Traveling through the Immortal Realm: Starting from Becoming a Top-Level Furnace Cauldron

Ji Xian stood there in a daze.

His small body was as stiff as a rock.

Ji Lian struggled to get up from the ground, limped over, and pretended to be nothing.

"Xian'er, is school over?"

Ji Xian didn't move. She looked past her mother and in the direction where the carriage disappeared.

Only flying dust remains.

"Mom, let's go see a doctor!"

"It's okay."

Ji Lian reluctantly said, "Mom made you some vegetable dumplings. Let's go home."

Ji Xian clenched his fists.

Li Chanle.

She remembered the name.

*

Ji Lian fell ill after returning.

The fall was quite severe, and coupled with long-term fatigue, he developed a high fever that night.

Ji Lian's cheeks were burning red and her lips were chapped.

"Mother...mother..."

Ji Xian kept wiping her mother's forehead with a wet cloth, her voice filled with tears.

The mother did not answer.

She ran out of the yard and begged the guards, "Please, big brother... save my mother... She has a high fever..."

The soldier looked embarrassed.

"Without orders from above, we cannot take anyone to seek medical treatment..."

"Please..."

Ji Xian knelt down, her small hands grasping the soldier's trouser legs, tears finally falling, "My mother...will die if she doesn't get treatment!"

The soldier turned his face away and hardened his heart.

"No."

Just when Ji Xian was in despair, the sound of carriages and horses was heard again outside the courtyard.

This time the event is quite grand.

A graceful woman came over surrounded by eunuchs, followed by Li Chanle who looked reluctant.

She is the third princess.

She looked at Ji Lian, who was dying on the sickbed, and frowned slightly.

"I failed to educate my daughter properly, causing Madam Ji to become frightened and sick. I have brought my daughter here to apologize."

Li Chanle was pushed by her mother and walked forward reluctantly, muttering softly:

"sorry."

The Third Princess continued, "The imperial physician is outside the door. Please follow us back to the palace for proper treatment and recovery."

Ji Xian stood in front of her mother's bed.

She doesn't believe it.

These people ride their horses to commit violence and humiliate people during the day, but are kind enough to save people in the evening?

The Third Princess looked at her with a deep gaze: "Child, your mother is seriously ill and cannot be delayed."

Ji Xian looked at her mother's pale face, her heart aching.

She had no choice but to move aside.

"Someone is coming."

"Carry Madam Ji up."

Ji Lian was carried onto the carriage and drove away with the crowd.

Ji Xian stood in the empty yard, feeling more and more uneasy.

The princess came out of the palace to apologize in person?

Why do we need to bring my mother to the palace for treatment? Can't the palace physician come here?

It's so abnormal.

She remembered the scene where her mother was humiliated, Li Chanle's arrogant face, and the Third Princess's calm eyes.

wrong!

Ji Xian rushed out of the courtyard and, ignoring the soldiers' scolding, chased in the direction the carriage was leaving.

The carriage was moving very fast.

She tried her best and even lost one of her shoes, running barefoot on the rugged road.

The traces of the wheels led to the mountains and forests outside the city. The further they went, the more they deviated, and Ji Xian's heart sank little by little.

at last.

Deep in the forest, she saw the parked gorgeous carriage.

Ji Lian was dragged to the edge of the cliff by two soldiers and struggled weakly.

The Third Princess held Li Chanle's hand, expressionless.

"see it?"

The Third Princess' voice was terrifyingly calm. "We must show no mercy to those who bring shame upon the royal family, especially these lowly hostage families."

"You insulted her today. If she harbors resentment in the future, it will be a disaster."

“To cut the grass, you must remove the roots.”

Li Chanle looked at him with a confused look.

The Third Princess nodded with satisfaction and ordered the soldiers: "Kill her."

"Do not--!"

Ji Xian rushed out from behind the tree where she was hiding and threw herself at the soldiers with all her might, "Give my mother back to me!"

How can a little girl be stronger than a soldier?

She is too young.

A soldier easily caught her and slashed her hard on the back of the neck with his knife.

The last thing she saw before falling into darkness was her mother's reluctant eyes as she was pushed off the cliff.

And the call swallowed by the mountain wind.

"Shan'er..."

*

Li Ping was having dinner when he learned the news.

"Third Princess?"

The eunuch knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "Yes... Ji's body was found under the cliff outside the city."

Li Ping's face was gloomy.

The royal family’s reputation is more important than human life, but they still have to put on a show.

"check."

*

The Palace of the Three Princesses.

"The Emperor knows?"

She twisted her Buddhist beads without raising her eyebrows. "Go, you know what to do."

The eunuch bowed and said, "Yes, your majesty, don't worry."

But overnight, a guard committed suicide out of fear of punishment, leaving behind a confession letter, saying that it was revenge out of personal grudge.

The case is closed.

*

The pottery jar in front of me.

"This is your mother," the guarding soldier turned away, "His Majesty has ordered that you be sent back to Southern Wei."

Ji Xian didn't move or cry.

His dark eyes stared at the pottery jar, as if he wanted to see through it.

*

The Palace of the Southern Wei Dynasty.

Jiang Kui looked at Ji Xian kneeling in the hall and the urn tightly in her arms.

"waste!"

"Asking you to go to Longhua is atonement!"

"How dare you, you killed your mother, and you still have the nerve to bring this unlucky thing back with you!?"

Ji Xian looked up, her face covered in dried blood mixed with dust.

She looked at Jiang Kui and said, "Mother was pushed down by the Third Princess."

Jiang Kui flew into a rage and kicked her in the chest.

"How dare you talk back!"

Boom! ! !

Ji Xian fell backwards, but still held on to the pottery jar tightly, and his back hit the cold stone pillar.

"Your Majesty..."

Some old ministers could not bear it.

Jiang Kui snatched the guard's whip and lashed him across the face.

"Demon seed!"

"Death star!"

"If it weren't for you, Southern Wei wouldn't have suffered such a great humiliation!"

The whip whistled, the clothes were torn, and bloodstains were everywhere.

Ji Xian curled up on the ground, protecting the pottery jar with her body, allowing the whip to fall on her back. She didn't say a word even though her lip was broken.

"Let go!" Jiang Kui shouted, "Throw away this unlucky thing!"

Two guards stepped forward and tried to pry her fingers apart.

"do not want!"

Ji Xian held on tightly, her nails cracked, blood dripped, and dyed the pottery jar red.

Jiang Kui's eyes were full of disgust.

"Sent to death row!"

"Tomorrow, parade this demon through the streets and have him executed by slow slicing!"

*

Southern Wei prison.

The smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay.

Ji Xian leaned against the wall, feeling severe pain all over her body and unable to move.

Even so, she still held the pottery jar in her arms, unwilling to let go for a moment.

"mother……"

Ji Xian's tears fell, "Xian'er is cold..."

In the darkness, I seemed to hear the song my mother humming again.

Small white flowers.

Small white flowers.

White wildflowers that cannot be broken by the wind.

Blood on the cliff.

The vegetable garden in the yard.

The cloth woven by Ji Lian herself.

The dust on the streets of Longhua.

……

Hatred wrapped around the heart like poison ivy, tightening more and more.

She doesn't understand.

why?

Why would such a kind person like my mother end up like this?

Why did I try my best but couldn't even see my mother for the last time?

Why can these high-ranking people decide the life and death of others at will and completely shirk their responsibility?

She gritted her teeth, dug her nails deep into her palms, and drops of blood fell onto the clay pot.

"mother……"

"Xian'er will come to see you tomorrow."

A deep voice suddenly sounded: "Want revenge?"

Ji Xian suddenly opened his eyes.

A dark shadow appeared in the cell at some point.

The shadow was tall, but its face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of eyes, as red as blood.

"who are you?"

"Ten Thousand Blood Demon Lord."

The shadow's voice was bewitching, "I can give you the power to overturn this world and slay all your enemies."

Ji Xian's heart was beating like a drum.

"The price?...work for me," the Demon Lord chuckled. "When the time is right, perhaps I'll be happy to revive her for you."

Resurrect mother?

Ji Xian's pupils suddenly shrank.

She raised her head and wiped away the tears on her face, her voice hoarse: "Okay... I promise you!!!"

The Demon Lord chuckled, then reached out and touched her forehead.

"Born as a demon..."

"I found a treasure..."

As the blood flashed, the prison was empty, with only the little white flowers struggling beside the skeleton, moving without wind.