An Encounter with the Tsundere Immortal Lady Chapter 49

Lin Wuxi had met Old Sun here before, which meant this place was not far from the village where she had lived for half a year. After walking for a short while, Lin Wuxi could see the curling cooking smoke from the small village in the distance again.
Although Lin Wuxi had only left this place for a few months, to her, it felt like she hadn’t returned for three years. Those three years spent on the Heaven-Connecting Ladder made her heart stir a little upon her return.
It was the rice harvest season. The ears of grain planted in the plots of land were already golden yellow. The spectacular sea of rice swayed in the autumn breeze, reminiscent of a young girl’s graceful movements.
Her blue satin boots trod on the field path, slightly muddy after the rain. The air carried the faint scent of ripe grain. Lin Wuxi removed the veil covering her face and called out, “Everyone, I’m back.”
The village’s Huang was a breed descended from a pastoral dog, brought from the mortal realm by who knows who. Hearing footsteps, it was the first to run out from the central residential area of the village. Seeing Lin Wuxi, its tail wagged so hard it seemed it would fly off. It barked “woof woof,” and jumped around strangely, looking quite silly.
To think that the first one she’d see upon returning to the village would be it, Lin Wuxi’s lips twitched slightly. She subtly shifted aside, trying to avoid Huang’s approaching muddy paws.
But Lin Wuxi’s dantian was now destroyed, and the Purple Lotus was still safely in her storage bag. Huang, having lived in the Immortal Realm for these years, had gained some cultivation. So, Miss Lin ultimately failed to dodge the pounce.
Looking at the two embarrassing paw prints on herself, Lin Wuxi felt her face burn. No matter what, I am a cultivator at the Fusion Stage! A cultivator! Even if I’m insignificant in the Immortal Realm, teeming with powerful immortals, I shouldn’t be unable to handle a mere pastoral dog from the mortal realm! I feel this is Huang’s contempt for me, a mockery! Yes, mockery! Deliberate! This beast must be doing it on purpose!
“Huang, if you have guts, don’t run! If I don’t beat you today until even your master can’t recognize you, I’m not done with you! Stop right there!”
Huang, sensing the atmosphere was off, had long since slipped away without a trace. It watched Lin Wuxi slowly chasing from behind and even had the leisure to make a grimace at her. Its narrow face, squinted eyes, coupled with a deliberately tilted head, almost made Lin Wuxi summon her Qingyu Brush to hack at it.
“Aiyo, aiyo, is this Xixi? Why are you fighting with Huang? Stop chasing, stop chasing! Let Auntie have a good look at you. Have you lost any weight these days?” The speaker was Auntie Meng; Huang was her dog.
Seeing these warm-hearted old villagers again after so long, Lin Wuxi also felt very happy. She held Auntie Meng’s hand, about to catch up properly, when she saw Auntie Meng’s serious expression. Auntie Meng asked sternly, “Xixi dear, it’s only been a few months. How come you look like you’ve gained quite a bit of weight? Honestly, where have you run off to these days?”
Lin Wuxi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Without the Purple Lotus these days, her true energy couldn’t circulate to burn off excess calories, so a lot of the food she ate was stored as fat. To think this was seen through by the sharp-eyed Auntie Meng.
“Auntie Meng, where are the others in the village? I actually have something to ask everyone today, so I hope you can inform them to gather so we can talk.” Lin Wuxi was here, one, to see the villagers she hadn’t seen in a long time, and two, she really had matters to discuss with them. Most of the residents in the village were white-haired elders. Although their cultivation wasn’t too high, they were quite old, so it might be better to ask them about certain things.
“It’s autumn harvest season now. Old Man Sun and the others have all gone to the fields to harvest grain. If you want to see them, you’ll probably have to wait until sunset.” Food was very important in the Immortal Realm. Lin Wuxi didn’t want to disturb them, so she just bid farewell to Auntie Meng and walked straight towards the village’s library.
Don’t look down on it just because it was a small village; this was still the Immortal Realm after all. One of the most important resources for cultivation was various ancient texts and records. Even though food was relatively scarce in the Immortal Realm, cultivation techniques and manuals were readily available. Perhaps there would be something Lin Wuxi was looking for inside.
During her half-year stay in the village, Lin Wuxi had frequented this library. Going there now, she knew the way well. The village library wasn’t much different from others; it was a simple, unadorned wooden house. But once she pushed open the door, she could feel the much stronger formations inside, different from elsewhere. Although the Immortal Realm didn’t lack cultivation texts, and unless it was an extremely precious unique copy, generally no one would try to snatch them, cultivation texts held extraordinary significance for all cultivators and absolutely could not be easily damaged. Therefore, libraries in the Immortal Realm would also have extremely powerful restrictive formations set up by predecessors.
These formations weren’t aimed at Lin Wuxi, so she didn’t pay them much mind. Entering the rather spacious library, Lin Wuxi walked straight towards the historical records section.
The historical records of the last hundred years were almost entirely about how Immortal Lord Si Yin led the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace to subdue smaller factions throughout the Immortal Realm, eventually unifying it. Lin Wuxi glanced at them and skipped past; she already knew this and didn’t need to read it again. Further back, the history of several thousand years mostly consisted of struggles between various powers in the Immortal Realm and the rise of the Immortal Pavilion. This wasn’t what she was looking for either. Skimming through them quickly, Lin Wuxi continued her search until she found history from even further back.
A long, long time ago, before the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace was established, the Immortal Realm was not as it was today. The Immortal Realm back then was even more ethereal and indifferent than it is now. Immortals lived in seclusion, independent of the mortal world, pursuing the Heavenly Dao. At that time, immortals had no organizations; almost all of them acted alone. Only if an individual’s strength was great enough could they roam freely in the Immortal Realm and intimidate all directions.
This is it! Lin Wuxi rejoiced inwardly and continued to flip through, carefully studying the history of this period.
At that time, the connection between the Immortal Realm and the cultivation world was relatively close, with much travel through the Xuantian Secret Realm. However, there was a powerful expert in the Immortal Realm at that time who was dissatisfied with this situation. After being defeated in a battle with another expert of the same level, he, in a rage, destroyed the Xuantian Secret Realm, severing the connection between the Immortal Realm and the cultivation world.
The Xuantian Secret Realm was destroyed. At that time, the space of the cultivation world almost collapsed. If the cultivation world was destroyed, the immortal world could hardly continue. For the survival of both worlds, the victorious powerful expert sacrificed themselves to prevent the collapse of that space. But the spatial laws of the immortal world were also damaged as a result. Immortals could no longer abstain from grains; they needed to eat grains, fruits, vegetables, and rice.
And this impactful battle was called the “Immortal-Demon War.”
Lin Wuxi put down the book in her hand, frowning as she carefully pondered this piece of history.
At this moment, the door of the library creaked open. Granny Meng came in and said to Lin Wuxi, “Xixi dear, Old Man Sun and the others are back. If you have any questions, go ask them.”
“Okay.” Hearing this, Lin Wuxi looked up, got up, and followed Granny Meng towards the village chief’s house. But her constantly furrowed brow, which didn’t relax, showed that she hadn’t figured some things out.
At the village chief’s house, dozens of elders from the village had gathered. They hadn’t even cleaned the mud off the hoes and shovels they held in their hands when they arrived. One could imagine how eagerly they had awaited her return when they heard Lin Wuxi was back.
Seeing this, Lin Wuxi also felt warmth in her heart. How could she not want to see these people who, in a short time, had given her a warmth she once never dared to hope for?
But Lin Wuxi was anxious, and an inexplicable sense of urgency made her dare not delay even a moment. So, after a simple greeting, Lin Wuxi got straight to the point: “Actually, Wuxi does have something to ask everyone this time. Recently, I roughly looked through ancient history. It mentioned the ‘Immortal-Demon War.’ The ancient powerful expert called the ‘Immortal’ blocked the collapse of space with their own body during the battle and sacrificed themselves. But the whereabouts of the ancient powerful expert called the ‘Demon’ were not mentioned in the book. Wuxi wants to ask everyone, do you know what happened to that ‘Demon’ in the end?”
The elders present were all several hundred years old. Having lived long, they naturally knew more. Although the ‘Demon’s’ whereabouts were deliberately omitted from historical records, there were some rumors in the immortal world. These elders still knew a bit.
“We do know a little about this. It’s said that during the Immortal-Demon War, that ‘Demon’ was also severely injured and was defeated again by the combined suppression of other powerful experts from the immortal world. They were sealed in a certain place, but no one knows exactly where.”
“‘Sealed…'” Lin Wuxi muttered. She thought of someone, but couldn’t confirm it. After a moment of silence, Lin Wuxi asked again, “Regarding the Immortal Emperor, are there any legends left in history?” This was also the question Lin Wuxi most wanted to know.
“’Legends?’” Hearing this, all the elders present frowned. Many of them had not heard of such things.
“Regarding the Immortal Emperor, when I was young, I happened to see something in an ancient book. There was only one sentence: ‘Emperor Xiao, Jade Returns to Heaven.’ I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time. Thinking about it now, could this sentence be referring to Immortal Emperor Si Yin?” The one who spoke was the most senior village chief.
“’Emperor Xiao, Jade Returns to Heaven?’” Lin Wuxi repeated this sentence over and over, her expression seemingly growing more solemn.
‘Emperor Xiao’ should allude to time. Xiao is another name for crape myrtle, and the crape myrtle flowering period is from July to September each year. It’s already late June now. It seems time is short. And ‘Jade Returns to Heaven’ should refer to a certain event. Senior Sister suddenly driving me out of the immortal world might be because of this matter. But I don’t know what this ‘Jade Returns to Heaven’ actually refers to.
Lin Wuxi quickly thanked the elders in the house and rushed towards the library again. Time was short; she hoped to find an explanation for this sentence among the numerous historical records.
Unfortunately, almost all historical books never mentioned anything related to the “Immortal Emperor.” Even if a few mentioned it, the content inside seemed to have been erased by an unseen hand. She couldn’t find any useful information at all. Lin Wuxi searched through all the historical books in the library but couldn’t find anything more.
How could this be? The intense urgency during this period made my entire being tense up. Time was getting closer and closer, but I don’t even know what Senior Sister is facing. How can I help?
At this moment, I hate my own powerlessness. If only I were stronger, if only I were strong enough to protect Senior Sister. I have no power, and I can’t think of a way to help Senior Sister. Can I only watch helplessly as Senior Sister faces that unpredictable danger alone?