Liu Shuang never imagined she would regain consciousness one day.

The last image in her memory was the ferocious purple heavenly lightning striking down and the torrential rain over Cang Lan Lake. Her consciousness was hazy, yet it felt like waking from a long dream.

She knew she had probably died. After crushing her spirit core, her soul had gradually dispersed. The day Yan Chaosheng found her, she had already become a walking corpse.

Without a heart, dying under heavenly lightning, she couldn’t even generate feelings of unwillingness. In her condition, she couldn’t enter the cycle of reincarnation; there was no afterlife.

She calmly waited for her consciousness to dissolve, but unexpectedly, after waiting and waiting, her consciousness became increasingly clear.

She felt someone gently wiping her hands with a handkerchief, muttering angrily: “Young Lord, that disciple has been captured and awaits your punishment. Please wake up soon.”

Liu Shuang wanted to open her eyes, but couldn’t manage it.

After a while, someone else came to visit her.

This time, it was an unfamiliar male voice, cold yet pleasant: “Liu Shuang, if you don’t wish to marry into Kun Lun, that’s fine. Elder Brother will help you speak with the Realm Master.”

Liu Shuang was curious—how did this person know her name was Liu Shuang? She didn’t know him!

Besides him, another rather annoying person came.

This person arrived secretly at midnight and quite maliciously pinched her cheeks, pulling them back and forth: “Enough pretending, you’re acting so convincingly that my elder brother has been deceived into begging the Realm Master to cancel the engagement. He’s been kneeling outside the Realm Master’s hall for three days. How much longer will you stay unconscious? Surely you couldn’t have been half-killed by a little demon spawn?”

Liu Shuang’s cheeks hurt from his pulling. Since losing her spirit core, she had rarely felt such vivid pain.

This person was extremely excessive; without looking, she knew her face must be almost deformed from his pinching. Liu Shuang wanted to resist, to knock away his hand, but she was powerless.

After a while, the young man grumbled: “Not waking up even after this—could something be wrong? The Phantom Appearance Pearl hasn’t been expelled; this face looks so awkward to me. How can you be so ugly? It hurts my eyes to look at you even for a moment. Chi Shui Liu Shuang, this is what you get for sneaking out of Kung Sang—now you can’t change back. Let’s see how you cry about it later.”

After taking enough pleasure in her misfortune, he roughly ruffled her hair until her exquisite hairstyle became a complete mess.

“Young Master won’t let you transform for nothing. I’m going to torment that demon bloodline bastard now! Daring to mess with the Chi Shui clan—truly a death wish.”

He arrived like a raging fire and left just as abruptly, clearly a person of impetuous temperament.

Liu Shuang lay stiffly on the soft couch until the next day, when immortal maids rushed in with exclamations of shock upon discovering the “Young Lord” with bird’s nest hair, hurriedly tidying her appearance.

For two hundred years, Liu Shuang had never been so curious.

She was trapped in a shell, unable to speak, move, or open her eyes to see her surroundings. Liu Shuang could only repeatedly analyze the information she had gathered—

The immortal maids called her “Young Lord,” while the cold-voiced man called her Liu Shuang and said he was willing to help her ask the Realm Master to cancel the engagement.

“Realm Master,” to Liu Shuang’s knowledge, was a title reserved for the highest authority in an immortal realm. The Realm Masters of places like Chang Liu Immortal Mountain and Buzhou Mountain Immortal Realm were world-renowned figures. Other minor immortal realms also had their respective Realm Masters.

Liu Shuang’s Cang Lan Immortal Realm, however, had no Realm Master. When she had asked Grandfather Tree before, his answer had been very carefree: there wasn’t one, simply there wasn’t.

And the mischievous young man who pinched her cheeks called her Chi Shui Liu Shuang.

This startled Liu Shuang.

Chi Shui was not an unfamiliar surname to her. Among the four major immortal realms, the master of the Kung Sang Immortal Realm belonged to the Chi Shui clan.

Only descendants of the Realm Master’s line were qualified to inherit the ancient surname “Chi Shui.”

But Chi Shui had perished seven hundred years ago, destroyed by Yan Chaosheng’s hand. How could someone address her as “Chi Shui Liu Shuang”?

And then there was the Phantom Appearance Pearl mentioned by the young man… the demon bloodline spawn… what were all these things?

Liu Shuang’s head hurt from thinking, so she stopped pondering. Lying there bored each day, she diligently reviewed the magical techniques in her memory. Whether she could survive or not, she would never rely on anyone again—she would train whenever possible.

After lying like a corpse for who knows how many days and nights, one rainy day came, the gentle patter seemingly trying to awaken her consciousness.

Liu Shuang instinctively felt a pain in her chest and wanted to press that spot. She paused, remembering that she was now trapped in a shell, and her chest no longer hurt.

She peacefully slept a while longer until a nimble figure entered, propped her up, and opened a porcelain bottle, waving it under her nose.

The rich fragrance cleared Liu Shuang’s muddled thoughts like a fog lifting. She tried opening her eyes and succeeded this time!

Immortal mists filled her vision, along with beautiful strings of crystal bead curtains hanging down. A girl in cyan clothes leaned close with a delighted face.

Outside the window, it was pitch black, appearing to be nighttime, but the sleeping chamber was warm and bright.

Liu Shuang tried to sit up, and the little girl quickly came to support her: “Young Lord, are you all right?”

Liu Shuang probably did not do too well. Somehow, others couldn’t see it, but she could feel that this body was heavy with death energy.

She examined the girl before her.

The girl was surrounded by faint immortal spiritual energy, clearly an immortal maiden. Liu Shuang didn’t recognize her. Liu Shuang sighed slightly—whatever the situation, at least it wasn’t the worst case. She wasn’t in the Ghost Realm or a demon’s lair.

The little girl burst into tears with a “wah.”

“Young Lord has slept for so long; Fu Liu thought the immortal medicine had failed. I went to find Immortal Maiden Mi Chu to ask what to do, but she refused to see anyone. I was so worried!”

Liu Shuang suddenly raised her eyes.

This familiar name pulled her back to reality from distant memories. Mi Chu? Was the little immortal maid referring to the Mi Chu she knew? Could it be that she wasn’t dead after all!

Liu Shuang tried to channel spiritual energy to create a water mirror in her palm.

To her surprise, she succeeded immediately. Amid Fu Liu’s sobbing, she looked into the water mirror and was momentarily speechless when she saw her appearance.

In the mirror was a woman with a face like a large pancake, thick swollen lips, and sparse eyebrows, staring back at her with wide eyes.

Liu Shuang nearly dropped the water mirror in shock. This! This was her!?

Although Liu Shuang had never cared about appearances since birth, after looking at a beautiful face for two hundred years, suddenly seeing such a visage almost made it hard to breathe.

Liu Shuang swallowed with difficulty. Before she could grieve over becoming so ugly in her “reincarnation,” Fu Liu beside her was already crying heartbreakingly.

“Young Lord, don’t worry. We’ll beg the Realm Master; we’ll be able to extract the Phantom Appearance Pearl from your body. Then Young Lord can restore your appearance.”

“Phantom Appearance Pearl?”

“Yes, Young Lord became like this after eating the Phantom Appearance Pearl. Although the Realm Master is angry about Young Lord’s escape and breaking the engagement, he will surely find a way to save Young Lord.”

It seemed the story wasn’t simple.

Liu Shuang blinked: “Fu Liu, I’ve forgotten many things since waking up. Could you tell me in detail?”

Fu Liu finally managed to stop her tears, looking sympathetic: “Young Lord has suffered terribly!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, not too terrible.” No matter how terrible, the original owner of this body hadn’t suffered as badly as dying under heavenly lightning. Liu Shuang wiped the little girl’s tears. The Fu Liu before her reminded her of Chang Huan; Chang Huan looked about the same age, though Chang Huan never cried when sad. Liu Shuang felt a closeness to Fu Liu and softly said, “Don’t cry. Didn’t you say I can change back?”

Liu Shuang’s composure soothed Fu Liu. The little girl collected herself and explained the whole story to Liu Shuang.

After being curious for so long, Liu Shuang finally understood the current situation—

She had indeed died. Her current body belonged to Chi Shui Liu Shuang, the only daughter of the Realm Master of Kung Sang Immortal Realm.

In this era, among the four major immortal realms, Buzhou Immortal Mountain’s Feng clan dominated, while the spiritual veins of the other three major realms had begun to gradually decline.

The Realm Master father of this body had devised a plan: marry his daughter to Kun Lun Immortal Mountain, letting her merge spirits with the Young Lord of Kun Lun’s Ji Mo clan, thereby promoting the fusion of both clans’ spiritual veins to ensure the immortal realm’s prosperity for ten thousand years.

Chi Shui Liu Shuang, raised with extreme indulgence, was very unwilling when she heard she was to marry the unseen Young Lord of Kun Lun. She had someone else in mind: Feng Fuming, currently the Crown Prince of the Celestial Realm.

Chi Shui Liu Shuang didn’t want to dissolve the engagement but feared her stern father.

So, at the instigation of a cousin sister from a branch of the Chi Shui clan, she swallowed the Phantom Appearance Pearl and escaped Kung Sang, intending to force the Kun Lun Young Lord to end the engagement. She had a small scheme, deliberately using the pearl to make herself incredibly ugly.

She flew out of her immortal realm and into Kun Lun. She met him, and the Kun Lun Young Lord agreed with a cold face.

But on her way back, something unexpected happened, causing her prolonged sleep. When news arrived that Kun Lun no longer wished for the marriage, her Realm Master father was extremely angry with her, thinking she was deliberately avoiding punishment by keeping her spirit consciousness sealed and refusing to wake up. He ordered that no one visit her and that she would face punishment as soon as she awoke.

A father knows his daughter—Chi Shui Liu Shuang had indeed deliberately taken immortal pills to seal her consciousness, fearing punishment.

Until tonight, when the little palace maid caring for her brought immortal medicine, Liu Shuang was finally able to open her eyes.

The little girl spoke like popping beans, and Liu Shuang listened in shock, amazed. She had thought herself foolish a hundred years ago, but never expected there would be someone even more foolish than herself—the Young Lord of the Chi Shui family.

They didn’t understand, but Liu Shuang had a faint feeling that Chi Shui Liu Shuang had likely already died when she took the immortal medicine.

Otherwise, this body wouldn’t have been so heavy with death energy, only regaining vitality when her soul entered it.

The immortal medicine Chi Shui Liu Shuang had taken must have had a problem.

“Fu Liu, tell me, who gave her the immortal medicine?”

“Immortal Maiden Mi Chu.”

Liu Shuang touched her chest. Originally, a heartbeat steadily under her palm, but upon hearing this name, a surge of hatred welled up.

Liu Shuang’s heart pounded in alarm. She quickly pressed her chest and said softly: “This vengeance, I will find a way to avenge you.”

The heartbeat gradually calmed, and her numb limbs began to regain sensation.

The residual emotions in this body seemed to resonate with her, beginning to accept her in this moment.

Liu Shuang couldn’t help but smile.

Fu Liu looked at her pancake face smiling in a pitiful way: “Young Lord, what are you smiling about?”

Liu Shuang’s eyes curved: “It’s wonderful to be alive.”

Having died once, she now knew that being alive was truly wonderful. And this time, she had a better opportunity—everything was still possible.

Kung Sang’s existence in the world was seven hundred years ago, which meant she had not only come back to life but had returned to seven hundred years in the past!

This time, Cang Lan Immortal Realm still existed, her dear friend Shao You had not yet journeyed far, and she had time to cultivate properly and protect Cang Lan’s future. Everything was still possible.

Better yet, her own heart had died. Beating calmly beneath her chest was another heart.

A heart that no longer loved Yan Chaosheng and could calmly regard him as a stranger.