed; I'm in for a treat." The little girl, however, flew towards Song Weizhi as if she were propelled by a gale, her eyes red with tears. "Senior sister, what's the matter with soaking in lava for a few months?" Song Weizhi inwardly cursed her slip of the tongue and hurriedly comforted the girl in her arms, "I'm fine, aren't I? It turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I'm completely immune to fire now, and I have the demonic blade. Don't cry, Xiaoxia." After soothing the little girl in her arms for a while, Song Weizhi finally managed to calm her down. Once the demonic blade returned, the three of them did not linger and resumed their journey towards the demon realm. This time, no one dared to obstruct them. Author's Note: Song Weizhi: Finally manage to enjoy some leisure, and they won't even let me have it. Song Zhixia: I'll feed you, Senior Sister~