As a lucky person who transmigrated the moment she woke up, after the old man’s Flying Thunder God Slash, Liancheng’s understanding of the fear of death was fully completed.
Unable to see or hear, the ambiguous, overlapping scenes turned into a white light flashing in her mind.
Gradually, the white light took shape, forming a snowfield.
On the snowfield, a building resembling a flat-topped pyramid appeared.
Is that the Immortal Tomb?
Surprised that she could still have thoughts after death, Liancheng found her vision uncontrollably hurtling toward the Immortal Tomb.
Heaven and earth swapped positions.
When she awoke again, Liancheng felt an indescribable strangeness.
It was a god’s perspective, her vision compressed into a frame, like looking at a flat map.
Inside the frame were the tops of a group of people’s heads.
Liancheng recognized them—the cultivators from just now.
She tried to zoom in and could even admire her own brutally killed corpse, intestines spilling all over the ground, her face pale yet still beautiful.
Among the entire Immortal Tomb, the old man had the loudest voice.
The gatekeeper switch… how did I not know… this old man has so much inner drama.
As the spatial rift tore open, it felt like when the doctor told you to say “ah” for an examination in childhood.
Liancheng had a sense that if she wanted, she could close the rift at any time, as easily as shutting her mouth.
But if she closed it, would someone die inside the collapsing spatial passage?
Wouldn’t that be killing people indirectly?
Forget it, forget it.
Liancheng considered herself a modern person with normal morals; she couldn’t do that kind of thing.
Keeping the “mouth” shape to let everyone pass through, Liancheng felt like a python that had been startled and was now regurgitating.
Bored, she overheard the burly man talking about some Gloomy Valley, which seemed related to the old man, and suddenly became interested.
So, could she teleport people to this Gloomy Valley?
As her heart moved, an opposing connection emerged from the void.
That space had a bone-chilling, gloomy wind and a dark sky without sunlight—it must be the Gloomy Valley.
Watching the old man step through the spatial rift, Liancheng grew smug.
You killed me once; messing with you a little isn’t too much, right?
When everyone was gone, Liancheng closed her “mouth.”
Just as she was pondering how to escape the Immortal Tomb, her consciousness rose and arrived at the snowfield again.
Everything had returned to normal, except for her body.
She was still a beautiful woman in an elegant white robe.
I can’t go back, can I…
The towering snowy peak made Liancheng look down but not see her toes.
She stepped barefoot onto the snow, but felt no cold sensation.
When she looked up again, the scenery before her had already changed.
The snowfield turned into a desert.
A single gust of dry wind could split a person open.
Heat radiated from the inside out; the sand was charcoal in a grill, and she was a piece of meat on the rack.
If she stayed any longer, she would surely sizzle with oil and turn golden on both sides.
Fortunately, the connection to the Immortal Tomb still existed.
Liancheng gazed at the massive wound in the earth beside her, at least the size of an artificial lake.
From the very bottom, a miniature model resembling a flat-topped pyramid was slowly rising—the shrunken Immortal Tomb.
Extending her right hand, Liancheng observed the small Immortal Tomb floating on her palm.
Dark clouds gathered above its range, and brewing lightning struck the tomb itself, causing the engraved runes to flicker, like a miniature world of its own.
The heat waves constantly scorched the earth.
Liancheng didn’t want to stay another second.
With a thought, the surrounding scenery rapidly expanded and receded.
She had teleported to the empty space in front of the Immortal Tomb’s gate.
But the wind howled wildly, tossing her ink-black hair into a frenzy.
Her wide sleeves also slid down, revealing a stretch of smooth, fair shoulder.
All accidents.
Liancheng admonished herself, her wine-red beautiful eyes glancing away.
Silently reciting “see no evil,” she entered the interior of the Immortal Tomb and devoted herself to controlling the tomb itself.
Blood and flesh merged.
The structure and driving principles of the entire tomb became simple and understandable to her.
In short, if she could figure out how to move it, just go with it.
It was like riding a bicycle for the first time.
Forward, backward, left, right.
Liancheng adjusted to the G-force from the tomb’s flight, set a direction, and started accelerating.
Liancheng, move.
In the vast sand sea, a pitch-black streak flashed by.
Though she suspected she might be going in the wrong direction, she was unfamiliar with the place, so she just treated it as mapping the area.
She had always dreamed of buying a motorcycle, but work had become increasingly heavy, and even if she bought one, she wouldn’t have time to ride it.
Liancheng thought about this as she urged the Immortal Tomb to speed up, and suddenly felt a sense of clarity.
The yellow sand grew thinner.
The sky at the spatial boundary of the Immortal Tomb gradually synchronized with the dark clouds.
By the evening of the next day, she had piloted the tomb out of the desert and arrived at a small village.
Searching around, Liancheng sneaked into a house. Inside, a kindly old woman was sewing shoes.
Steering the tomb behind her, Liancheng reached out, broke through the tomb’s space, and swiped a simple pair of cloth shoes.
After putting them on, she found a spot behind a house with no one around, left the tomb’s space, tucked the small tomb into her wide white robe sleeve, straightened her clothes, and seeing no one outside, stepped out with her long legs.
The setting sun dipped west, smoke curled from chimneys, and the sunset glow bathed a few resting camels, snorting and chewing—watching it made her hungry.
Rubbing her soft, intact belly, Liancheng arrived at a mud-brick house.
From inside came a rich aroma that made her mouth water.
“You… where did you come from?”
At the door of the mud house, an old woman lying on a rocking chair reached for the hoe beside her and squinted as she asked.
“Old lady, I came from the desert. I’m thirsty and hungry. Your home smells the most fragrant—could I have a little to eat?”
“Oh, a beggar.”
The old woman put down the hoe, slowly rose while supporting herself on the rocking chair.
Liancheng saw this and helped her up.
“Little sister,” the old woman’s wrinkles crowded together as she reached out and pressed Liancheng’s soft hand.
“You’re a good person. If you don’t mind, how about eating inside? My granddaughter cooks delicious food.”
“Thank you.”
Supporting the old woman across the threshold, Liancheng also saw the granddaughter busy by the stove.
“Grandma, wait a bit, it’ll be done soon! You sit first!”
Strange, Grandma usually doesn’t come in this early.
What’s today?
Lin Zhi thought as she turned her head to look, only to see a palace-robed beauty helping her grandmother sit down.
That woman was extremely beautiful.
Every inch of skin, every expression was perfect, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.
Lin Zhi stared blankly, and when she happened to meet those wine-red eyes that held a thousand charms with every blink, she was too stunned to speak.
“Hey, little girl, it’s burning.”
Seeing the fifteen-or-sixteen-year-old girl in a daze, Liancheng smelled something scorched and naturally reminded her gently.
“What’s burning?”
Lin Zhi was dizzy from the beauty and didn’t react at first.
“Your food. It’s burning.”
The burnt smell grew stronger. Liancheng sighed.
“My food?”
Lin Zhi was lost in the eyes a second ago, then jumped up the next.
“Ah! My food!”
“…”
Lin Zhi packed up the portions that were still edible, brought out clean bowls and chopsticks, and before she even sat down, her little mouth started chattering: “My name is Lin Zhi. Sister, what’s your name? Where are you from?”
“I came from the desert. My name is Lian… Chengxue.”
There’s a saying: a real man doesn’t change his name.
But now, she wasn’t a man anymore.
Liancheng thought for a moment.
She had gone from an old virgin to a beautiful woman.
Calling herself by her original name felt strange.
Then she thought of that special snowfield, and decided to use this name from now on.
Lin Zhi blinked upon hearing this, looked Lianchengxue up and down, taking in her spotless white robe.
Coming from the desert without a trace of sand, and so beautiful…
“Sister, are you a legendary immortal?”
The little girl couldn’t hide her thoughts.
As she thought, she asked aloud.
“Not yet.”
Lianchengxue picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of green, sticky vegetable, and bit into a steamed bun that had a light grain fragrance.
“Immortals don’t need to eat.”
“Oh… then sister, have you seen an immortal? Otherwise, how would you know immortals don’t eat?”
“Girl, stop asking!”
Lin Laotaipo glared at Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi let out an “oh,” buried her head in her meal, while occasionally glancing at Lianchengxue.
Her intended answer was interrupted by the old woman.
Lianchengxue smiled and said no more.
A chance meeting, offering a meal was already the greatest kindness.
For an ordinary family, she should say less.
After all, immortals and mortals were different.
Lianchengxue remembered well the behavior of those cultivators in the Immortal Tomb.
They complained when there were no treasures, no different from a pack of bandits.
A total of eight large steamed buns were cooked.
The old woman had a poor appetite, and Lianchengxue herself had a small appetite, so she couldn’t eat many either.
The rest were all eaten by Lin Zhi; the little girl was at a growing age.
After the meal, before nightfall, Lianchengxue stood up.
Just as she was about to leave, Lin Zhi called out to her.
“Sister, are you leaving?”
“Mm. I can’t stay here.”
Lianchengxue had made up her mind.
She wanted to cultivate immortality.
Even though she had transmigrated as a woman, her man’s soul remained.
She couldn’t rest easy without experiencing the grudges and passions of this world.
“Then sister, can you leave me something to remember you by? Maybe I’ll meet you again in the future, but by then I’ll be grown up, and you definitely won’t recognize me, so…” Lin Zhi said, her eyes reddening.
Lianchengxue frowned slightly, tore a strip of cloth from her sleeve, and handed it over.
She was a straight man who didn’t understand such girlish emotions, but she couldn’t stand seeing girls cry.
Besides, this outfit seemed bound to her; even if she died and came back, it would still be there, and it seemed to repair itself automatically, so no need to worry about damaging it.
Lin Zhi hurriedly took the cloth strip Lianchengxue offered, treasuring it like a precious gem.
She was about to thank her, but when she looked up again, the palace-robed beauty who had stood there had vanished in an instant.
Lin Laotaipo had been planning to come out and enjoy the evening cool.
Seeing this, her wrinkled old eyes widened.
This is meeting a real immortal!
She quickly pressed Lin Zhi down to kneel, afraid the immortal might be offended.
Only after Lin Zhi performed the three kneels and nine prostrations did she allow her to stand up.
Lianchengxue knew nothing of this.
She simply threw out the Immortal Tomb, entered it, and sped away.
I was originally a man.
If I stayed behind to drag out this chitchat… tsk, unacceptable.
Alright, since there was no need to linger, Lianchengxue moved her mind and drove the tomb forward.
The tomb’s drifting speed was fast.
Lianchengxue estimated it felt like a high-speed train at full throttle.
It would take a considerable amount of time to get used to it.
The pitch-black night sky covered everything.
Tonight there was no moon or stars.
Along the way, patches of green appeared—no longer the endless yellow sand.
It was the perfect time for joyriding.
She maintained this pace until midnight, passing the remnants of Gobi scenery and entering a gray soil area with more vegetation.
She stopped to rest among the canopy of a small tree by the river.
The thunder and lightning outside didn’t affect the tranquility inside the Immortal Tomb at all.
Leaning sideways on a large rock in her sleeves, legs together without feeling any awkwardness, Lianchengxue scratched her face and sighed, thinking about whether to take a bath.
She was from the south.
Even if she hadn’t sweated much all day, not washing before bed felt wrong.
Besides, it was midnight—the third watch, roughly 1 AM.
In the wilderness with no one around, it was the perfect time for a bath.
Lianchengxue thought, At worst, the Immortal Tomb is circling around me. If anything happens, I just shrink back inside.
With three layers of insurance, what was she waiting for?
Strip!
As for the completely unfamiliar body… her obsession with bathing ran deep.
Overcoming it should… be easy, right?
After a full fifteen minutes of mental preparation, imagining everything from cabbage to radishes, Lianchengxue took a deep breath, fumbled with the knots to untie them, and removed her outer robe and two inner garments.
The fabric slipped off with a soft rustle, like a faint sigh.
I love reading stories about big rigs crushing things, but I never wanted to become the big rig myself.
Sigh!
Without restraints, her mature, voluptuous curves were fully released.
Looking at her own smooth, delicate arms, Lianchengxue gulped and couldn’t help pinching herself.
If only this were my girlfriend.
But the pain came through clearly, telling her this was indeed her body, and also meant that from now on, she would live as a woman…
Tch.
Lianchengxue closed her eyes, doing her best not to think about these pointless things.
She passed through the tomb’s space, and her body submerged into the icy river water, extinguishing the last trace of tender thoughts.