Night fell, and Bai Qianshuang sat on the edge of her bed after finishing her bath. Under her nightgown, her slender legs stretched lazily as she raised her arms in a satisfying stretch. With a contented sigh, she hugged a pillow and nestled into the bed, her eyes half-closed.
She didn’t really need to bathe.
But she did.
She didn’t really need to eat either.
But she did.
Bai Qianshuang suddenly felt a little guilty—lately, she had been indulging in whatever she pleased.
"I love this kind of life… but… I must take revenge…" Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes and slowly sat up straight.
She couldn’t stop now.
She had to grow stronger—stronger than anyone else.
"Everyone… I’ll make the Qingyun Sect pay in blood." Pushing aside distracting thoughts, Bai Qianshuang began circulating her cultivation technique, absorbing the spiritual energy in the room.
Yet, she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
The Qingyun Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, was overwhelmingly powerful—especially its Flying Sword Peak, which was filled with countless prodigies.
Neither her master, the elders, nor even the ancestral founders had been a match for them.
If not for the sect’s emergency teleportation array activating at the critical moment, she would have perished there.
Just how strong did she need to be to exact her revenge? And she still had no idea how to return to her original world.
At this thought, Bai Qianshuang’s gaze grew unfocused, a sense of powerlessness spreading through her.
Abandoning her hatred wasn’t an option—it was both her motivation and her shackle.
Would she ever truly reach the pinnacle of the immortal path and avenge her sect?
Just then, a head suddenly popped out from the wall beside her, exclaiming excitedly,
"Qianshuang! Wanna play some games?!"
Bai Qianshuang suppressed her aura and turned to see Lan Xiaoke, a ghostly girl with silver hair and ample curves, floating halfway through the wall. She sighed.
"I need to cultivate. Xiaoke, since you’ve joined our Jade Void Sect, you should focus on training too."
"Cultivation has no end! But games? They’re only new for so long!" Lan Xiaoke slipped fully into the room and drifted right up to Bai Qianshuang.
"We’ve got such long lifespans—what’s the rush?"
Lan Xiaoke’s philosophy was simple: she had died too young in her teens, and most of her life had been spent studying. Now, she was determined to enjoy herself.
Especially since Ye Chuan was taking care of her—she was even willing to be his pet if it meant having a computer, money, and no real responsibilities.
Fly free!
Seeing Bai Qianshuang sitting motionless on the bed, Lan Xiaoke floated around her face, coaxing, "Come on~"
"Dripping water wears through stone. Even a single drop can carve rivers with time," Bai Qianshuang replied, averting her gaze from the "heavy textbooks" nearly pressing against her face.
"Spending a finite lifespan on infinite pursuits? If all you do is cultivate, you’ll turn into a block of wood," Lan Xiaoke wagged a finger.
Bai Qianshuang fell silent for a moment before suddenly pulling out her phone.
"Xiaoke, I want to try livestreaming. Can you help me? There’s a lot I don’t understand."
She wanted to earn money for Ye Chuan.
In this world, she still hadn’t fully grasped common customs, so this was the least she could do to repay his kindness.
She’d heard livestreaming could make money, and Ye Chuan had even said she could just sit there and cultivate during it.
"Oh! I’m great at this! I’ve been watching streams a lot lately." Lan Xiaoke took the phone, fiddling with it. Though she wasn’t an expert, a quick search would tell her how to set things up.
After a while, she finished registering an account—only to realize a problem.
"Uh, Qianshuang… you don’t have an ID in this world, do you?"
"No, I don’t," Bai Qianshuang admitted.
"Ahh, you need real-name verification for this…" Lan Xiaoke frowned. How could a "blacklisted" person like Bai Qianshuang get an identity?
Lan Xiaoke didn’t have an ID either—hers had been voided after death.
Not that it mattered for a ghost.
"It requires identification?" Bai Qianshuang’s expression dimmed.
She… truly didn’t belong in this world.
"Hey, don’t look so down! Ye Chuan will figure something out!" Seeing Bai Qianshuang’s usually perky hair droop, Lan Xiaoke hurried to reassure her.
Bai Qianshuang nodded quietly.
But her mood remained somber.
"Hey, Qianshuang! We’ve never taken a photo together, right? Wanna learn how to use beauty filters?" Lan Xiaoke tried changing the subject to cheer her up.
"Beauty filters?"
"Yeah! Skin smoothing, whitening, all that!"
Lan Xiaoke paused, then rubbed her chin.
Actually…
Bai Qianshuang might not need any of that.
Click, click, click! She snapped a few quick selfies with Bai Qianshuang.
"Xiaoke… you’re not in these," Bai Qianshuang observed, seeing only her own image.
But if she looked closely, a faint, translucent shadow—like mist—could barely be seen.
"Heh, well, I am dead," Lan Xiaoke chuckled, though a flicker of sorrow passed through her eyes.
Bai Qianshuang suddenly realized—they weren’t so different.
Both were outcasts in this world.
Only Ye Chuan had taken them in.
"Oh! Wait here!" Lan Xiaoke vanished into the wall.
Seconds later, the door opened, and she reappeared.
"…?" Bai Qianshuang blinked.
"Look! I changed outfits!" Lan Xiaoke twirled in her new JK skirt before floating back to Bai Qianshuang’s side for another photo.
Click.
The image froze.
This time, Bai Qianshuang noticed—Lan Xiaoke’s clothes were visible in the picture.
"The clothes… they’re real." Bai Qianshuang studied the photo. Though only the outfit appeared, the way the collar stretched and the skirt posed gave it an oddly suggestive vibe.
"Hehe~" Lan Xiaoke seemed pleased.
"Xiaoke, you don’t have to do this," Bai Qianshuang said softly. "I can make you visible."
"Visible?"
Bai Qianshuang nodded, then channeled her spiritual energy. "Manifest, wraith!"
A golden sigil struck Lan Xiaoke, and her body instantly solidified—but she convulsed as if electrocuted.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-YAaaAAHHH! I’m dying!!! DYINGGGG!!!"
Bai Qianshuang froze, realizing she’d overdone it.
"Sorry! This technique is usually for subduing evil spirits… I used too much power."
She’d never had a ghost ally before—she’d nearly sent Lan Xiaoke straight to the afterlife.
"Hah… hah… hah…" Lan Xiaoke panted, shaken.
That was way too close.
She’d almost been obliterated.
Note to self: be careful—Bai Qianshuang might accidentally delete her from existence one day.
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