Quickly Transmigrate: I am the Heroine in a Bloody and Abusive Story

Chapter 112 Luo Haisheng: What's the point of asking about the floating clouds in this world? (

Since I was born, my father has said to me, "You are born with a Taoist body, and you were born to be the best in the world of immortal cultivation. You have a Taoist heart formed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and you don't need to be troubled by inner demons. Your mind is clear and pure, which is something that others can only envy."

I was still young at that time and didn't understand these principles.

All I know is that when other children of my age were still playing, my father took me by his side and taught me to read 3,000 volumes of the Taoist Canon.

My mother, Ms. Xu, was also born into a family of immortal cultivators. Her health deteriorated significantly after giving birth to me.

In my memory, she was always bedridden. When I went to pay my respects to her, she would reach out and touch my head, then gently say to me, "You were born with a healthy body, but it's hard for my son, who has never smiled."

From then on I realized that no one can truly be calm and inactive. Everyone is driven by emotions, and if I have no emotions, I will become an outlier.

I put two fingers on the corners of my mouth, making them curl into a smile, and looked at another unfamiliar face in the bronze mirror.

In the end, I let it go. I don’t want to force myself to do anything. So what if I’m an outlier?

When I was five years old, I succeeded in drawing Qi into my body and successfully entered the immortal world. My father sent me to Liuyun Sect and I became a disciple of Yun Tianming, the sect's leader.

My master has high hopes for me and believes that as the first disciple of Liuyun Sect, I should shoulder the responsibility of being the future sect leader.

He took me with him almost every day and taught me how to practice.

What he said to me most often was, "Luo'er, it's not easy to be the head of Liuyun Sect. You still have so much to learn."

When I was ten years old, my master brought back a baby and a young boy from the Xianle Sect. He told me that Jing Qi would be my junior fellow apprentice in the future, and that the baby was his daughter, nicknamed A Yao.

I don’t quite understand why Master, who practices the Way of Mercy, brought back a daughter.

Master only said that his ruthless way had been revealed, and that in the future, I would have to rely on myself to cultivate the ruthless way.

"Luo'er, you are born with a Taoist body, and are most suitable for practicing the ruthless way. What your teacher cannot do, you will do."

I agreed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After Jing Qi drew the Qi into his body, his master personally taught him swordsmanship.

Although I am quite proficient in battle formations, my talent in swordsmanship is average.

The master placed his wish to inherit the sword skills on Jing Qi, and Jing Qi was forced to practice sword skills every day at a young age. However, the master always said that he was learning sword skills too slowly, and it would be difficult for him to understand his own sword skills before the age of 20.

Yun Mengyao was formally accepted as a disciple by the master when she was three years old, and she also stayed in Yunzhong Peak to practice with us every day.

Relatively speaking, Yun Mengyao is more attached to Jing Qi. I guess it’s probably because I don’t laugh often.

The two of them have similar personalities. They always like to be lazy and have fun. Without paying attention, they will climb trees to pick fruits and go to the river to catch fish.

I put on my big brother's airs and punished them both a little, and they would be quiet for a while. Not long after, it would happen again.

Although there are many disciples in Liuyun Sect, and other elders have many well-behaved and obedient disciples, I always hope that Yunzhongfeng can have a well-behaved and obedient junior brother or sister.

When I was seventeen, I met Lin Yi.

The master saw his aptitude of mutated ice spirit roots and said, "Lin Yi and I are most similar. In the future, he will definitely inherit the most orthodox swordsmanship of Liuyun Sect."

Facts have proved that Lin Yi is indeed quite talented in swordsmanship, and he learned the basic sword techniques in just half a month.

But he had his own ideas in mind and refused to listen to his master. In the entire Yunzhong Peak, he was the only one who listened to me.

I thought to myself that Yunzhongfeng finally had an obedient junior brother.

It was not until I ran into him with Ni Fang that I suddenly realized that my junior brother was also very well-behaved and obedient.

When I returned from my training in Baishui Town, my master told me a shocking secret.

In order to sever the relationship between Lin Yi and Ni Fang, he personally gave Lin Yi the love-breaking powder to drink.

Even if he told me all the reasons why he did it, I still didn't understand.

He said, "I don't want Lin Yi to follow my old path. The word 'Master' is too heavy. For it, I have lost everything I can lose."

What exactly did the master lose?

His life was too long for me, and I had no way of exploring who he met and what he did during the time I was not involved in.

The only thing I can guess is that my junior brother’s experience reminded him of himself.

Cut off all feelings and love, what exactly do the words love and affection mean?

What can make people flock to it, yet avoid it like the plague?

When I was forming the elixir, I almost developed a mental demon.

What happened later was beyond my expectations, and I began to realize that my abilities were so small that I couldn’t protect everyone.

When Ni Fang said goodbye to me while holding the seriously injured and unconscious Lin Yi, my mind was dazed for a moment. I had just digested the death of my master, and now I had to accept Lin Yi's departure.

I stood on the battlefield, looking at the smoke and countless corpses all around me, feeling a little dazed.

"Are you leaving too?" I looked at Yun Mengyao.

Although Sang Yuan told me that Yun Mengyao left Liuyun Sect, now that Master has passed away, Yun Mengyao no longer has any reason to leave Liuyun Sect.

But she still wanted to leave.

I can't keep her.

Jing Qi is still there, but he was devastated and said he wanted to go down the mountain to travel, but he didn't mention when he would return.

I was the only one left on the huge Yunzhong Peak.

After the death of the master, the other sects were like a pack of wolves surrounding them. In order to protect the immortal cultivation resources of Liuyun Sect from being devoured too miserably, the two uncles wished they could create several clones of themselves to guard the spiritual veins every day.

Uncle-master Yunxu advised me to hurry up and go into seclusion. After I advance to the middle stage of the Golden Core, others will be a little wary of me because of my cultivation level.

I know this is the best way, but I am still worried that if I stay in seclusion for too long, I may never see Lin Yi again.

Fortunately, my invitation received a response, and Lin Yi and Ni Fang returned to Yunzhong Peak again.

I originally thought that all the immortals in the world were seeking the word "nothingness", because nothingness gives rise to stillness, and stillness gives rise to emptiness. But during this retreat, I realized another truth: everything in the world is twin-born, because there is nothingness because there is something, so how can you let go if you don't pick it up first?

I told Lin Yi this, hoping that he could see through "not loving" from "love", but he said that he was no longer a cultivator, so there was no way he could see through it or let it go.

After Lin Yi and Ni Fang left, I was the only one left in Yunzhong Peak again.

Thanks to my master's teachings over the years, I have been able to handle all sect affairs very smoothly since I succeeded him as the head of the sect.

I placed my master's tablet behind my great master and lit the incense that has been burning all year round.

Many years later, Ni Fang found me and told me that she had saved a little boy who was nearly eaten by a ghost while traveling. Although his aptitude was slightly inferior, he had an excellent character and was a good candidate for cultivating immortals.

I think he looks a bit like me.

So I kept him and took him as my apprentice.

Although I like quietness, I have more and more disciples. When I hear their voices, I feel less lonely.

When they were drinking Tusu wine together on New Year's Eve, I happened to pass by after meditating and heard a few children talking behind their backs, "Master is born with a Taoist body, so does that mean he has no worries? I really want to be like Master."

I looked at the moon in the sky and sighed. Children are just children, they can tell jokes so lightly.

How could I not have worries?

After the formation of the infant, I have been seeing off people. First, several uncles died of old age, followed by my fellow junior brothers and sisters who failed to improve their cultivation, and finally my disciples.

When the news of Ni Fang's death came, I had just come out of seclusion. I originally thought that she would work hard with me to cultivate to the realm of spiritual transformation, but I didn't expect that she would die so early.

I didn't want to be trapped in Yunzhong Peak for the rest of my life like my master and great masters, so I went down the mountain with the cultivation level of middle Nascent Soul stage, and I met a pair of children holding hands.

The little boy was weaving grasshoppers as he walked, while the little girl kept asking what the teacher in the school had said.

I felt a little disappointed and stopped to look at them for a long time unconsciously.

The little girl noticed my gaze, hesitated for a moment and walked towards me, handing me the grasshopper that the little boy had just given her, "Grandpa, don't be envious, I'll give you the grasshopper."

This is something that only children play with.

Before I could say anything, the little girl skipped away.

I held the grasshopper in my hand, and she seemed to hand something else into my hand as well.

It was not until many years later that I suddenly realized that what she passed on to me was not only the innocence of a child, but also pure love.

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Now that the first story is over, I can finally talk about my creative journey.

This is a story about fate. Putting a complex story at the top of a long novel doesn't seem to be a pleasing decision. But I still did it because I wanted to express what I wanted to express most in the first story. As for why I set it as a quick travel of the heroine in a sadistic novel, it was for Xiaofanqie's traffic, of course not because I have a lot of things I want to complain about.

I need to use this story to show Ni Fang's indomitable spirit against fate. Yes, to be shameless, what I wanted to write at the beginning was a personal epic of a heroine. The "gods" represented by Tianming Bookstore interfered with her fate and her behavior, but she never stopped on the path she chose. For thousands of years, the charm of heroes lies in this, they rebel against personal fate, authority, and gods.

The relationship between Ni Fang and the system is not just a cooperative relationship, but also a teaching relationship. In the first half, the system uses its own absolute rationality to teach or discipline Ni Fang, trying to wash away her humanity and turn her into an absolutely rational person like itself. Just like the shortest line from point A to point B, the system will definitely choose the optimal path, but Ni Fang will not. She will choose the one she wants to take. That road may be winding and more difficult, but who cares, this is the road that people have walked. The second half is Ni Fang showing her thoughts and personal behavior in front of the system. My words may reveal some systematic reflection. But as far as I am concerned, I don’t want intelligent agents to have a reflective heart. Because worry is born from reflection, kindness is born from reflection, but intelligent agents don’t have to worry or be kind. I just need to think about this scene and I feel cold all over. It’s too much like a horror story. More importantly, I’m not writing science fiction.

When I was a kid, I read a lot of romance novels. The heroine was tender and the hero was hard as ice. The heroine gave a lot to the hero, and he didn't realize that he loved her until she almost died in his arms. I cried when I was a kid, but when I grew up, I slowly realized that these novels were so ridiculous. Are love and being touched the same thing? Of course, it is meaningless to ask this question. After constant subdivision, it will even become a boring explanation of terms. I thought, let's write a story about love and not love.

Some parts are written lightly, mainly because the characters are thinking about questions that the author himself does not have an answer to. I can only describe them, but I cannot give them a definition. However, if there are too many things to express, it will reduce the entertainment value of the story and narrow the audience. I still hope that more people will read it, so the next story will be more restrained and written more lightly~!

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