Chapter 73: She Is a God

“Miss, Miss, which outfit are you wearing to the palace banquet today?” Su Qing asked excitedly as she browsed through the clothes for Ji Tianxin.

Ji Tianxin had just woken up, dressed in a simple white undergarment, her jet-black hair cascading down to her waist. The stark contrast between her dark hair and the pure white fabric made her delicate face appear all the more ethereal and fair, as if she were set apart from the mundane world by an unbridgeable distance.

With a lazy yawn, Ji Tianxin replied, “Anything will do.”

She rose to her feet and strolled slowly to the window. There, a potted plant sat on the sill, already visibly withered as late autumn edged toward winter.

She lifted her hand and placed her palm gently atop the brittle leaves, channeling her cultivation energy. Miraculously, the dead plant began to revive before their eyes—the once yellowed branches regained a lush green hue, like a hunched old man straightening his back, regaining vitality.

As the plant returned fully to life, a vivid freshness seemed to fill the entire room. Even Su Qing looked up in wonder. Turning, she caught sight of Ji Tianxin at the very moment the greenery was restored, awe brightening her eyes. Beyond amazement, the scene felt almost like a dream—this girl, so otherworldly, seemed out of place in the ordinary world, as if she belonged to the realm of gods. Even standing there doing nothing, she was set apart, exalted above all.

In Su Qing’s eyes, Ji Tianxin was indeed a deity—ageless and omnipotent, even if she appeared only as a child.

Retracting her hand, Ji Tianxin gazed at the rejuvenated plant, a gentle smile touching her lips. “This is enough.”

As she smiled, a fresh breeze drifted in through the window, causing the newly revived leaves to sway. Su Qing smiled as well.

After choosing an outfit, Su Qing dressed Ji Tianxin herself, arranging her hair into a simple bun before seeing her out.

“What is there at the palace banquet?” Ji Tianxin asked curiously as the pair left the Southern Courtyard.

Though Ji Tianxin had been in this world for a long time, she had rarely immersed herself in worldly affairs. She had chosen the path of cultivation to survive, never expecting it would become a journey spanning countless years. Later, reflecting on it, she thought perhaps her obsession with cultivation stemmed from her nature as a scholar—like solving a problem, once she started, she could not stop until she unraveled every mystery.

In scientific terms, this was called a spirit of inquiry.

So much time had passed that her old memories had grown hazy, yet after her rebirth, memories from before her crossing grew clearer. Even afterward, those she interacted with most were fellow cultivators. She was familiar with the mundane world—she had seen it, walked through it, lingered awhile—but never truly blended in.

Su Qing was about to answer when a child’s voice interrupted.

“Sister! Sister! Pretty sister!”

At that moment, a little boy, even shorter than Ji Tianxin, came stumbling excitedly toward her.

“Fourth Young Master!” the old nurse behind him cried out in alarm. This was Miss Tianxin—if he bumped into her, it would be disastrous!