Si: ...
"Even corpses have a language," Si said to Little Wei.
Little Wei still found it terrifying.
But getting across would indeed be troublesome. Little Wei pondered whether there was any artifact in her bracelet that could serve as a substitute—after all, she really didn’t want her staff to suffer.
While Little Wei was still hesitating, the sword beside her suddenly flew forward, and the mud in the swamp bubbled violently.
Fortunately, the sword was fast. In no time, it sliced through the autumn vines on the other side and brought them back.
Looking at the filthy sword, Little Wei finally understood why her staff despised getting dirty.
She had originally thought the staff would have to swim across, but she hadn’t expected the swamp mud to be so… enthusiastic. Though it was also possible that the mud was trying to drag the staff down because it was too overpowering.
"Good job," Little Wei patted the sword’s blade, plucked the autumn vines, and handed them to Liu Ruo behind her.
"You don’t mind if it’s dirty, right?"
"Of course not. Besides, there’s quite a lot here," Liu Ruo replied, her eyes filled with gratitude.
It was just dirt—they could wash it off later.
"Hold onto it for now. Let’s go clean up first."
Little Wei glanced at the sword, which was flailing about, clearly unable to stand its own filth.
If she didn’t find a place to wash it soon, this thing might just revolt.
Luckily, the Sunset Forest had no shortage of streams.
The group washed up by a small creek. Little Wei looked at the now clean and gleaming sword and finally felt at ease.
At least it wasn’t an ugly mess anymore.
Otherwise, she might’ve really considered tossing it.
As if sensing her malice, the sword shuddered, shaking off the ill intent into the water and splashing Little Wei.
Little Wei: ???
Why was this sword’s petty temper so much like her own?
Was it her biological child or something?
Little Wei almost laughed.
Thankfully, a cultivator could dry their clothes in a second—otherwise, she might’ve really lost her temper with this brat.
Little Wei closed her eyes slightly, sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy around her, when she heard faint footsteps.
Her eyes snapped open, and she relaxed when she saw Liu Ruo approaching.
For a moment, she’d thought it was something else.
"What’s wrong?" Little Wei asked gently, her brows furrowed slightly in confusion.
Liu Ruo smiled faintly. "Um, Senior, this is a token from me. We didn’t bring anything valuable this time, but with this, you can seek out the Liu Family—the one known for crafting magical artifacts."
"No need. I’m from the Qingdao Sect," Little Wei quickly declined. "But there is something I’d like to ask you."
Inside the spatial realm, Si watched Little Wei on the screen, her fingers tapping lightly.
"There’s no need to hide it from him. He should’ve known long ago—it’s just a name," Chi Mu said, patting Si’s shoulder as she hesitated.
Si remained silent.
Truthfully, this day was bound to come—it had just arrived a little earlier than expected.
"Mm," Si murmured, lowering her gaze.
Meanwhile, Little Wei had already posed her question to Liu Ruo.
"In your family, what was the name of the woman connected to our sect’s ancestor, Gu Wei?" Little Wei finally asked.
After so many worlds, she could finally get the answer she’d been desperate to know.
Liu Ruo froze at the question, hesitating for a long moment before speaking. "Actually, it’s improper for us to mention our ancestors’ names casually… but since you asked, I’ll beg their forgiveness."
She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and murmured a brief prayer.
Little Wei’s heart pounded.
"Liu Sisi. Her name was Liu Sisi," Liu Ruo said.
Liu Sisi?
Sisi?
That was the name Chi Mu had mentioned before.
So her wife’s name was Liu Sisi!
It sounded oddly familiar.
Little Wei’s smile had just brightened when it suddenly faded.
She wasn’t stupid—she remembered her system was named Si.
Si. Liu Sisi.
Come to think of it, she didn’t even know Si’s full name.
Little Wei nearly choked on her own blood. After a long pause, she finally accepted Liu Ruo’s token.
"Senior?" Liu Ruo looked at her, puzzled.
"Wait a moment. I need to check my sword first."
Liu Ruo nodded quickly. They were planning to eat something anyway—everyone was hungry. Glancing at the autumn vines in her storage bracelet, Liu Ruo smiled. With these secured, the hundred-flower fragrance couldn’t be far behind.
Little Wei watched the group eating their rations, then thought back to how Si had urged her to help the Liu Family earlier. Her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Si." Little Wei wasn’t even sure what expression she was wearing as she called out the system’s name.
This whole situation felt like walking into a college entrance exam only to find the math paper covered in advanced calculus.
It was absurd.
"I’m here," came the familiar electronic voice—something akin to a brand-name smartphone’s AI assistant.
"Si!" Little Wei snapped.
After a long pause, Si finally responded, dragging her words. "I’m here."
Little Wei: ?
"Stop pretending. Are you Liu Sisi?" Little Wei had no patience for beating around the bush.
Damn it, she’d been fooled for so long. Now, seeing Si’s guilt, Little Wei was even more certain—this was her wife.
But something didn’t add up. How could she have met Si in those worlds while her system was also Si?
What kind of convoluted mess was this?
Her head was spinning.
"I am," Si admitted, feeling as though a weight had lifted from her shoulders.
It was like finally confessing a long-held secret.
Everything suddenly made sense.
"Then… were you controlling Duan Lingyun?" Little Wei asked.
If so, what did that make her and Si?
She was exhausted. Might as well just end it all.
"No. She was always a part of me," Si explained.
Her soul fragments, infused with the world’s spiritual energy, could manifest as complete individuals. Even after the fragments departed, their lives would continue unaffected.
In the end, they were essentially products of the world—like spirit stones in the cultivation realm, just in human form.
If they accumulated merit, they could even reincarnate like ordinary people.
Si explained a great deal to Little Wei, who finally understood the truth of her past experiences.
Si was like a god who had bestowed life upon those people.
Once they fulfilled their purpose, they would live normal lives—a tremendous blessing for them.
"So, those were all fragments of your soul? How many are there?" Little Wei asked.
Si paused.
"Honestly… I don’t know."
Back then, she had only focused on splitting her soul—she hadn’t kept count. The worlds on her bookshelf were just the ones she’d managed to gather, and she wasn’t even sure if they were all there.
Her perception was limited. She could only sense a fraction of them. If she tried to find them all, the novel worlds would drain her dry.
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