Rebirth Through Another Body

The walls were pristine white, pale curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and a fruit basket sat on the wooden bedside table.

The girl on the bed had her brows tightly furrowed, as though she were suffering through an exceedingly terrifying nightmare.

"Xu Ming!"

The girl's shrill cry echoed through the hospital room as Xu Qingya suddenly woke.

She sat up straight and rubbed her temples. Her chaotic memories left a trace of confusion in her eyes.

"Am I Xu Qing, or Xu Qingya?"

Her memories contained fragments belonging to a girl her own age named Xu Qing, who had jumped into a river to kill herself. Moreover, her memories of childhood had inexplicably become somewhat blurred.

It took her about five minutes to sort through what had happened to her.

After delivering the documents and returning to the Xu Family, not only had she received no reward, she had instead been cruelly murdered by the Xu Family's patriarch.

For some reason, after her death, her consciousness had transferred into the body of this girl named Xu Qing.

Perhaps even Heaven thought Xu Qingya had died unjustly and had given her a chance for revenge.

Her gaze instinctively swept across the hospital room before abruptly stopping on the back of her right hand.

A flat, circular mark was imprinted there, its pattern impossibly familiar.

It was the very pattern on the black sphere her parents had left behind.

"Was it because of you..." Xu Qingya lowered her gaze and muttered as she gently stroked the mark.

"You're awake?"

The hospital room door opened, and a middle-aged man in a cheap shirt walked in carrying a steaming boxed meal.

"Thank you for saving me." Xu Qingya's voice was somewhat weak. She knew that without this man, she would probably have met her second death in a very short time.

After setting down the meal, the man seemed afraid of upsetting the fragile mind of a girl who had attempted suicide. He deliberately slowed his speech and said gently, "You must be hungry. Come, have something to eat."

He deliberately avoided mentioning her suicide attempt and simply treated her as an ordinary patient.

"The doctor said you'll need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days. May I ask your name?"

Xu Qingya fell silent for a moment before answering in an almost inaudible voice, "Xu Qing."

The girl who had killed herself had been introverted. Xu Qingya needed to properly assume this identity from now on.

The fact that Xu Qing had become Xu Qingya would remain a secret buried forever in her heart.

Fortunately, Xu Qing had grown up in an orphanage. Otherwise, Xu Qingya would truly have feared that people familiar with the former owner of this body would see through her disguise.

To make a living, the former owner had gone to work in a red-light district. On the night before her suicide, the establishment had informed her that she would be forced to entertain a customer the following night.

If she refused, she would lose her job. Yet she was unwilling to become a prostitute. Then, thinking of the usurious loans she owed to certain groups and seeing no light in her future, she simply chose death.

"Qing, you need to be as resilient as Little Bamboo." As he spoke, the man opened the boxed meal, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

Growl, growl, growl.

Xu Qingya's cheeks reddened slightly. She covered her stomach with her left hand. This body had spent years alternating between full meals and hunger, and the food in the box was truly tempting.

"Thank you. I'll definitely repay you someday. Uncle, may I ask what I should call you?"

"My surname is Zuo. Just call me Uncle Zuo." Uncle Zuo smiled and handed her the meal.

Xu Qingya raised her right hand to take it, only to find Uncle Zuo frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the back of her hand.

"What's wrong, Uncle Zuo?" Xu Qingya forced a smile.

"Ha ha ha, that tattoo of yours looks quite nice, little girl. Back in the day, Uncle Zuo wanted to get one too, but my family gave me a beating for it." Uncle Zuo shifted his gaze and chuckled as he handed over the meal.

"Be careful, it's a little hot."

After comforting Xu Qingya a little longer, Uncle Zuo left the hospital room in a hurry.

In a secluded corner, Uncle Zuo took out his phone and dialed a number.

Less than ten seconds later, the call connected. Hearing the rapid clatter of a keyboard from the other end, accompanied by a woman's occasional curses, Uncle Zuo could not help but pull a stern face. "Xiao Yu, you're playing games again? You've only opened so few Essence Apertures, yet you're already slacking off. How are you supposed to reach the pinnacle of martial arts like this?"

"Relax, Uncle Shao. This elder's strength is steadily increasing. Though I heard that Lord Left Guardian is about to become so poor he can't even afford to eat. If you need money, this elder has plenty."

Hearing the teasing tone on the other end, Uncle Zuo snorted. "I'm merely experiencing the hardships of ordinary life. When have I ever lacked money? To me, money is just a number."

"I won't banter with you anymore. I called you today over a matter of great importance concerning the Wheel-turning Holy Church."

Hearing Uncle Zuo's tone turn serious, the keyboard clatter on the other end immediately grew much quieter. "What is it? Did Uncle Shao spot another promising prospect?"

"I have found the reincarnated body of His Majesty the Wheel-turning King."

"The Wheel-turning King?" Xiao Yu's gaze swept across the internet cafe as an invisible aura erupted from her.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds of bodies hitting the floor rang out without end.

Everyone else in the internet cafe rolled their eyes back and was forcibly knocked unconscious by her aura.

Her wheat-colored long legs were propped atop the computer desk as Xiao Yu leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh. "Uncle Shao, it's time to wake up. What reincarnated body? His Majesty the Wheel-turning King died long ago, eighteen hundred years ago.

Do you still remember the records about reincarnated bodies in the ancient texts? Intelligent minds, an instant grasp of martial arts, astonishing talent, and so on.

But what was the reality? The various reincarnated bodies our Holy Church found were almost no different from ordinary people. There were even several fools among them.

We poured vast resources into them, only for them to fail to even attain [Martial Momentum].

It was precisely because our predecessors placed too much faith in that unverified saying passed down for so many years and poured far too many resources into these so-called reincarnated bodies that our Wheel-turning Holy Church had dwindled to only a pitiful handful of people."

"Xiao Yu, you!" Uncle Zuo's face flushed crimson with anger.

He had never cursed before, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally managed, "Utter nonsense! Complete bullshit!"

"In the name of the Left Guardian, I order you to immediately come to Peace Prefecture City and protect Her Highness the Holy Maiden!"

"What Holy Maiden? This elder refuses to acknowledge her! Don't forget, I am a Heritage Elder of the Wheel-turning Holy Church. I have the right to refuse unreasonable orders from a Guardian!"

"You!" Uncle Zuo angrily raised his phone, ready to smash it against the ground. Then he remembered that it was the most valuable thing he possessed and silently put it back to his ear.

"Uncle Shao, I know how deeply you feel about the old Guardian and that you accept every word he said. But you've found reincarnated bodies before too. You know perfectly well what that guy was like."

Xiao Yu turned to glance at the internet cafe now surrounded by a crowd and shook her head. "How about this, Uncle Shao? Since you acknowledge that she is a reincarnated body, let's make a bet.

Within three years, without using any resources from the Holy Church, if she can rise from an ordinary person with no understanding of martial arts to the level of a Martial Artist, then I will open the Holy Church's inheritance, use the entire Holy Church's resources to nurture her, and help you persuade the Right Guardian and the remaining three elders to teach her as well.

Uncle Shao should know that the Holy Church's remaining foundation truly cannot withstand any more waste."

After waiting for about a minute, Uncle Zuo looked toward the hospital in the distance. "Fine. The three-year agreement is set!"

After hanging up, Uncle Zuo strode briskly back toward the hospital.

"Old Guardian, I will steadfastly believe in everything you believed in."

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