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

“Senior Sister? How is she?”

“Ah, I’m afraid she doesn’t have much time left.”

“She was perfectly fine at the Golden Core stage. What a pity.”

“The Young Sect Master too… breaking off the engagement now was a little too rushed.”

Elder Nanshan and several disciples could not help sighing. After lamenting for a while, they left Beishan Peak together.

The Tianjian Sect had three peaks. The main peak was where the Sect Master lived, while the southern and northern peaks were home to the two great elders.

A few years ago, Elder Beishan had mysteriously disappeared. Now, only his personal disciple, Zhai Wangyou, lived on Beishan Peak. As the only genius cultivator of the younger generation to have entered the Golden Core stage, Zhai Wangyou was also the eldest senior sister of this generation of Tianjian Sect disciples.

The sky gradually darkened. From time to time, the sound of a woman’s soft coughing came from inside the room. Her voice seemed to grow weaker and weaker, as though her vitality was slowly fading away.

Before long, the door opened softly, and a woman with slightly unsteady steps walked out of the room.

This person was the Tianjian Sect’s Eldest Senior Sister: Zhai Wangyou.

It was said that a few days ago, while out training, she had been ambushed. Her inner core had been shattered, and by the time she returned to the sect, she only had one breath left. Her cultivation had been completely destroyed.

Zhai Wangyou swept her gaze over the cold, empty courtyard, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her lips. “What a pity for this courtyard full of medicinal herbs. They will probably perish with me too.”

In a small patch of medicinal field in the corner, a stalk of Dream-Entering Grass swayed slightly.

Xi Zhou looked at the woman whose face was as pale as snow and silently complained in her heart: Senior Sister, can’t you go on your journey alone? This grass does not want to perish with you.

Unfortunately, she was only a medicinal herb. A grass’s words carried little weight—and she could not even speak.

Zhai Wangyou seemed to sense something. Her gaze fell toward the medicinal field, and a trace of doubt flashed across her brows.

Xi Zhou stiffened in place. Her leaves instantly froze, not daring to move at all. Only after Zhai Wangyou withdrew her gaze and turned back into the room did Xi Zhou finally relax.

Too terrifying. Not only had she transmigrated into a blade of grass, she was also in an unfamiliar world, not daring to show the slightest abnormality for fear that someone would take her for a demon and capture her.

Although there was not much abnormality she could show anyway—at most, she could shake her leaves—but she could not help feeling guilty.

The night gradually deepened. A bright moon hung high in the sky, with only two stars twinkling beside it.

The soft coughing inside the room suddenly worsened. Zhai Wangyou looked at the fresh blood on her handkerchief, but there was no emotion in her clear eyes. They were calm and undisturbed.

She silently closed her eyes and allowed herself to lose consciousness.

Outside the room, the moonlight was gentle, and everything was quiet.

In the medicinal field, Xi Zhou looked up at the sky, then drooped her leaves in boredom and began trying to fall asleep.

Under the night curtain, the person inside the room seemed to have exhausted the last trace of her spiritual energy. A wisp of cyan spiritual energy drifted out the door. Just as it was about to dissipate, it collided with a wisp of white spiritual energy in the medicinal field.

The two streams of spiritual energy slowly entwined. Gradually, the cyan spiritual energy gained the upper hand, wrapping the white spiritual energy into a ball until they merged together.

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

Where was this?

Zhai Wangyou looked around blankly. All she could see was a vast expanse of white, and nothing was clear.

She did not know where she was lying. The early autumn air was somewhat cold, but fortunately, there was a brocade quilt covering her. The pattern was familiar.

She wanted to stand up, but found that she had no strength at all. She could only lie there helplessly.

Suddenly, a stalk of grass appeared in her vision.

It was the most ordinary Dream-Entering Grass.

Without revealing any expression, Zhai Wangyou watched as that stalk of grass transformed into a human figure and walked toward her. It was the blurry silhouette of a woman.

“Who are you?”

The woman seemed to hear her voice. Her steps paused briefly before she continued approaching. Her face also gradually became clearer. However, that exquisitely beautiful face was filled with confusion. It was a lovely yet unfamiliar appearance.

“Stop.” Zhai Wangyou’s brows furrowed faintly. Instinctively, she felt a surge of unease, yet her hands and feet stubbornly refused to move.

This time, the unfamiliar woman seemed completely unable to hear her voice anymore and slowly drew closer.

Zhai Wangyou, who had always been calm and composed, could not help panicking. She had no idea what was happening before her eyes, nor where exactly this place was.

Could it be that this woman was going to possess her body?

She thought of her shattered inner core and her body, which could not muster even the slightest bit of strength, and closed her eyes in despair.

A moment later, a shadow slowly pressed down over her.

Zhai Wangyou’s lashes trembled lightly. She opened her eyes, and then her thoughts grew hazy. She forgot what day or night it was and let the person before her do as she pleased.

The unfamiliar woman gently held her powerless body, kissing her again and again, taking possession of her over and over, like a glutton that had tasted something irresistible, savoring the delicacy without ever knowing satisfaction…

In the silent room, the person on the bed clutched the brocade quilt tightly, as though she had already regained her strength.

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

The moon gradually disappeared. The autumn sunlight was warm and gentle.

The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears, and the person on the bed opened her eyes at that moment.

Zhai Wangyou quickly sat up, then froze.

She furrowed her brows slightly, temporarily suppressing the doubts in her heart and the discomfort in her body. After straightening her clothes, she pushed open the door and went out. Before long, she saw a young man walk into the courtyard.

“Wangyou, is your body feeling better? As for breaking off the engagement, I truly had no choice. You know that as the Young Sect Master, my fiancée must also have outstanding cultivation. I can only blame fate for playing tricks on us.”

The young man was Zhai Wangyou’s fiancé, and also the Young Sect Master of Tianjian Sect: Wang Junting.

However, now the word “former” had to be added before fiancé, because just a few days ago, this person had used a high-sounding excuse to dissolve their engagement.

Wang Junting wore an expression of pain and difficulty, but a trace of delight quietly flashed through his eyes. Soon, however, it was replaced by surprise. Wasn’t this woman supposed to be at death’s door, unable to even get out of bed?

Why did she not look like it? Could the information be wrong?

Impossible. He had clearly shattered Zhai Wangyou’s inner core with his own hands. This woman could only live for a few more days at most. She must merely be forcing herself to hold on.

Thinking of Zhai Wangyou’s temperament, a dark gleam flashed through Wang Junting’s eyes. What cold and self-possessed? What unattainable? What Golden Core genius? Now, she was nothing more than a cripple.

He looked at Zhai Wangyou. The woman’s long hair was like ink, and her beauty was almost immortal. Compared to her usual cold and indifferent appearance, there seemed to be something faintly different about her.

Before Zhai Wangyou could answer, Wang Junting continued speaking on his own. “Wangyou, don’t worry. I went to Father and begged for a life-prolonging pill. From now on, I’ll have your courtyard protected. I’ll come visit you often.”

Zhai Wangyou was slightly stunned. “What do you mean?”

Wang Junting took out a red pill. Looking into Zhai Wangyou’s clear eyes, he could not help feeling guilty. His gaze flickered as he said, “Although our engagement has been dissolved, we were once devoted to each other, after all. From now on, we can get along in this courtyard like Dao companions. As long as we use the method of dual cultivation, you’ll be able to prolong your life.”

This woman had never allowed him to touch her. Such peerless beauty, yet he had never been able to lay a hand on her. It truly was a pity. Fortunately, everything was different now. From now on, this woman could only rely on him to barely survive.

Otherwise… why not feed her this pill now?

Wang Junting’s heart burned. He could not resist taking two steps closer, raising his hand as though to feed her the pill. “Come, hurry and eat this.”

Unexpectedly, Zhai Wangyou merely lifted her hand and knocked the pill to the ground. Then she asked coldly, “Junior Brother Wang, did you obtain this pill from the Sect Master?”

Why would the dignified Sect Master of Tianjian Sect have such a lowly pill? And this person before her, as the Young Sect Master, had spoken such unbearable words just now.

Wang Junting froze. His mind cleared a little.

He looked at Zhai Wangyou in disbelief. “Your cultivation wasn’t destroyed?”

Just now, Zhai Wangyou had clearly not touched his hand. She had used controlled energy to knock down the pill. But could someone whose cultivation had been completely destroyed control energy?

Hearing this, Zhai Wangyou furrowed her brows again. She nodded faintly, which counted as a tacit admission.

Seeing her nod, Wang Junting seemed to receive a terrible fright and suddenly took several steps back.

How was that possible? Her inner core had clearly been shattered. How could she still have cultivation?

“Junior Brother Wang?” Seeing Wang Junting’s unusual reaction, Zhai Wangyou faintly sensed that something was wrong, but she had no time to examine it closely.

Wang Junting sucked in a cold breath, his smile stiff. “It’s good that your cultivation is still there. This is wonderful news. I’ll go report it to Father right away.”

Zhai Wangyou watched his somewhat panicked retreating figure. Junior Brother Wang’s reaction seemed a little off.

Not long after, disciples who had heard the news came one after another to visit. The news that Eldest Senior Sister’s cultivation had recovered quickly spread throughout Tianjian Sect.

Only…

Inevitably, everyone thought of the same matter.

The Young Sect Master had dissolved his engagement with Eldest Senior Sister because her cultivation had been destroyed, and he had quickly arranged a new engagement with Little Junior Sister.

But now that Eldest Senior Sister’s cultivation had recovered, what was supposed to happen to the engagement?

Author’s Note:

Quietly starting a new story. Waiting for you all to come~