Kong Qing stroked his beard, staring at Suisui again. “I find it strange how you managed to give birth to such a cub. It shouldn’t be possible.”
“Just tell me what’s wrong with Suisui already,” Ye Wan said, so anxious she was tempted to forget her manners toward her elder.
Kong Qing looked at Ye Wan again with a complex gaze.
“This child is likely no ordinary mortal. Most children of this kind survive by draining the nutrients of the mother’s body while still a fetus. Unless the mother has a very high cultivation level or enough heavenly treasures for the fetus to absorb, even then, there is no guarantee the child can be born safely.
Yet, you did it as a mere Qi Refining disciple. Like a common woman, you carried the child for ten months and gave birth without any harm to yourself. If not for this sudden outbreak, I wouldn’t have known that Suisui was actually so extraordinary.”
Don’t even mention it; I didn’t know myself.
Ye Wan had a premonition that her retired lifestyle was about to leave her forever.
“How is Suisui now? What do I need to do?” Ye Wan stepped forward and felt Suisui’s forehead. Once she confirmed it was no longer burning hot, she let half of her heart rest.
“How were you doing in your sect?” Kong Qing asked.
Another bad premonition rose in Ye Wan’s heart. “An outer disciple. Why?”
Kong Qing didn’t believe it at all. A celestial fetus wasn’t something just anyone could conceive and then successfully bring to term.
“In Suisui’s current state, this should be the awakening of her bloodline, caused by a lack of spiritual energy. My spiritual power is just a drop in the bucket for her. This small mountain village is no longer suitable for her.”
Ye Wan felt as if someone was whispering in her ear: Go, go to a wider world!
Why was it so hard for her to just lie flat like a salted fish?
“Is it enough to just return to the cultivation world?” Ye Wan asked with a sliver of hope.
Usually, one can only test for spiritual roots at age five. Ye Wan had originally thought that if the cub didn’t have spiritual roots, the two of them would just live as salted fish in this village forever. If she did have them, and the cub wanted to cultivate, Ye Wan would take her back to the sect and accompany her—the kind where she only accompanies but doesn’t actually cultivate. She never expected that the cub’s life was destined to be one of ups and downs.
“What kind of beautiful dream are you dreaming? This child is a picky eater; it is highly likely she won’t eat anything except heavenly treasures.” Kong Qing shattered her last fantasy.
Ye Wan: “…”
Is it too late to stuff the child back in?
Kong Qing thought for a moment, rummaged through his tattered storage bag, pulled out a worn-out book, and tossed it to Ye Wan. “Most of what is recorded in there are heavenly treasures. How many you can find depends on whether you have the luck and the ability.”
Ye Wan caught it but didn’t rush to flip through it. Instead, she looked at the old man, who clearly had a story of his own. “Will a constitution like Suisui’s be coveted by others?”
Kong Qing was already convinced that Ye Wan had an extraordinary background, so he wasn’t at all surprised by her sharp intuition.
“Ancient records mention that some people are born as celestial fetuses and have the chance to awaken ancient divine talents. I cannot be certain if Suisui is one. Regardless, in a cultivation world where the strong eat the weak, it is better to be cautious. The cultivation world is not without examples of people’s divine talents being stripped away.”
Ye Wan shuddered violently.
“Afraid? If Suisui truly is as I described, then this path will be more arduous than your own cultivation and ascension. She is currently in the seedling stage; her growth is not something you can carry alone.”
Kong Qing was implying that Ye Wan should go home or find a backer.
Ye Wan only heard the discouragement. Rather than fighting for that tiny sliver of possibility, it was better to seize the few remaining moments and let the child live happily.
“Thank you, Doctor Kong. I’ll take Suisui back first to think it over.”
Ye Wan gently picked up her daughter, thanked Kong Qing, and left somewhat distractedly.
Seeing Ye Wan’s heavy back, Kong Qing couldn’t help but speak up. “Come to my place before you leave.”
Ye Wan’s footsteps paused. Was Doctor Kong so certain she would take Suisui to brave the cultivation world?
Well, she seemed to have only this one path to take.
In modern times, people would gamble on a high-risk surgery with only a five percent chance of survival. Suisui’s situation could still be improved through human effort. What was there to fear?
Ye Wan’s mind suddenly cleared. “Alright! Doctor Kong, prepare a parting gift for my Suisui then!”
Kong Qing: “…”
Why did I ever think this girl had suddenly become stable and serious?
At the end of Big Banyan Village stood a small farmhouse courtyard. Dense wild roses climbed all over the high fence, forming a natural wall.
In the yard, one side was filled with vibrant flowers, while the other was laden with fruits and vegetables. This was the place where Ye Wan had lived for four years.
Back home, Ye Wan placed Suisui on the bed, crouched down to lift the bedpost, and took out the sect token tucked underneath. She wiped it haphazardly.
If not for Suisui, this token might never have seen the light of day again. Counting from the day the original owner left the sect for trials, it had been nearly ten years. She didn’t even know if the token had expired.
Ye Wan then dug out the original owner’s storage bag and poured out the items inside.
The original owner had used up everything useful while on the run. Now, the storage bag only contained a copy of the sect rules, a sect uniform, a spare set of clothes, a damaged rank-four dharma sword, a small hoe for farming, one mid-grade spirit stone, ten low-grade spirit stones, two rank-three spiritual herbs, and one piece of ore material.
Amidst the pile of items, Ye Wan picked up the legacy stone that the original owner had been unwilling to let go of even in death.
Doctor Kong had bestowed spiritual energy upon her child, and not a single item in her storage bag was fit to be a thank-you gift. This stone came from the fallen grotto-heaven of a powerful master. It had no affinity with the original owner, which meant it had no affinity with her either. Giving it away as payment would be decent.
Thinking about it, Ye Wan felt a bit unwilling. After all, the original owner had risked her life for it. Perhaps if she tried one more time, it would open.
Who said a legacy stone couldn’t change its mind? Maybe after settling for a few years, this legacy stone wanted to come out for some fresh air.
Take a gamble, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle. Give it a push, and the stone becomes a “gold finger” cheat.
Ye Wan used spiritual power to cut her finger and forced out a drop of fingertip blood, dripping it onto the stone. She didn’t know if it was enough; after all, the original owner was covered in blood before she died.
Three seconds later, nothing happened. Ye Wan felt deflated. She knew she didn’t have the fate of a protagonist.
Just as Ye Wan was preparing to accept reality, a white light flashed. When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by thousands of colored threads.
“What is weaving?” a majestic voice boomed from the vastness.
Ye Wan was stunned for a moment, but she snapped awake in a second. Rubbing her hands excitedly, she applied the 120% effort she used when preparing for the civil service exam in her previous life. “Weaving originates from braiding. Using thin, strip-like objects to cross and interlock them can create items, such as natural materials like grass, vine, and bamboo. Regarding the word ‘weave’ itself, it refers broadly to all textiles made by weaving hemp, linen, or silk threads.”
Is that comprehensive enough? I wasn’t even this rigorous when I took the civil service exam.
The voice in the air seemed to weigh the answer for a moment before saying, “Use local materials to weave an object.”
Several racks appeared out of thin air, displaying various weaving threads and tools.
Ye Wan stepped forward and chose the thread closest to wool, then selected a crochet hook.
Her profession in her previous life was precision mending. Besides that, her hobby was manual weaving; she would use a crochet hook to make various small items to relieve stress.
Ye Wan didn’t even need to brainstorm; she began matching the threads and became so absorbed in crocheting that she couldn’t stop.
Inside the legacy space, Ye Wan didn’t feel tired or hungry. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but a crocheted doll version of Suisui appeared, looking lifelike.
Perhaps these threads possessed their own spiritual energy, as the woven item looked as if it were alive. Even the little dimples on the fingers were recreated with depth. Looking at it, Ye Wan couldn’t help but pull it into a hug and kiss it.
“I’m finished.” Ye Wan held up the fifty-centimeter-tall Suisui doll.
The voice delayed its response, seemingly not expecting Ye Wan to weave such a… doll. For a moment, it didn’t know how to speak.
“What is this thing?”
“My daughter.”
The voice went silent, and finally sounded a bit frustrated that she wasn’t living up to expectations. “Do you know that the threads in this place are all spiritual threads? Why use them to weave a child’s plaything?”
Ye Wan hugged the Suisui doll. “You didn’t say what could be woven and what couldn’t.”
The voice went silent again. Just when Ye Wan thought the test had failed, the voice spoke once more—
“The path of weaving: all things can be woven, and one can weave all things. Upon reaching the Great Ascension of cultivation, one weaves souls and weaves the heaven and earth.”
Ye Wan’s face showed “cat-like shock.” She nodded repeatedly. “Great legacy! Such a sacred legacy with a sense of mission deserves to be paired with me.”
The voice: “…”
It has been a long time since I’ve seen someone this shameless.
The voice finally manifested. Thousands of colors and lights intersected and intertwined, quickly weaving the figure of a woman. She was covered in splendor, with celestial and peerless beauty.
The woman stood in mid-air, hands behind her back, looking at Ye Wan. “Tell me, why do you think you deserve this legacy?”
“Because of your keen insight, and because I am sincere enough?” Ye Wan blinked her clear almond eyes. Didn’t they say sincerity is the ultimate move?
As for weaving souls and weaving heaven and earth, there was no deadline. Who said she wasn’t sincere?
The woman didn’t see a sincere girl; instead, she saw a woman who praised herself with a thick skin. Surprisingly, she didn’t find it repulsive. Compared to those who were only good at clever talk and hypocrisy, this girl was much more likable.
“My Daoist title is Qingwei.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingwei waved her fair hand, and various scenes appeared before Ye Wan’s eyes.
Weaving clothes, weaving tools, weaving arrays, weaving dreams, weaving realms… using threads as combat artifacts, skills like tangling, strangling, binding, and cutting dazzled Ye Wan. Not only could she make a fortune, but she could also kill and seize treasures. It was simply the essential legacy for a transmigrated female lead in a cultivation novel.
“How is it?” Qingwei asked.
“Master above, your disciple will kowtow to you!” Ye Wan immediately bent her knees and knelt with great honesty.
“Rise. Your master doesn’t expect you to glorify this legacy; just as long as you don’t die.” Qingwei seemed to have already seen through Ye Wan’s “salted fish” nature.
Ye Wan stood up nimbly and said with a grin, “Master, we really are of the same kind. This way of speaking is clearly ancestral.”
Qingwei: “Your master is not as thick-skinned as you.”
“Don’t worry, Master. I will cultivate hard. As long as I don’t die from it, I will cultivate as if my life depends on it, striving to weave a soul for you as soon as possible.” Ye Wan guaranteed as if she had been injected with chicken blood.
Qingwei’s expression froze. “Who told you your master was dead?”
Ye Wan’s eyes brightened instantly. “Is that not the case?”
She was someone who knew how to pick out the key points. Earlier, Qingwei said this legacy could weave souls and heaven and earth, and since she appeared as such a phantom, Ye Wan naturally assumed the existence of this legacy was to find someone to cultivate to the point of soul-weaving so they could weave a soul for her.
“At least you have a bit of a conscience.” Qingwei felt somewhat comforted.
The girl’s chatter was a bit nonsensical, but her heart and character were rare.
“This is a divine sense your master left in the lower realm. Cultivate hard and strive to bring your master’s grand-disciple to the upper realm to see me as soon as possible.”
Ye Wan was a bit dazed by the luck falling into her lap. Did this mean she had a backer in high places now?
“That’s wonderful! Master, you don’t know—I just found out that your grand-disciple won’t eat anything except heavenly treasures. I was so worried! Now it’s fine. With a big backer like you, Master, I have confidence. Master surely wouldn’t have the heart to let her own grand-disciple go hungry, right?”
Qingwei: “…”
So she actually wants me to help raise the child together. Is it too late to regret taking her as a disciple?
“Did your master tell you that I am indifferent to desires, solitary and self-admiring, and do not like to struggle…”
Ye Wan blinked. “Master, keep it simple.”