Falling Asleep During Cultivation

Mm, he had no other intentions. He simply wanted to ask after his junior brother's romantic situation—tsk tsk tsk, according to the master of Medicine Peak who had treated Junior Brother Mingxiao's injuries, his junior brother had actually lost his primal yang on this trip back.

Just what kind of extraordinary figure was this Song Zhizhi, to make his junior brother, cold and proud as a snow mountain, fall in love?

In Myriad Swords City, not far from the Sword Sect, a stunning young woman in green suddenly sneezed. "Achoo! Who's talking about me?"

Author's Note:

The twenty-year-old male lead: His face turns red just from touching hands.

The five-hundred-something-year-old male lead: Driving with his eyes. (Ahem, can we say that?)

This story has no dark, earth-shattering conspiracies, no tormenting the male and female leads, no separations by life and death. Any conspiracies will be cleverly resolved by the female lead. It's simply a

lighthearted

sweet story about raising a child.

Song Zhizhi was the woman in green. Half a month ago, she had fled the mountain cottage. After turning it over in her mind, she decided to follow the original owner's plan and participate in the Sword Sect's disciple selection tournament.

Song Zhizhi had already accepted the fact that she had transmigrated into a novel. Over the past half month, she had sorted through the original owner's memories and incidentally learned about this world.

Perhaps because this was a female-lead cultivation novel, this world's cultivation ranks were much the same as those in most cultivation novels. From lowest to highest, they were Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Mahayana, and Ascension.

At present, the strongest known fighter in the cultivation world was Sword Venerable Mingxiao of Scarlet Cloud Peak in the Sword Sect. Though he was only at the early Mahayana stage, sword cultivators were invincible among those of the same rank and could fight above their level. With the divine artifact Blooddrinker Sword in hand, even someone at the peak of Mahayana was no match for him.

Yet such a formidable figure had only been mentioned once in the original novel: when the female lead Song Miaomiao formed her Nascent Soul at a hundred years old, someone remarked that her talent was no worse than that of Sword Venerable Mingxiao, once the number one genius of the cultivation world.

Perhaps this Sword Venerable Mingxiao simply did not like joining in the bustle.

Of course, the world of geniuses had nothing to do with Song Zhizhi, nor had it had anything to do with the original owner.

Children in the cultivation world underwent spiritual root testing together at the age of ten. The original owner had been found to possess dual water and fire spiritual roots. In theory, dual spiritual roots were not poor aptitude, but water and fire roots were different. These two roots mutually generated and restrained each other, making cultivation even slower than that of ordinary triple-root cultivators. The original owner had begun cultivating at ten. Now eighteen, she had been more diligent than anyone, yet had only reached the fifth level of Qi Refinement.

Song Miaomiao, who had grown up alongside her, had been tested as having a top-grade mutated ice spiritual root and hailed as a genius seen only once in a thousand years. At only eighteen, she had already reached the peak of Qi Refinement. Had the Song family possessed a suitable Foundation Establishment technique, Song Miaomiao would have established her foundation long ago.

Everyone said she was inferior to Song Miaomiao. They trampled on her to praise Song Miaomiao, telling her that with Song Miaomiao around, no one would spare her a second glance. Thus, on the journey to the Sword Sect's disciple selection tournament, the original owner had harbored dark thoughts and wanted to drug the female lead, only for it to backfire on herself and drag down Song Zhizhi, an innocent transmigrator.

The original owner, trapped within the game, could not see clearly, but Song Zhizhi, an outsider, saw it all. The original owner had been used as a gun. Otherwise, as someone ostracized by others who had spent all her spirit stones on cultivation, where could she have obtained the costly Spring Day Powder?

But that did not mean the original owner was innocent. It was a fact that she had envied Song Miaomiao and done wrong. Song Zhizhi was too ashamed to return to the Song household, and this body possessed beauty enough to shame the moon and put flowers to blush. In a cultivation world brimming with martial prowess, it would be dangerous without the ability to protect herself.

After considering it, she still decided to follow the original owner's plan and participate in the Sword Sect's new disciple selection tournament.

The current cultivation world was led by three major sects: the Sword Sect, which focused on sword cultivators; the Mysterious Moon Sect, which focused on spell cultivators; and the Heavenly Feather Sect, which focused on artifact refiners and medical cultivators. The lesser sects beneath these three would not be discussed for now.

Song Zhizhi preferred the wealthy Mysterious Moon Sect, where cultivation would not be too arduous. But the Mysterious Moon Sect's next recruitment would be five years later, and the Mysterious Moon Sect and the Heavenly Feather Sect were friendly allied sects that frequently interacted. Xie Xiuji was a disciple of the Heavenly Feather Sect, and the two might run into each other one day.

Whenever Song Zhizhi thought of the name Xie Xiuji, she could not help feeling guilty. To avoid running into him, she decided to join the Sword Sect, which was farthest from the Heavenly Feather Sect and also had the worst relationship with it.

After joining the Sword Sect, she would stay indoors whenever possible and try to lie low until Xie Xiuji forgot she even existed.

*

Myriad Swords City was a prosperous city at the foot of the Sword Sect's mountain. Mortals and cultivators alike lived within its walls, and with the selection tournament approaching, the city was exceptionally bustling.

After Song Zhizhi paid the entrance fee and passed through the towering, magnificent city gates, she saw crowds milling through the streets. Young people in their teens walked back and forth, likely all here to participate in the Sword Sect's selection.

Song Zhizhi had not arrived particularly early. Most of the better rooms at the inns had already been booked, leaving only rooms in less convenient locations or rooms with cramped conditions.

Fortunately, Song Zhizhi was not picky. The room had a bed, a table, and tiles over her head. It was far better than sleeping in the wilderness.

Song Zhizhi entered the room and sat on the bed. She had intended to meditate and cultivate, but before long, her consciousness grew hazy. Her head began bobbing as drowsiness overtook her.

Perhaps she had spent the past half month traveling without proper rest and was simply too tired. Song Zhizhi recalled that after returning from business trips in other cities in her previous life, she needed three to five days of sleeping in before she recovered, so she did not think much of it.

She cast a cleansing spell on herself, removed her outer robe, and collapsed onto the bed. Within less than a minute, her breathing became long and even. Clearly, she had fallen sound asleep.

Half dreaming and half awake, Song Zhizhi seemed to hear birds chirping. It was not very loud, but it rang beside her ear all night, as if calling, "Mama, Mama."

When Song Zhizhi woke up and recalled the dream, she could not help smiling. It was rare for her to dream, yet she had dreamed of something so absurd. Even in the cultivation world, birds could not speak human language. Those who could were members of the Demon Race, and the Demon Race was not welcome in the human world.

A few faint bird calls seemed to drift in from outside the window. Song Zhizhi pushed it open and saw a bird's nest in the tree outside. Inside, fledglings opened their beaks, waiting for their mother to feed them.

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