After transmigrating As The Sickly Junior Sister - Chapter 1

Qingxi Mountain was wrapped in drifting mist. Halfway up the mountain, on the sect’s training grounds, several hundred disciples stood neatly in lines on both sides, heads lowered as they listened to the elder speaking from the high platform.

The elder of Qingxi Sect had the surname Ye. He was a tall, broad-built middle-aged man who looked extraordinary in bearing, imposing even without anger.

“Qingruo is coming out of seclusion today. She plans to descend the mountain for a few days of training and needs to choose one disciple to accompany her and take care of her daily needs…”

The Qingruo Elder Ye spoke of was the woman in white currently standing beside him.

Her name was Ye Qingruo. She was Elder Ye’s biological daughter, the adopted daughter valued by the old sect master, and also the young sect master of Qingxi Sect.

When the disciples heard this, their hearts surged with excitement. One after another, they hoped they would be chosen, as if being able to accompany the young sect master down the mountain for training was a supreme honor.

This was especially true for the female disciples. Since the task was to take care of the young sect master’s daily needs, they were also women, so they should have a better chance of being selected.

Among them, however, there was one person whose expression was listless, without the slightest expectation in her eyes.

Jiang Li silently rolled her eyes. Take care of her daily needs? Wasn’t that just choosing a maid? She had no interest.

Most importantly…

She could associate with anyone here, but Ye Qingruo was the one person she absolutely could not get close to, because to Jiang Li, Ye Qingruo represented danger.

Fatal danger.

Jiang Li’s gaze darkened slightly as she looked toward the eye-catching white figure standing beside Elder Ye.

The truth was, she came from the modern world.

Jiang Li had only heard a friend ranting that there was a cannon fodder character in a novel who had the exact same name as her. Since she happened to be bored in her hospital room, curiosity got the better of her, and she borrowed that novel from her friend to take a look.

Unexpectedly, before she had even finished reading it, she was pushed into the operating room.

Then, when she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into this romance cultivation novel that she had only read halfway through and had not even examined carefully.

Could the surgery have failed?

But it was only an appendicitis operation. Did it have to be this ridiculous…?

Jiang Li carefully studied Ye Qingruo, and the description of this woman from the novel surfaced in her mind.

A senior sister with celestial beauty who captivated countless people, the noble and upright young sect master, a cultivation genius who formed her core at the age of thirty, and the white moonlight the male lead longed for all his life. Unfortunately, she was a white moonlight who died early.

As for Jiang Li herself, she was a minor cannon fodder character who died at the beginning after blocking a sword for Ye Qingruo.

She died even earlier than the white moonlight.

On the high platform, after Elder Ye gave the disciples a few words of encouragement, he swept his gaze over the crowd below and instructed as if casually, “Let it be Jiang Li.”

When the disciples heard his words, they all froze.

“Why Jiang Li?”

“What right does Jiang Li have to follow the young sect master for training?”

A wave of low whispers rose within the training grounds. Clearly, no one had expected this opportunity to fall to Jiang Li. Those voices even carried faint doubt and unwillingness.

Jiang Li was even more stunned. Could he not be so casual about this?!

She had only just transmigrated over and still did not know whether her modern self had died on the operating table. What if she went back and found herself as a corpse?

Or perhaps she could not go back at all. Although she was an orphan and did not have much to be attached to in the modern world, no matter which world she was in, who would complain about living too long?

Jiang Li wanted to live to a hundred. She wished she could be a thousand-year-old turtle…

The disciples below exchanged glances for a moment. Some quietly looked toward Eldest Senior Brother Xinyi. Xinyi was the old sect master’s personal disciple.

The old sect master had been in seclusion for many years, and Elder Ye was managing sect affairs in his place. At this moment, among those present, the only people whose status allowed them to oppose the Great Elder’s decision were Young Sect Master Ye Qingruo and this chief eldest disciple of the old sect master.

Xinyi clenched his fist and, as everyone hoped, spoke up. “Elder, Jiang Li is a new disciple who only recently entered the sect. She has not yet reached Foundation Establishment. This disciple believes it would be more appropriate to choose someone else.”

All the major sects had one shared rule: disciples who had not reached Foundation Establishment were not allowed to descend the mountain alone. Only after reaching Foundation Establishment could one be considered to have the ability to protect oneself. Even if one encountered a high-level cultivator, there would still be a strong chance of escaping with one’s life. Otherwise, at least four people had to travel together, which could, to a certain extent, prevent new disciples from dying too early.

But there was one exception. If the companion had a cultivation level at the Golden Core stage or above, this sect rule could be ignored.

For example, right now, Ye Qingruo was at the Golden Core stage, so it was permitted for her to bring Jiang Li, a disciple who had not reached Foundation Establishment, down the mountain.

Elder Ye’s expression darkened slightly. He looked at the daughter beside him. “What does Qingruo think?”

Hearing this, Ye Qingruo gently shook her head. “It is fine.”

This time, she was not descending the mountain for the sake of training. The cultivation level of the person accompanying her was not important. Just as her father had said beforehand, having someone by her side to handle a few trivial matters would be enough.

Although that was what she said, a trace of confusion flashed through Ye Qingruo’s eyes. Why did the disciples’ expressions seem a little off? Could it be that there was something strange about this new disciple her father had chosen, and that it was not as simple as her not having reached Foundation Establishment?

Very soon, she knew the reason.

Because the disciple Elder Ye had chosen took two steps forward and raised her head.

The young girl had delicate features and an extremely pretty face. It was just that her complexion was far too pale, and there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, making her figure appear even more frail.

Jiang Li felt exhausted. Why did the thing she feared have to happen? Was this Great Elder’s eyesight bad or something? Of all people, why did he have to choose her?

She could not avoid Ye Qingruo fast enough.

Jiang Li bent at the waist and gave a bow, her tone weak as she said, “Elder, Young Sect Master, this disciple suffers from a deficiency illness and has low cultivation. I truly cannot take on this responsibility.”

“Indeed. Jiang Li suffers from a deficiency illness. She cannot even take care of herself, so how can she accompany the young sect master down the mountain for training?” Xinyi added at the right moment, his face full of concern.

Ye Qingruo could not help looking toward Elder Ye, her eyes questioning. Since Jiang Li suffered from a deficiency illness, why had she been able to enter the sect? And why had her father specifically chosen her?

That was right, specifically. She did not think her father had randomly pointed out just anyone. After all, this trip down the mountain was for that matter.

Elder Ye lowered his brows and did not speak for a moment, as if he had not expected anyone among the disciples to question his decision.

His gaze fell on Xinyi, and he thought to himself: Qingxi Sect’s Eldest Senior Brother, the old sect master’s eldest disciple.

Seeing that Elder Ye did not speak, Xinyi calmly explained, “Young Sect Master may not know this, but the rule for recruiting new disciples this time was that anyone with a spiritual root would do. Although Jiang Li suffers from a deficiency illness and has difficulty reaching Foundation Establishment, she has a single spiritual root.”

For a mortal to become a cultivator, the first condition was to possess a spiritual root. Having a spiritual root meant one could cultivate the Dao. The fewer spiritual roots one had, the higher one’s talent was. A single spiritual root was especially rare, something difficult to find even among ten thousand people.

Therefore, it was no wonder the disciples in charge of recruiting new members had brought Jiang Li back.

As for why Xinyi dared to stand forward and oppose Elder Ye despite the pressure, it was naturally because of Ye Qingruo.

Ye Qingruo had already broken through to the Golden Core stage. She was the person who had formed her core the earliest in Qingxi Sect in several hundred years. Her talent was extraordinary. Not only was she an exceptionally outstanding beauty, she was also the young sect master.

Among Qingxi Sect’s disciples, who would not want to go down the mountain and train with her? Admiring the strong was human nature, and this was especially true in the cultivation world.

As the old sect master’s eldest disciple, Xinyi was no exception. He was a few years older than Ye Qingruo, but even now, he remained at Foundation Establishment and had never managed to form his core.

In his selfish heart, he hoped the person accompanying Ye Qingruo for training would be himself. What if he encountered some opportunity and broke through? On the path of cultivation, opportunity was extremely important…

Ye Qingruo’s dark brows furrowed slightly. She asked, “What does this deficiency illness of hers refer to?”

Elder Ye finally spoke. “Although this girl has a single spiritual root, part of her spiritual root is damaged. To put it this way, Jiang Li’s damaged spiritual root is like a hole torn open in the sky. No matter how much spiritual energy there is, it cannot gather, and therefore she cannot reach Foundation Establishment. In this world, there is no Nüwa who can mend her spiritual root for her.”

A disciple with a single spiritual root meant extraordinary talent. As an elder of the sect, he would naturally pay attention to it. Because of that, he had discovered that Jiang Li’s single spiritual root was no different from a useless spiritual root.

As everyone knew, no one in the cultivation world could repair a spiritual root.

After Elder Ye finished speaking, the way the disciples looked at Jiang Li inevitably carried a trace of pity. They had originally thought Jiang Li was merely physically weak. They had not expected her spiritual root to be damaged. In the eyes of cultivators, that was no different from being crippled. At most, Jiang Li was a beautiful piece of trash.

Jiang Li lowered her head and remained silent, not caring about everyone’s gazes.

When she transmigrated over, it had been during the few days after the original owner had just joined Qingxi Sect. If not for the people around her recognizing her, she would have suspected that she had transmigrated with her original body.

After all, when she looked in the mirror, it was her own face. Aside from her body being weaker, even the mole on her neck was in exactly the same position.

Jiang Li stayed in Qingxi Sect for a month before finally confirming that she had transmigrated into the novel she had only read halfway through.

And she was a sickly little cannon fodder character who did not survive past the first three chapters, a useless little thing who used her life to block a sword for the white moonlight. Truly touching enough to move heaven and earth—also brainless enough to have water in her head.

After listening to Elder Ye’s words, Ye Qingruo hesitated for a moment before saying, “In that case, why not choose someone else?”

Had her father deliberately selected this disciple? If that was true, why had he not told her in advance?

Elder Ye pondered for a moment, then smiled. “Father was thinking that Jiang Li is a rare single spiritual root. If she goes down the mountain with you for training, perhaps she may encounter some opportunity. Since everyone has objections, why not draw lots and leave it to heaven’s will?”

After saying this, he glanced at one of the disciples below the high platform, signaling with his eyes.

That disciple accepted the order. Very soon, he brought up the jade tablets engraved with everyone’s names, placed them into a bronze cauldron, and carried it onto the high platform.

Below the stage, the disciples’ gazes could not help tightly following Ye Qingruo’s outstretched hand, all looking on with eager anticipation.

Ye Qingruo casually picked up a jade tablet from the bronze cauldron. When she saw the name written on it, her gaze paused slightly.