The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

Leaving the martial arts arena, Lin Wei blended into the night like a ghost, disappearing at the end of the mountain road in a few steps. She didn't return to any familiar places, but instead came to a long-abandoned ancient altar in the Northern Territory.

This was where the Lin family held sacrificial ceremonies, and it was also the starting point for Lin Wei to obtain inheritance.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a shadow on the dilapidated altar, coating the ancient stone pillars and the mottled ground with a layer of silver frost. Lin Wei walked to the center of the altar, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and formed a complex and ancient hand seal with her hands.

As the hand seals were formed, the rings on her body began to emit a soft glow. The runes engraved on the rings seemed to come alive, shimmering with light. At the same time, the golden vine patterns in her body reappeared, peeking out from under her skin, echoing the runes on the rings.

These rings are no mere ornaments, but rather a vital component of the Lin clan's priestly heritage—the "Priest's Rings." Each ring represents a stage in the lineage, a mark of power, a medium of communication with heaven and earth. The tongue ring enhances her voice, the lip ring heightens her allure, the nose ring discerns her aura, the navel ring strengthens her essence, the neck ring gathers her spirit, the bracelet enhances the power of her magic, the anklets tread upon the laws of heaven and earth, and the pedicle ring condenses the legacy of life... These rings were formed step by step in the land of inheritance after her return from the netherworld, guided by the lingering will of her ancestors. Inseparably connected to her soul and bloodline, they symbolize her strength and confirm her identity—the new generation of priests inheriting this branch of the Lin clan.

A few days ago, she was assassinated by Mo Chen and fell to the bottom of a cliff, seemingly doomed. However, the spiritually patterned leather armor she wore, at her deathbed, merged with her blood, activating the power of the Lin Clan priest's legacy within it, and swept her broken body and a wisp of her soul into a mysterious realm—the place where the Lin Clan priests' legacy was passed down.

There, she endured pain and trials unimaginable to ordinary people. Endless darkness, icy river water, the lingering poison of the Bone-Eroding Powder, and the inherited memories of the suffering and responsibility endured by generations of priests, all flooded into her mind like a tide. Struggling on the brink of life and death, she persevered, driven by her overwhelming hatred for Mo Chen and her sense of duty to her family. Not only did she heal her injuries and dispel the lingering poison, she unexpectedly inherited the complete Lin family priesthood. Her cultivation soared, ultimately breaking through a bottleneck and reaching the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm.

The golden vine pattern was the core symbol of their lineage's priestly heritage, representing life, nature, and the ability to connect heaven and earth. The finger swords on her fingertips were a fusion of the power of the golden vine and the priest's spiritual power. The rings, on the other hand, were the external manifestation and amplifier of this inherited power.

At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged on the ancient altar, not to practice, but to sort out her inherited memories, consolidate her realm, communicate with heaven and earth, and sense the pulse of nature.

Under the moonlight, the halo around her radiance grew brighter, echoing the distant moonlight above. The spiritual energy of the surrounding heavens seemed to be drawn to her, slowly converging towards her, forming a visible vortex of spiritual energy. A gentle breeze rustled the weeds surrounding the altar, as if bowing in her honor.

Lin Wei's consciousness sank deep into her sea of ​​​​consciousness. There, suspended in the shadow of a golden, ancient vine with lush branches and leaves, it was the source of the Lin clan's priestly heritage—the Vine of Life. This golden vine recorded the wisdom, secret techniques, and understanding of the laws of heaven and earth of the Lin clan's priests throughout the generations.

She silently absorbed the message the golden vine conveyed to her. Lin clan priests were not simply cultivators, but rather messengers of heaven and earth, guardians of nature. They possessed the ability to communicate with all things, foretell good and bad fortune, heal wounds and exorcise evil spirits, and even harness the power of heaven and earth. The golden vine pattern served as both the medium and symbol of these abilities.

The finger sword she had previously unleashed was merely one of the most basic offensive methods in the priestly tradition. This tradition also boasted powerful secret arts, such as "Ode to Life" (large-scale healing), "Wrath of Nature" (controlling plants and weather for attack), "Animism" (communicating with plants and animals, even using them for personal gain), and "Future Vision" (briefly foreseeing fragments of the future). Each of these secret arts possessed earth-shattering power, but also consumed immense energy, demanding a high level of mental strength and understanding of the laws of nature.

Although Lin Wei had reached the peak of the Heavenly Realm, her mastery of these profound secret techniques was still far from complete. She needed time and practice to fully grasp them.

"The path of a priest is a long and arduous one." Lin Wei opened her eyes, a glint of wisdom in them. She knew that revenge was only a minor incident in her life. Her responsibility as a priestess of her own lineage was to carry on the legacy of her ancestors and restore the glory of the Lin clan.

But this was no easy task. In the current Great Zhou Dynasty, martial arts flourished, sects abounded, and imperial power and sect influence intertwined. Her branch, newly emerging, still had a long way to go to catch up with the other Lin clan branches, whose peak warriors had reached the Celestial Realm, or even the Divine Realm or even the Heavenly Man Realm. A revival for her branch would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Relying solely on the priest's legacy may not be enough." Lin Wei pondered, "In this world, power is the ultimate criterion."

She thought of something else—the Women's Falcon Squad.