Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

After her master returned, Wen Miaomiao moved back from Taiqing Peak.

Just as they stepped inside, there was a knock on the door.

She waved and saw her junior brother, Lin Ruobai (Wei Ruobai's pseudonym), standing outside the door looking somewhat haggard.

Wen Miaomiao immediately activated the formation and let him in.

"Junior brother, is there something important you need from me?" After a year of training, she has grown a lot.

These words reminded Lin Ruobai that important matters were beyond her ability to handle.

He's contacted the wrong person.

Wei Ruobai was so lost and dejected that he didn't notice the meaning behind his soft-spoken senior sister's words.

"When you went to Youchao to offer your congratulations, did you see...Crown Prince Qi at the 100-day celebration?"

Wen Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief: "I saw her." She praised, "Venerable Ziyue is a good mother."

But her praise made Wei Ruobai's face darken even more.

"Heh, has Venerable Purple Moon ever asked me... about you?"

Wen Miaomiao was puzzled. When Venerable Ziyue asked them what they were doing, some of them were still at the Golden Core stage.

"No, we are not in the Venerable One's eyes."

Not only that, they are even on the verge of losing their master.

Wei Ruobai raised her pitiful yet gloomy face, like a black storm, but it didn't frighten Wen Miaomiao.

Because she was used to it.

The statement that "no one on Lone Sword Peak is normal except for her" was not said by her.

It was Senior Sister Yao who said it, and she wrote it down.

But Wen Miaomiao felt that this statement was more or less correct.

Wei Ruobai was unaware of the thoughts in the mind of the person in front of her; she only noticed that her hands on both sides began to bleed.

His eyes and brows were filled with anger; he had no shortage of love, hate, resentment, or hatred.

Wen Miaomiao went over to bandage him, but Wei Ruobai pushed her away.

"Need not."

He turned and left, ignoring his bleeding hand, his figure desolate, reminiscent of autumn leaves falling.

But Wen Miaomiao didn't rush to chase after him.

Senior Sister Yao told her that everyone on Lone Sword Peak has a unique personality.

She must respect people.

Wen Miaomiao shook her head, thinking she should lie down and rest, but the doorbell rang again.

She looked up and saw it was her second senior brother, Han Zheng.

"Junior sister, junior sister, are you busy? If you're not busy, could you help me?"

Wen Miaomiao thought for a moment and nodded, "I can sleep at night."

I was able to help for an entire afternoon.

Han Zheng, feeling very reluctant to part with Wen Miaomiao, asked again, "Junior Sister, can't you keep helping me?"

He needed to refine pills, and only his junior sister could understand him perfectly.

Each alchemy session yields two or three top-grade pills.

Wen Miaomiao shook her head: "Senior brother, I'm busy too."

She wants to cultivate to the Golden Core stage.

With a wave, Wen Miaomiao left.

Han Zheng watched her leave with reluctance, thinking: If only my junior sister weren't Master's disciple.

That way he can keep her here.

"No one can keep anyone else forever, unless they are a puppet."

Ziyue is teaching Aqi.

This child is small but has a big heart; she actually wanted everyone to stay and play with her.

Wei Qi: "Ahhh!"

The little girl held onto Ziyue's arm, her eyes looking sincerely at her mother.

No puppets.

Her mother's puppets are no fun.

Zi Yue: "Okay, then you'll become the most powerful, and everyone will listen to you."

Wei Qi nodded blankly. She had a goal: to become the most powerful Venerable in the cultivation world.

Ku Yue was actually quite pleased; her Ah Qi didn't have a penchant for turning people into puppets.

It is truly a breath of fresh air among the demons.

Time is a cruel knife; a child goes from infancy to adulthood in the blink of an eye.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Mother, I'm back."

Weiqi inherited her mother's almond-shaped eyes and her father's thin lips, and in the blink of an eye, she is a delicate and lively child.

She followed tradition, dressed in black demonic robes with gold embroidery on the sleeves and collar.

She ran from outside to Qingyue Palace in Ziyue.

Ziyue, three years have passed without her passing by, as always.

The moment she heard the child's voice, she looked up and pointed at Wei Qi's robe with a smile.

"Where have you been rolling around in the mud again?"

Zi Yue found the mud spots on the black robe quite troublesome.

She didn't like playing in the dirt as much when she was a child.

Wei Qi chuckled and ran towards her mother. As soon as she took a step, a flash of white light appeared on her robe, and the mud spots disappeared.

She happened to be wearing clean robes when she embraced Ziyue.

Wei Qi pouted and exclaimed, "Mother, your magic has improved again!"

My plan to get my mother's robes dirty is now thwarted.

"Little devil," Ziyue said, pinching Aqi's chubby cheeks.

"Mother, are you still handling official business?"

"Yes." Ziyue held the child on her lap, holding the child in one arm and handling official business with the other.

"Whose is this?"

"The Right Chancellor."

The mother and daughter's conversation warmed up, but Fan Xing, who was outside the door, stopped Yu Man and Jiang Deng from entering.

She whispered, "His Majesty is talking to the Crown Prince."

Yu Man and Jiang Deng nodded upon hearing this, their faces turning bright red.

The two girls, the former seven and the latter nine, were surprisingly slower than three-year-old Aqi.

They were clearly renowned geniuses of the You Dynasty.

To this, Fan Xing could only sigh: There are always higher levels to reach.

Yu Man and Jiang Deng rested for a while before heading to the side hall to rest and wait for A Qi to come out.

The two walked along, muttering to themselves that they had to work harder. They could accept being left behind by Aqi, but they couldn't accept being left behind by too much.

"How is that possible?"

Guanghe's eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at Wen Miaomiao, who had entered the family nine years after him.

In just four years of cultivation, Wen Miaomiao has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

It's only one level away from Guanghe's sixth level of Qi Refining.

His voice wasn't quiet; at least Ling Shuang, Wen Miaomiao, and the others could all hear it.

Wen Miaomiao blushed slightly but proudly said, "I cultivate every day."

At fifteen, she had grown quite a bit taller and was beginning to show signs of a young man. She had a cool and aloof face, but a gentle and warm-hearted nature.

In the past few years, Ling Shuang has had to use her brain a lot to see her daughter, and Guang He's expression has become even more unpleasant.

He smoothed things over by saying, "Miaomiao has only one spiritual root; you shouldn't compare yourself to her."

Guanghe has the worst five spiritual roots, and his cultivation speed is the slowest.

Guanghe: "..."

His gloomy gaze fell on Wen Miaomiao, his eyes filled with resentment, jealousy, and pain.

Wen Miaomiao looked at her master blankly; she hadn't done anything.

Ling Shuang: "..."

He frowned and said coldly, "Guanghe."

How can you think of your Miaomiao like that? She's your junior sister.

Guanghe lowered his head, clenched his fists, and the wound on his back began to split open again, with blood flowing out.

The blood and qi reached Ling Shuang's nose.

He took a deep breath. What is it?

"Go get healed."

Guanghe: "Yes." He turned around with slow steps, only glancing at Wen Miaomiao's head out of the corner of his eye.

Ling Shuang then gave the next instruction: "The Illusionary Moon Realm will soon open, and anyone below the Foundation Establishment stage can participate."

"Miaomiao, you go too."

"Yes, Master."

Ling Shuang then looked at her young apprentice, Wei Ruobai, her voice turning considerably colder: "Do you want to go?"

Since his son Aqi was born, Wei Ruobai, as the older brother, has never given him a gift.

He felt wronged on behalf of the child.

Wei Ruobai sneered inwardly, thinking that someone who wanted to be his father's master was truly despicable.

"...think."

Ling Shuang nodded, then gave some academic advice to those who couldn't go, including Gu Zheng and Han Zheng, before everyone dispersed.

Until he was the only one left.

He took out a communication talisman: "Ziyue, when are you and Aqi arriving at the Illusionary Moon Realm?"