Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

"No wonder the magpies were chirping so much on the branches this morning—"

Wang Ning and her daughter had not yet stepped into the attic.

Then a voluptuous figure emerged from the attic, accompanied by a sweet, cloying fragrance.

Wang Ning felt a sudden lightness all over her body as she was lifted up.

Then--

Her entire face was buried in an unfathomable chasm.

So big! So soft! So fragrant!

I really want to eat it!!!

When those three words popped into Wang Ning's mind, she subconsciously prepared to bite, but her last bit of reason stopped her from taking the next step.

"Mother—Sister Mei is teasing me again!"

Wang Ning struggled desperately in the chasm and shouted, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of enjoyment that she herself was unaware of.

This thought made Wang Ning feel incredibly fortunate.

Although my gender has changed, my interests and hobbies remain the same.

The person who came was none other than Fan Jingmei, the Left Envoy of the Miaoyin Sect.

Fan Jingmei has striking features, a tall and slender figure, and a purple palace dress that accentuates her graceful figure. Her ample breasts are so full they seem to burst out of the dress.

Coupled with the three parts allure and seven parts shrewdness in her eyes and brows, and the ever-present half-smile on her lips, she was practically a fox spirit in human form.

However, Wang Ning did not underestimate the other party because of her beautiful appearance.

Within the Myriad Sounds Sect, Left Envoy Fan Jingmei is primarily responsible for matters concerning the inner sea of ​​the Chaotic Star Sea, while Right Envoy Zhuo Ruting is primarily responsible for matters concerning the outer sea.

The two, one inside and one outside, were her mother Zhou Yuan's most capable assistants and the pillars that enabled Miaoyin Sect to operate smoothly.

"Alright, Mei'er, stop fooling around!"

Seeing that the more her daughter struggled, the more Fan Jingmei deliberately teased her, Zhou Yuan knew that nothing was wrong, but seeing Wang Ning looking like she was about to have trouble breathing, she couldn't help but speak up with heartache.

Seeing that the sect leader had spoken, Fan Jingmei naturally dared not continue to act recklessly. She giggled and released Wang Ning, but when she let go, she still took the opportunity to pinch Wang Ning's fair and tender little face.

Sulking, Wang Ning quickly hid behind her mother, peeking out half her head, looking terrified.

Yes, although she seemed to enjoy it, it's true that she almost suffocated just now.

They say a person is magnanimous, but she's petty and narrow-minded.

Greeted by a group of maids and Fan Jingmei, Wang Ning and her daughter entered the attic.

The lobby on the first floor was very spacious, with a snow-white carpet of monster fur on the floor, which was soft and made no sound when stepped on.

Several landscape paintings hung on the wall, their scrolls brimming with spiritual energy. They were clearly magical artifacts crafted by cultivators, possessing the remarkable effect of calming the mind and focusing the spirit. In the corner sat several potted spiritual plants, their leaves lush and vibrant, emitting a faint fragrance.

Zhou Yuan went up to the second floor and waved.

The maids bowed and withdrew, closing the door behind them, as a barely perceptible light enveloped the room.

Soundproofing.

Wang Ning, who was secretly eating snacks, paused, her ears drawn to the conversation between the two people in the room.

Then Zhou Yuan began to inquire about the recent situation on Kuixing Island.

"The rent for several shops in the dock area has increased by half a percent this year. It was a price adjustment made uniformly by Xinggong."

Fan Jingmei put away her playful demeanor and said seriously, "The outer sea has been quite turbulent lately. I heard that a transformed thunder whale was killed by human cultivators, and several groups of high-level sea monsters are roaming in the waters near human activity. Our caravan was intercepted once last month, and we lost a lot of materials."

Wang Ning was taken aback upon hearing this, recalling the magical artifact that the bearded man had crafted from the Thunder Whale Demon Core to deal with Wan Tianming in the original story.

Could he be the one who did this?

Make a note of this debt.

Unlike Wang Ning, Zhou Yuan first inquired about her subordinates: "How are they?"

"Seeing the situation was bad, the guarding cultivators ran away as fast as they could. Apart from a few mortals who were too slow to keep up, the others were just a little frightened."

"Hmm, has the compensation been paid to the family?"

"Sect Master, rest assured, our Myriad Sounds Sect has established itself in the Chaotic Star Sea precisely because of our excellent reputation... it's just that we'll have to bear the cost of the lost materials ourselves!"

Zhou Yuan didn't seem to care when she heard this. After a moment of contemplation, she asked about the business in Tianxing City.

The conversation ranged from the Miaoyin Sect's industries to its disciples, from the income and expenditure of spirit stones to personnel allocation, leaving no detail unanswered by Fan Jingmei.

Then, somehow the conversation drifted to some policies and gossip about the Chaotic Star Sea, saying that the Star Palace was recently rectifying the order of the outer islands, and that several small sects had been wiped out for possessing contraband.

Wang Ning listened quietly, occasionally popping a snack into her mouth, her little cheeks puffed out, and sometimes she'd even chime in with a mouthful—

"Did that sect, which was completely eradicated, offend someone?"

Fan Jingmei was taken aback, then chuckled: "Ning'er, you've hit the nail on the head. On the surface, that sect was hiding contraband, but in reality, they had offended a steward of the Star Palace, and the steward took care of them on a whim."

After a while, Fan Jingmei looked at Wang Ning with admiration in her eyes: "Sister Ning'er is beautiful and intelligent, much smarter than I was when I was a child! At my age, I was still fighting with Zhuo Yatou every other day!"

Zhou Yuan laughed and replied, "You were no less capable than her when you were little! She wasn't smart at all; she was just disrespectful. It's only because you all spoiled her that she didn't..."

Despite saying that, Zhou Yuan couldn't hide the love and pride in her eyes.

Wang Ning curled her lip in disdain.

He had enough of the oppressive education in his previous life, but he never expected to have to go through it all again after transmigrating!

He was incredibly proud inside, but he insisted on saying things like "not at all," "it's not that good," and "there are still shortcomings." He had heard this kind of talk so many times in his previous life that he was sick of it.

Even though he knew his mother meant well, he still felt uncomfortable with his adult soul.

There's nothing I can do, she's just stubborn.

If you point out one flaw in her, she'll find a hundred and twenty excuses to refute you.

But if you praise her, she will reflect on herself and see if there is anything she could do better!

Unfortunately, from childhood to adulthood, she has never met many people who genuinely acknowledged him.

Whether it's parents, teachers, or bosses, they all seem to like standing high above others and lecturing people.

But now is not the time to dwell on these things.

Wang Ning looked down at her small hands and silently made plans in her mind.

It will take at least one or two years for the spiritual root to manifest. Even if the spiritual root is detected, one must climb up the Qi Refining stage step by step.

According to the original timeline, Han Laomo should have already arrived at the Chaotic Star Sea and should be settled on Xiaohuan Island at this time. There are still about a hundred years before the Void Heaven Palace opens and the Chaotic Star Sea truly descends into chaos.

a hundred years.

For a cultivator, this period of time is neither too long nor too short. She must seize this window of opportunity and do everything possible to improve herself.

Otherwise, after the chaos subsides, they will still be at the mercy of others, just like Zi Ling in the original story.

She'd rather be a chess player than a chess piece!

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the tabletop.

The lively hustle and bustle of the distant dock, accompanied by the salty sea breeze, drifted in.

Wang Ning put the pastry in her hand into her mouth, her gaze calm and firm.

She now has only one thought—to grow up as quickly as possible and to cultivate her skills as soon as possible.

Otherwise, as a person of low status, one's words will carry little weight, and no one will listen to or believe them.

In fact, having a clear understanding of the future, Wang Ning already had some general ideas about her future development.

However, the specifics will need to be adjusted based on the actual situation.

-

Six years have flown by.

In her past life, Wang Ning had heard a saying.

Because of the difference in life scales, children always feel that time passes particularly slowly, especially during class. Adults, on the other hand, as they grow older and gain more experience, feel that time flies by.

He didn't feel much in his past life, but she understands it deeply now.

Living a long life does indeed have its downsides.

No wonder those old ancestors and monsters become more afraid of death the longer they live!

Six years have passed too quickly, so quickly that Wang Ning feels she is not fully prepared yet. The Demon-Suppressing Ceremony on Kuixing Island is imminent—less than a month away from its opening.

-

The carriage wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, making a dull gurgling sound.

Wang Ning rested her chin on her hand, gazing out the window.

Six years have passed. The street is still the same street, the shops are still the same shops, and even the roadside vendors seem to be the same group of people. But Wang Ning knows that everything is different now.

In the distance, the massive outline of the Demon-Suppressing Platform gradually came into view. The dark blue-green boulder cast a heavy shadow under the sunlight, and the restrictive patterns flowed faintly, exuding a sense of oppressiveness that made people's hearts tremble.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar building, Wang Ning felt a mix of emotions.

Over the past six years, she has not been unprepared.

First and foremost is cultivation level.

Five years ago, when she was seven years old, her parents had her spiritual roots tested.

The result was a mixed bag – the three spiritual roots were metal, water, and wood.

Although his aptitude is not good, the good news is that although his true spiritual root is not as good as his dual spiritual root, he still has a considerable chance of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage. If he invests a lot of resources, reaching the Core Formation stage is not impossible.

The moment her spiritual root was detected, Wang Ning couldn't wait to try to draw qi into her body.

She still remembers that feeling—the spiritual energy flowed slowly along her meridians, warm, like a warm current flowing through her body, opening up every acupoint, a tingling, numb, and blissful sensation.

Especially when she successfully cast the spell, she felt an unprecedented surge of excitement.

Despite being a woman, she possesses boundless ambition and secretly vows that one day, everyone will have to act according to her wishes!

However, the cultivation speed of those with three spiritual roots is really not impressive.

For the past five years, her parents have given her their full support, sparing no expense, providing her with spirit stones, pills, formations, and whatever she needed from the spiritual veins.

Even so, after five years of arduous cultivation, her cultivation level only reached the peak of Qi Refining, still just one step away from Foundation Establishment.

Sometimes Wang Ning even thought that she should just switch to cultivating demonic arts!

She knew the original plot.

She knew that her spiritual root aptitude was indeed ordinary, even mentioned in the original work, but she was even more aware that she possessed a special physique. If she were to cultivate demonic techniques, she would not only achieve twice the result with half the effort, but also encounter very few bottlenecks. Even cultivators with heavenly spiritual roots might not be able to compare to her.

But every time this thought popped into her head, she suppressed it.

Demonic arts are easy to cultivate, but they also have great consequences.

It is extremely easy to change a person's personality, and in a subtle and gradual way.

There's a saying that goes, "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."

Even a regime can easily change course, but one's true nature is hard to shake.

She couldn't even imagine what it would be like if she were influenced by demonic powers, became paranoid, or even had her original male mindset distorted.

That's why he hesitated and couldn't make up his mind for a long time.

(The main character's name will be changed to Zi Ling after the Foundation Establishment in Chapter 5. Also, please add this to your favorites and follow along. This is a fanfiction, so I can only post it directly. The editor will consider the number of readers before signing a contract. If you are interested in this story, please be sure to follow along! Your support is the biggest motivation for me to keep writing!)