Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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After the countdown ended, Li Yuebai opened his eyes and found himself back in an empty room.
The four walls of the room were all snow-white, with a full-length mirror on one wall, and nothing else.
Perhaps this was a place similar to a “rest room” given by the system, allowing him to rest here for a while before continuing his journey each time he transmigrated.
He remembered that when he came here last time, he found a halo on his wrist, the color of moonlight, which was very beautiful.
Li Yuebai raised his left wrist again and found that there was another halo there, now two rings, which crossed and slowly rotated on his wrist. He could not feel any weight or texture, as if it were purely a visual effect.
It seems that a successful transmigration will add a moonlight bracelet.
Li Yuebai used his right hand, which was not wearing the bracelet, to smooth his hair and rub his forehead. He still felt dizzy and a dull, oppressive feeling in his heart.
In real life, friendships deepen over time, but here, with each world he transmigrates to, he inevitably forms connections with his comrades in that world, only to be forcibly separated again.
His mind was now filled with the thrilling events of his previous transmigration, and Ye Qing.
Having shared so much with Ye Qing, the sudden separation was truly hard to accept.
“Many hosts develop a dependence on their world and teammates, even becoming unwilling to leave or continue to the next transmigration,” a voice announced. “Dear host, your current emotions are normal; you’ll be fine after a period of rest.”
“System?” Li Yuebai’s heart skipped a beat. “Which system are you?”
“What, which system?”
“Are you the system that accompanied me in the first transmigration, or the one I killed in the second? Or the judge who ultimately served the system’s mission in the second transmigration?” Li Yuebai felt his head throbbing more and more. This god was too good at testing intelligence, creating so many messy systems.
“None of those.” The System replied.
“…”
“I am the system assigned to you by the Main God for your next transmigration. I also have data on your previous two transmigrations.” The system’s voice was gentle: “Please guide me.”
“Just don’t be like hal-90000.” Li Yuebai shook his head, still somewhat angry at the system from his previous transmigration that constantly opposed him and which he had to work hard to defeat.
“Please rest assured, my core personality is one that dislikes trouble and I don’t want to waste my energy causing any problems for the host.” The system replied.
“Thank you.” Li Yuebai sighed, not daring to let his guard down.
“Host, please continue to rest. When you feel ready for the next transmigration, you can issue me a command.” The system said.
Li Yuebai rubbed his temples, feeling he had rested enough.
In the previous transmigration, he hadn’t slept for a long time and had suffered serious injuries, but all those fatigue and scars were left to the original owner. Now, this body was his own, clean and without a single injury, and it seemed he had rested for a long time; his brain wasn’t tired at all.
“Let’s go now,” Li Yuebai ordered.
Staying in this empty room made it easy to overthink, which wasn’t good and affected his mood. It was better to proceed with the next transmigration quickly.
“Yes, your order will be executed. Please prepare yourself. Next, you will arrive at the third stage, ‘Kunlun Immortal Mountain’…” The system’s voice grew softer and more hypnotic. With this, the entire small room lit up, and after a flash of white light, the transmigration was complete.
Li Yuebai opened his eyes and found himself sitting in an elegant hall.
Jade-paved floors, ebony pillars, ebony bookshelves… everything exuded antiquity, but calling it ancient wouldn’t be accurate. Each piece of furniture possessed an extraordinary quality, lacking dynastic characteristics, and didn’t seem like something from the mundane world.
A standing bronze mirror further confirmed— this was not the mundane world.
Ordinary bronze mirrors were made of bronze and polished smooth for illumination, but the surface of this mirror was indistinguishable in material, appearing to be polished jade. It was like the clearest water, radiating an eerie light.
Li Yuebai walked to the mirror and looked at his face— the first thing that caught his eye was his white hair, as clear as ice and snow, without a single strand of black hair. A crown of ebony adorned his head, and the rest of his long hair cascaded down, each strand perfectly in place.
Although his hair was entirely silver-white, his face showed no signs of aging. He appeared to be around thirty years old, with a slender face that exuded an air of otherworldly grace. His eyes were like still waters, his expression gentle, filled with a compassionate understanding of the world, devoid of any haughty or arrogant air, making him look instantly approachable.
Looking down at his clothes, he saw a plain white robe, made of a material he had never seen before, without any visible stitching, seemingly formed naturally, appearing even more ethereal on his slender frame.
“System.” Li Yuebai stared at himself in disbelief, momentarily speechless for fear of disrupting the immortal energy: “Could this world be…?”
“Yes, host, this world is a world of cultivation,” the system replied understandingly.
Li Yuebai wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted.
“Master, Master!” A little girl in a plain dress rushed in, her voice trembling. She was very cute, looking no more than ten years old, with her hair in two buns. Upon closer inspection, she was completely different from ordinary little girls— her steps were incredibly light, clearly possessing great immortal power, preventing her from falling over from running too fast.
“Her name is Xiao Ai, your youngest female disciple,” the system reminded him.
“Master!” Xiao Ai stormed in, running to Li Yuebai and grabbing the hem of his robe with her small hands: “Master, I want to complain to you! That troublemaker Jiang Shaoying broke the immortal rules again and sneaked out!”
Li Yuebai’s clothes were being tugged at by her, but a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
Since transmigrating, he hadn’t seen such a lively child. There were quite a few children in his second transmigration, including Xiao Wan and the children in the orphanage, but they were either kidnapped or controlled by vampires, their lives beyond their control. So, seeing Xiao Ai like this, his mood had indeed improved considerably.
Since she called him Master, he should act like one.
“It’s alright,” Li Yuebai smiled, “I’ll punish him according to the rules when he returns.”
“Hmph.” The girl puffed out her cheeks: “Master says it’s punishment, but every time it’s just a few words of advice and that’s it. Master is just too gentle, that’s why that troublemaker is so unruly…”
Although she called others troublemakers, her behavior in front of Li Yuebai was quite unruly. Which ordinary disciple would dare to directly grab their master’s clothes to complain?
It seems that what Xiao Ai said was true. His character was indeed too good-tempered, which caused all the disciples to be disrespectful and unruly.
“Xiao Ai, have you done your homework today?” Li Yuebai’s tone was still gentle.
The girl stuck out her tongue, quickly bowed, and ran out.
After getting rid of the child, Li Yuebai continued to receive the information provided by the system.
The original owner of this body was named Mu Qingning, an immortal master on Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
This world was a world of cultivation, and Kunlun Immortal Mountain was located in the northwest of the world. The mountain was extremely high and the area was extremely vast. The leader of the sect was revered as the Immortal Lord. In the early days, the Immortal Lord was elected by all cultivators based on their talents in swordsmanship, Taoist magic, and virtue. However, a thousand years ago, Kunlun Immortal Mountain produced an Immortal Lord of unparalleled merit, Yu Shi. Since then, the position of Immortal Lord had been inherited solely by Yu Shi.
Kunlun Immortal Mountain had a long history. Legend had it that it was founded by the Queen Mother of the West. The mountain was rich in jade with magical power, and Yu Shi claimed to be a descendant of the Queen Mother of the West, so he used the character “Yu” as his surname.
Of course, the cultivation forces in this world were not limited to Kunlun Immortal Mountain. To the west lied the Flowing Sand Plain, and to the east, the Imperial Mountain… and so on, forming a diverse and powerful landscape. Kunlun Immortal Mountain alone boasted over 50,000 cultivators, making it a formidable force and one of the most prominent sects among the various factions.
There were also many cultivators of other surnames on Kunlun Mountain. Although they may not have the chance to become Immortal Lords, they could still teach disciples and were respected by others.
Mu Qingning was sent to Kunlun Immortal Mountain by his parents at a young age to learn swordsmanship and immortal arts. He possessed exceptional talent, and after mastering his skills, he repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in slaying demons and monsters. However, since suffering a severe injury several years ago, his vital energy has been greatly depleted, and he no longer wielded a sword, focusing instead on teaching disciples in seclusion, living a life of seclusion and detachment from worldly affairs. Having witnessed countless life-and-death situations and experienced many trials in his youth, he possessed an exceptionally gentle nature and was particularly tolerant of others, even if his disciples were somewhat mischievous.
After listening to the brief introduction, Li Yuebai strolled around the room, taking in the sights.
The room was large, but the living space was small— most of the space was filled with bookshelves.
The bookshelves were filled with books, scrolls, folded pages, and volumes, all beautifully bound and elegantly styled.
He randomly pulled out a scroll and opened it— completely incomprehensible. He opened another scroll, still incomprehensible.
“System, please retrieve the original owner’s memories.” Li Yuebai then realized that his mind was currently blank, and nothing had been retrieved.
“Yes, due to the large amount of information, the loading process took some time. Loading is now complete, and it will be presented to you immediately,” the system replied.
The next second, Li Yuebai felt his brain explode.
A massive influx of information overwhelmed him.
His vision went black for a while, and he didn’t know how long it took before he could see again.
Li Yuebai steadied himself and looked at the scroll in his hands, only then realizing that the previously complex and difficult text was now easily readable.
The scroll contained nothing but military strategy.
Half of the bookshelves in this room were filled with military treatises, several of which were written by the original owner of the body.
While Mu Qingning’s swordsmanship and cultivation weren’t particularly advanced, he was a master of military strategy and tactics.
This wasn’t just theoretical; he had years of real-world combat experience.
Li Yuebai rummaged through the bookshelves for a while, finally finding a scroll painting in an exquisite box. Unfolding it, the paper was slightly yellowed, indicating its age, and the ink had faded somewhat. It depicted several young cultivators, each dressed in white and carrying a long sword, exuding confidence and spirit.
Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the most handsome and gentle-looking among them was none other than Mu Qingning himself.
Looking at the painting, memories flooded back.
In his youth, Mu Qingning had participated in several renowned battles, leading thousands of cultivators from Kunlun Mountain to slay demons and monsters, repeatedly achieving great feats.
He possessed limited martial prowess, but excelled at command. The other cultivators initially disobeyed him, but within days, they were all completely convinced of his abilities.
This was what they called a glorious era…
Li Yuebai stroked the portrait, and memories of the others depicted in it flooded back.
It turned out that Mu Qingning’s close friends, those who had fought alongside him, had all perished.
Some died on the battlefield, some at the hands of traitors, and some in the internal strife of Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
According to the description, Mu Qingning had experienced countless bloody events in his youth, both external and internal wars. The people in the portrait were not ordinary cultivators, but renowned figures on Kunlun Immortal Mountain; therefore, they were always among the first to participate in both external and internal conflicts. Consequently, they were the most vulnerable to death.
Only Mu Qingning, due to his gentle and unassuming nature and the fact that he hadn’t held a high position, had escaped countless upheavals and survived to this day.
Given this…
Li Yuebai was momentarily confused.
“System,” he asked, “In this life, do I still need to save myself?”
“Yes,” the system replied affirmatively, even adding, “The original owner’s future is bleak.”
Since Mu Qingning was already retired, respected by many, and gentle and unassuming, spending his days teaching his young apprentices, reading, drinking tea, and cultivating immortal herbs, who would want to harm him?
Moreover, he had escaped so many calamities before, which was enough to prove Mu Qingning’s low profile. What kind of calamity could possibly engulf him this time?
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