She is Jianxiu

When Zhao Chun awoke from her coma, she was only momentarily dazed before her mind cleared considerably.

She remembered that when she approached this boundary, her consciousness was still clear. However, the moment she crashed into it, a force suddenly pushed her outward until everything went black. When she opened her eyes again, this was the scene before her.

As for the Heaven and Earth Furnace, its whereabouts are now unknown. Fortunately, she has some kind of premonition and knows that it is not far away. She will find out the truth of this place and retrieve it.

Zhao Chun was new to this place and was not yet clear about the lineage and traditions here, but one thing she had to keep in mind was that this realm already had a master, and the one who ruled this world was someone who could truly be called all-powerful. She had to find a way to get close to this person, but she could not act recklessly within the realm. If she angered him, things would be far more serious than just death.

Therefore, we should proceed slowly and gradually, and at least thoroughly understand the orthodox tradition in order to gain people's trust.

But soon, a not-too-difficult problem was placed in front of her.

Looking at the girl in front of her, who was full of curiosity and kept muttering to herself, Zhao Chun realized that she had no idea what the other girl was talking about.

"The written language of the Three Thousand Worlds is also ineffective, which must be because it is not in the same realm..." Zhao Chun rubbed her forehead and sighed to herself, "In that case, we can conclude that the written language of this realm is also very different from that of the Three Thousand Worlds. It seems that we have to start from scratch."

Fortunately, her cultivation level was not greatly affected, otherwise Zhao Chun could be considered to have been reincarnated.

Seeing Zhao Chun rubbing her forehead, the young girl assumed it was a headache and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

However, no matter how she asked, the woman lying half-reclined on the bed didn't seem inclined to answer, making the young girl feel unlucky. She said unhappily, "How rude! I've asked you so many times and you still won't answer. Are you mute?"

Zhao Chun, however, was completely unaware of this. He simply glanced at the girl and knew that she was young, and the youthful appearance she showed was probably her real age.

But this does not mean that the girl in front of him, who was at most thirteen or fourteen years old, was an ordinary person who did not know how to cultivate.

Although she wasn't entirely clear on the lineage of this realm, there were clearly traces of cultivation within the girl's body, or rather, her soul. These traces weren't particularly deep; at least within the Three Thousand Worlds, they were only on par with Foundation Establishment cultivators. What truly surprised Zhao Chun was that the physical body corresponding to her soul showed absolutely no signs of cultivation whatsoever!
Leaving aside the foundation of the dantian, the body of this girl in front of him probably doesn't even have many meridians open, let alone the ability to circulate true energy and breathe through the body.

This is like using the body of an ordinary person to carry the soul of a Foundation Establishment cultivator—it's undoubtedly a horrifying thing.

Zhao Chun lowered her gaze, her understanding of this realm slightly deepened, and thought to herself, "I'm afraid this is the cultivation method of this realm, bypassing the physical body to cultivate the primordial spirit directly, which is quite strange."

Within the Three Thousand Worlds she inhabits, there are indeed cultivators of the Soul Path. However, whether they are cultivators of the Soul Path, the Body Path, or the Sword Path, they are simply different in their emphasis. Ultimately, they are still within the Daoist tradition of starting from Qi Refining and working their way up to become immortals. The importance of the dantian and physical body can never be forgotten.

As she was deep in thought, someone else walked in. Zhao Chun looked up and saw that the older woman's clothes were different from the others, and the other two girls were bowing to her. She knew that the host had come today.

Unfortunately, given the current situation, she can't understand anything anyone says.

Si Queyi entered without speaking, only carefully examining the woman on the bed with her almond-shaped eyes.

He was quite young, looking no more than twenty years old. Although he had just woken up from a coma, his complexion was very rosy, and he looked energetic with bright eyes.

At first glance, he doesn't seem like a bad person.

Then, a maid complained that since Zhao Chun woke up, she had remained silent no matter what was asked, and Si Queyi had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

"I'm afraid they're people from the Little Cave Heaven."

The maids gasped again, exchanging glances and saying, "Oh dear, that means... Miss, we must report her to the authorities. If the family finds out, they might blame us."

“Forget it,” Si Queyi thought for a moment and immediately shook her head. “Over the years, how many people have smuggled themselves into my Qianming Realm? Even within our own family, there are plenty of people who buy smugglers to come here to do hard labor such as brewing medicine, refining pills, and feeding livestock. If she came from Xiaodongtian and is willing to take the risk of smuggling herself into the upper realm, she is probably looking for a way to survive.”

When the topic turned to those who did hard labor, both maids frowned and sighed softly.

Because the two girls possessed some talent, they were chosen as study companions by Si Queyi's parents at a young age. They stayed by their master's side, only doing tasks like grinding ink and copying books, leading a carefree life. However, in Jinlai Kingdom, not everyone had such good fortune. Those from impoverished backgrounds who wanted to read and write, and to enter the path of cultivation through the teachings of sages, could only rely on their own talent to impress the academy without the help of powerful families. Such geniuses were one in ten thousand, and there were only a handful in the entire Sichuan region. Therefore, for ordinary people, serving under aristocratic families was the best way to get close to the literary tradition.

Scholars spent their days studying, while also needing to obtain potent medicines to nourish their bodies and strengthen their bones. These tasks were performed by hereditary servants and strongmen purchased annually from outside the region. Since brewing and refining medicines was a major drain on one's vital energy, only the strongest and most vigorous individuals could perform such work. Some commoners, eager to join clans with a flourishing literary tradition, would force-feed their children medicine from a young age until they were fifteen or sixteen, at which point they could be sold for a high price.

Of these strongmen, perhaps one in ten will receive alms from their master, who will teach them to read a few words. This person may then be able to grasp the essence of literature through these few words and embark on a spiritual journey.

For ordinary people, achieving just this step would be a complete transformation, even elevating their chickens and dogs to heaven.

As Si Queyi mentioned, those who smuggled themselves over from the Lesser Heavens were considered even less than the lowest-ranking strongmen by powerful clans. This was because most outsiders came to steal skills and techniques, and if they grew strong, it would be detrimental to Qianming Realm's control over the Lesser Heavens under its jurisdiction. Therefore, apart from the academies, the various clans and states were extremely wary of these smugglers.

However, one thing is certain: the vast majority of these people who privately cross over to the upper realm are cultivators who have undergone physical cultivation. They have abundant blood and energy, and their lifespan is far longer than that of ordinary strongmen. Regardless of their foreign identity, they are naturally the best choice for hard labor.

Looking at the woman before him, Si Queyi could tell that she had no literary talent and nothing else special about her. If she were handed over to the main family, she would probably be relegated to work in the outer courtyard just like before. Since he happened to be short of a cleaning lady, he decided to take her in for a while. Whether she stayed or left was entirely up to her, and it wouldn't affect him.

Ultimately, it's because Si Queyi is still young, and her parents have always cherished her like a precious jewel, so it's no wonder she has developed such a compassionate heart.

If someone were cold-hearted and heartless, they probably would have just ignored Zhao Chun if they met her on the street, and things wouldn't be like this today.

She sighed, knowing that Zhao Chun couldn't understand her, so she sent a maid to fetch a stack of books and said softly, "These miscellaneous books are the simplest. You can take them and teach her. You don't need to teach her too much detail. Just make sure she can understand everyday conversation. Bring her to see me when she's learned. I have something to tell her."

When the maid got the job and heard that she was going to be someone's teacher, she was so excited that she patted her chest and said, "Please trust me, young lady, I will definitely teach her well."

These miscellaneous books are truly miscellaneous, and the characters are ordinary. They only aim to teach people how to read and write, but to inspire the literary tradition, one must rely on classics and historical texts. There is no fear that outsiders will learn them.

Having always listened to the young lady's lectures, this was the first time the maidservant had acted as a teacher for someone else, and her lecture was rather incoherent. At least from Zhao Chun's perspective, it could be described as completely illogical.

Fortunately, her disciple was Zhao Chun, who, with her powerful divine sense at the Divine Realm, was confident that she could read through these miscellaneous books without error in less than half an hour.

Watching the maid rack her brains trying to explain the characters, Zhao Chun chuckled and suddenly said, "Miss Yuezhu, you don't need to explain anymore, I already know it."

The maid, acting out of selfishness, put her own name first. But upon hearing this, she was taken aback, leaning back abruptly and saying, "You can talk? Then how did you lie to me before? I'm going to tell the young lady."

Zhao Chun shook her head, pointed to the miscellaneous books, and explained, "I didn't lie to you. I didn't know before, but I do now."

Yuezhu was horrified and immediately stood up, exclaiming in shock and anger, "How is this possible!"

Having said that, without listening to Zhao Chun's explanation, she turned and ran out the door, heading towards Si Queyi's residence.

As soon as she entered, panting, she said to Si Queyi and another maid, "Miss, something terrible has happened! That person—"

Before he finished speaking, Si Queyi had already stood up with a frown, his eyes fixed warily on the area ahead.

Yuezhu immediately fell silent. Turning around, she saw that the person who had been lying on the couch was now standing at the door. Upon closer inspection, the person was remarkably tall, at least a head taller than everyone else present. Even standing there with his hands at his sides, his bearing was no less than that of the scholars of the family.

At this moment, she raised her hand and performed an unprecedented gesture of respect, speaking in fluent local dialect: "My name is Zhao Chun, thank you for your help, young lady."

Zhao Chun wasn't afraid of being exposed. Even when the other party had her maid, Yuezhu, teach her to speak, she knew that her identity as an extraterrestrial visitor couldn't be hidden from the woman in front of her.

Therefore, why bother with further embellishment? Let's just get straight to the point. (End of Chapter)