After Transmigrating as a Blade of Grass (GL) - Chapter 1

“How is the Eldest Senior Sister?”

“Sigh, I’m afraid her days are numbered.”

“To think she was in the Golden Core stage… what a pity.”

“The Young Sect Master is something else, too. He was in such a hurry to annul the engagement.”

The Nanshan Elder and several disciples couldn’t help but sigh. After expressing their lamentations, they left the North Peak together.

The Heaven Sword Sect consists of three peaks. The Sect Master resides on the Main Peak, while the two Great Elders live on the North and South Peaks.

Years ago, the North Peak Elder disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Since then, only his direct disciple, Zhai Wangyou, lived on the North Peak. As the only genius cultivator of the younger generation to reach the Golden Core stage, Zhai Wangyou was the Eldest Senior Sister of this generation’s disciples.

As the sky grew dark, the sound of a woman’s light coughing drifted from the room. The voice sounded increasingly frail, as if life itself were slowly draining away.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and a woman stepped out with unsteady footsteps.

This person was the Eldest Senior Sister: Zhai Wangyou.

It was said that she had been ambushed during an experiential journey a few days ago. Her Inner Core had been shattered; by the time she returned to the Sect, she had only one breath left, her cultivation completely destroyed.

Zhai Wangyou surveyed the desolate, lonely courtyard. A bitter smile touched her lips. “A pity for this courtyard full of medicinal herbs; they will likely follow me in death.”

In a small corner of the medicinal field, a blade of Dream-Entry Grass swayed slightly.

Xi Zhou, looking at the woman whose face was as pale as snow, complained silently in her heart: Eldest Senior Sister, wouldn’t it be better for you to go on your way alone? This grass does NOT want to follow you into the afterlife.

Unfortunately, she was just a medicinal herb. A blade of grass carries no weight; she couldn’t even speak.

As if sensing something, Zhai Wangyou’s gaze landed on the medicinal field. A flicker of doubt crossed her brow.

Xi Zhou froze on the spot. Her leaves immediately stopped moving. She only relaxed once Zhai Wangyou withdrew her gaze and turned back into her room.

How terrifying. Not only had she transmigrated into a blade of grass, but she was also in an unfamiliar place. She didn’t dare show a hint of abnormality, fearing someone would treat her like a monster and exorcise her.

Even though she couldn’t actually do much—at most, she could wiggle a leaf—she still felt incredibly guilty and nervous.

The night deepened. A bright moon hung high in the sky, accompanied only by two flickering stars.

Inside the room, the coughing suddenly intensified. Zhai Wangyou looked at the blood on her handkerchief. Her clear eyes held no emotion; they were calm and rippleless.

She silently closed her eyes, letting herself slip out of consciousness.

Outside, the moonlight was gentle, and all was quiet.

In the medicinal field, Xi Zhou looked at the sky, drooped her leaves listlessly, and began to drift toward sleep.

Under the shroud of night, the person inside the room seemed to lose her last trace of spiritual energy. A wisp of green spiritual qi floated out of the door. Just as it was about to dissipate, it collided with a wisp of white spiritual qi from the medicinal field.

The two wisps slowly became entangled. Gradually, the green qi gained the upper hand, wrapping the white qi into a ball until they fused.

Inside the room, the unconscious person on the bed frowned for some reason.

Where is this?

Zhai Wangyou looked around in a daze. Her vision was filled with vast stretches of white; nothing was clear.

She didn’t know where she was lying. The early autumn air was cold, but luckily she was covered by a brocade quilt with a familiar floral pattern. She wanted to stand up but found she had no strength at all, left to lie there in futility.

Suddenly, a blade of grass appeared in her vision—the most common kind of Dream-Entry Grass.

Zhai Wangyou watched silently as the grass transformed into a human shape and walked toward her. It was the blurry silhouette of a woman.

“Who is it?”

The woman seemed to hear her voice. Her footsteps paused for a moment before she continued to approach. Her features gradually became clear—a refined and peerless face, though it was filled with bewilderment. It was a beautiful but unfamiliar face.

“Stop.” Zhai Wangyou’s brow furrowed. She instinctively felt a sense of unease, but her limbs refused to move.

This time, the strange woman seemed completely unable to hear her voice as she slowly drew closer.

The usually calm and self-possessed Zhai Wangyou couldn’t help but panic. She didn’t understand the situation—where on earth was she?

Was she about to be “possessed” (Soul-Snatched) by this woman?

Thinking of her shattered Inner Core and her current powerless body, she closed her eyes in despair.

A moment later, a shadow slowly pressed down.

Zhai Wangyou’s eyelashes trembled. She opened her eyes, and then her thoughts became hazy. She forgot the time and place, allowing the person before her to do as she pleased.

The strange woman gently embraced her strengthless body, kissing her again and again, possessing her over and over. Like a gluttonous Taotie who had just discovered a delicious flavor, she tasted the sweetness without satiation…

In the silent room, the person on the bed gripped the brocade quilt tightly, as if she had regained her strength.

After a long time, her lips moved slightly, and the fingers gripping the quilt loosened weakly.

The moon gradually faded, replaced by the mild and warm autumn sunlight.

The sound of soft footsteps approached, and the person on the bed opened her eyes.

Zhai Wangyou sat up quickly, then paused.

Frowning slightly, she temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart and the discomfort in her body. She tidied her clothes and pushed open the door. Soon, she saw a young man walking into the courtyard.

“Wangyou, do you feel any better? Regarding the annulment of the engagement… it was a matter of necessity. You know that as the Young Sect Master, my fiancée must have outstanding cultivation. I only hate that fate has played such a trick on us.”

The young man was Zhai Wangyou’s fiancé—and the Young Sect Master of the Heaven Sword Sect: Wang Junting.

However, a “former” would have to be added before “fiancé” now, because just a few days ago, this man had used grand-sounding excuses to break off the engagement.

Wang Junting had a look of pain and difficulty on his face, but a hint of smugness flickered in the depths of his eyes. That was quickly replaced by surprise—wasn’t it said this woman was at death’s door and couldn’t get out of bed?

She didn’t look like it. Was the information wrong?

Impossible. He had personally shattered Zhai Wangyou’s Inner Core. This woman should have only a few days to live at most; she was likely just forcing herself to stand.

Recalling Zhai Wangyou’s personality, a dark light flashed in Wang Junting’s eyes. So what if you’re cold and self-possessed? So what if you’re an unreachable Golden Core genius? Now, you’re nothing but a cripple.

He looked at Zhai Wangyou. Her long hair was like ink, her face like jade. She seemed faintly different from her usual cold self.

Before Zhai Wangyou could answer, Wang Junting continued on his own: “Wangyou, don’t worry. I went to my father and begged for a life-extending pill. From now on, I will have your courtyard protected, and I will come to see you often.”

Zhai Wangyou was slightly taken or aback. “What do you mean by this?”

Wang Junting took out a red pill. Looking into Zhai Wangyou’s clear eyes, he felt instinctively guilty. His gaze flickered as he said, “Although our engagement is dissolved, we were once in love. From now on, we can live in this courtyard like Daoist partners. You only need to use the method of Dual Cultivation, and you will be able to extend your life.”

This woman had never let him touch her. It was a pity that such a beauty couldn’t be defiled, but things were different now. From now on, this woman could only survive by relying on him.

Why not feed her the pill right now? Wang Junting’s heart grew hot. He couldn’t help but step closer, raising his hand to feed her the pill. “Here, hurry up and eat this.”

Unexpectedly, Zhai Wangyou raised her hand and struck the pill to the ground. She asked coldly, “Junior Brother Wang, did you get this pill from the Sect Master?”

Why would the dignified Sect Master of the Heaven Sword Sect have such a low-class pill? And this person before her—as the Young Sect Master, the words he just spoke were simply unbearable to the ear.

Wang Junting froze, his mind clearing slightly. He looked at Zhai Wangyou, disbelief written on his face. “Your cultivation… isn’t destroyed?”

Just now, Zhai Wangyou clearly hadn’t touched his hand; she had used Qi Manipulation to knock the pill away. Could someone whose cultivation was destroyed manipulate Qi?

Hearing this, Zhai Wangyou frowned again. She gave a faint nod, which served as a silent admission.

Seeing her nod, Wang Junting jumped back a few steps as if he had seen a ghost.

How is that possible? The Inner Core was clearly shattered. How can she still have cultivation?

“Junior Brother Wang?” Seeing Wang Junting’s unusual reaction, Zhai Wangyou sensed something was wrong, but she didn’t have time to investigate.

Wang Junting sucked in a breath of cold air, a stiff smile on his face. “It’s good that your cultivation is still there. That’s great news! I’ll go inform Father right away.”

Zhai Wangyou watched his somewhat panicked retreating back. Her Junior Brother’s reaction was definitely strange.

Before long, disciples who had heard the news began arriving one after another to visit. The news that the Eldest Senior Sister’s cultivation had been restored spread quickly through the Heaven Sword Sect.

However…

Inevitably, everyone thought of the same thing. The Young Sect Master had broken the engagement because the Eldest Senior Sister’s cultivation was destroyed, and he had quickly entered a new engagement with the Little Junior Sister.

But now that the Eldest Senior Sister’s cultivation was restored… which engagement was the one that actually counted?