Chapter 30: She Is a Time Traveler

This matter stirred up Jin'an City, which had long been quiet, filling it with lively chatter for quite some time. It became the favorite topic for gossip over tea and meals. Even the storytellers in the teahouses spun the tale of the general’s mansion’s lost young lady into a thousand twists and turns, making her heritage seem as extraordinary as a legend.

Beneath the curtain of night, on the rooftop within the general’s mansion, a small figure sat cross-legged. Clad in moon-white garments, she carried an ethereal aura, resembling a spirit who had accidentally wandered into the mortal world, so enchanting that she hardly seemed real.

Ji Tianxin rested her hands on her knees, gazing straight ahead. The expression in her eyes and on her face was nothing like that of an ordinary seven-year-old child.

She felt she had forgotten many, many things. She had even forgotten when she first arrived in this fantastical world. Yet she was certain that the dimension where she now lived belonged to the same world system as the cultivation realm of her previous life.

The martial cultivation system of this world was simply another path to pursue cultivation, different from the one she once knew. Some cultivated the soul, some the spirit, some the body; there were righteous paths, demon paths, and monster paths—but all ultimately led to the same summit. Only the methods differed.

Martial artists here followed the Way of Martial Arts.

Her remaining memories and impressions revealed that before she came to this world, she was from a place called the twenty-second century—what people there called the modern era.

Before crossing over into this time and space, she had merely been a university student. Only after arriving did she learn that this was a world of fantasy and cultivation. To survive, she embarked upon the path of cultivation, which stretched into endless years.

She had no idea how much time had passed; she only knew that eventually, there was no one left worth sparring with. No one could defeat her.

This brought certain conveniences—whatever she desired, whatever she wished to eat, no one contested her, for none could hope to win against her.

She was not fond of cultivation, but after so long, there seemed nothing else to occupy her life. Many attendants came and went; despite her efforts to extend their lives, they ultimately departed.

Living so long, she found herself unwilling to remember the things that happened around her, for those events always faded with memory.

This time, after seizing a new body and being reborn, her memories of life before crossing over became clearer, and she felt a touch of joy—if only Ji Sanlei had not left a trace of divine sense to tell her that, in her previous life, she had been sabotaged during her tribulation.

Ji Tianxin pondered for a moment. In her former life, she had devoted herself to cultivation and should have had no enemies.

Could it be someone jealous of her talent?

She mused for a while, then concluded, “It seems being outstanding is a dangerous thing…”

“What are you mumbling about all alone, Xin’er? Are you thinking of your master?” A man's pleasant voice sounded, and as his final word fell, a pale blue silhouette landed beside Ji Tianxin.

He swept aside his robe and sat down next to her. The two, one large and one small, sat close together, though the man's handsome face still carried a trace of grievance.

His features were refined and gentle, radiating an air of elegance and charm. He looked to be about twenty-five, dressed in a long blue robe, slender in build, and had the graceful presence of a cool breeze under a clear moon.