After Death, I Became My Shijie’s Palm-Sized Birdie – Chapter 65
by Little PandaPunishment
Afterward, Shijie is punished to take her own medicine and sweets — don’t even think about being fed by her.
In the end, Xuetuan still seized the chance while Yun Heng wasn’t paying attention to bounce into Wen Qiwu’s arms. She relied on her pitiful yet adorable original form and her entire body of soft, fluffy fur to successfully keep Wen Qiwu holding her without letting go — and with that, Yun Heng had no choice but to let it be.
Xuetuan found a comfortable position to lie in Wen Qiwu’s arms, though for some reason she kept feeling a chill down her back.
“Xuetuan, you didn’t manage to break through this time?” Yun Heng reached out and tapped the rabbit on the head.
“Just a little bit short! But this time I’ve already completely consolidated my cultivation, so I should be able to break through successfully next time I go into seclusion!” Xuetuan’s ears twitched back and forth, looking quite proud of herself.
Only she didn’t expect that even Wen Qiwu fell silent for a moment after she finished speaking.
“Xuetuan, your cultivation speed is still a bit slow.” Wen Qiwu was somewhat worried that Xuetuan would struggle to break through to the Earth Immortal Realm before her lifespan ran out. Only upon reaching the Earth Immortal Realm could one completely shed the mortal frame and attain boundless longevity.
“I’ve already been working harder than before!” After the catastrophe a century ago, Xuetuan, who used to love slacking off as long as she was well-fed and well-watered, had also begun cultivating desperately. Even though she knew it might be unrealistic, she still harbored the thought of one day avenging Wen Qiwu. “It’s just that you and the Immortal Venerable are too incredible! Actually, my cultivation speed has already surpassed many, many demons!”
The two before her eyes were geniuses among geniuses, having encountered almost no bottlenecks in their cultivation. The realms she exhausted herself trying to break through were probably as simple as drinking water to them.
Though her own talent wasn’t particularly high, the Immortal Venerable had never shortchanged her. The spiritual resources she needed for cultivation were always the finest — what rabbit outside could boast such conditions? So her cultivation speed still exceeded that of most demons. It was just that compared to these two, the comparison was too pitiful to bear.
“It’s my fault. I’ve neglected her cultivation issues all these years,” Yun Heng suddenly said, her face full of guilt.
The rabbit’s fur nearly stood on end. Xuetuan turned her head to look at Yun Heng, whose tone had suddenly become exceptionally gentle. Please don’t say that now, I’m scared!
“It’s not too late to start supervising her from now on. Xuetuan, no more slacking off, alright?” Wen Qiwu patted her head.
“Not long ago, I obtained a Form-Transformation Pill. It’s just right for Xuetuan to use now.” Yun Heng took out a small jade vial containing a spiritual pill. The moment the vial was opened, the entire room filled with the fragrance of the elixir.
Xuetuan’s mouth was practically watering. A demon at her realm simply couldn’t withstand the temptation of a Form-Transformation Pill.
And the price of failing to resist that temptation was being fed a Form-Transformation Pill by Yun Heng and then tossed right back into seclusion. She hadn’t even gotten warm in Wen Qiwu’s arms before she was back in her freezing cave dwelling.
“Shijie, don’t bully her.” Wen Qiwu squeezed her shijie’s palm.
“She’s just consolidated her cultivation — seizing this moment to push through her breakthrough in one go is the most appropriate timing. I’m not bullying her at all.” Yun Heng spoke with perfect reasoning, her expression innocent. If it had been anyone else, they might have truly believed her. But the one standing here was Wen Qiwu — how could she not know her shijie’s little schemes?
She chuckled softly and asked her shijie whether she thought she believed it. Yun Heng hadn’t planned on hiding it from her shimei anyway. With her little scheme exposed, she wrapped her arms around her shimei and pressed a light kiss to her cheek, like a cat that had done something wrong and come to act endearing.
Xuetuan really did need someone to push her, otherwise who knew when her realm would finally break through. So she was in favor of her shijie sending little Xuetuan into seclusion.
Wen Qiwu was nuzzled until she felt slightly ticklish. After a bout of laughter and play, she checked on Xuetuan’s condition. Once she confirmed everything was stable, she patted the little rabbit’s head and encouraged her, saying she would definitely succeed this time. Once she succeeded, she would clear a small plot of land on Yunwu Mountain and plant her favorite fairy radishes.
Inspired, Xuetuan dove into the seclusion chamber without a second word, ready to attempt her breakthrough.
At the same time, Xuetuan’s situation reminded Yun Heng that she hadn’t yet announced the news of her shimei being alive. The others didn’t matter so much — the main thing was to let the friends who knew her shimei know.
The news spread quickly. Before long, everyone in the upper echelon of Wenshen Sect who wasn’t in seclusion knew that Wen Qiwu had narrowly survived back then.
Everyone who had been on good terms with Wen Qiwu back then all came rushing to Yunwu Mountain to see her. Seeing that she had indeed changed her appearance but was truly alive and well, quite a few people’s eyes reddened.
“No wonder the blizzards on Yunwu Mountain have cleared — it’s because you’ve returned.” This was the phrase they said most often after arriving.
They all knew why Yunwu Mountain had been wreathed in blizzards for the past century. They had been wondering why the snow on the mountain had suddenly stopped — it turned out it was because she had returned.
For several days in a row, many people came to Yunwu Mountain. If not for the consideration that Yun Heng still needed to recuperate, the visitors would likely have been even more numerous.
Dong Shiyue had been in seclusion for a few days, so she learned the news a few days later than the others. Wen Qiwu had saved her life, and was also the elder closest to her besides her own Shizun when she was little. Upon learning that Wen Qiwu was still alive, she didn’t even wait for her disciples to explain further before rushing to Yunwu Mountain.
When she arrived, Wen Qiwu happened to be taking out the souls she had been nurturing within her flames, one by one. Because there were so many, after dispersing her power, the overall recovery rate inevitably slowed. Therefore, the souls of the birds that had been caught up in the True Demon’s influence had stayed in her flames for a long time.
Now they were mostly all healed. After taking the souls out, she sorted them by species, so it would be convenient to deliver them to their respective demon kings.
The birds’ souls emitted twittering sounds within her flames. Each soul was expressing its reluctance to leave — the little ones all couldn’t bear to part from the phoenix’s flames. Wen Qiwu gently coaxed the few youngest souls. Just then, a gray-feathered bird suddenly swooped down from the sky, plucked a soul from the flames, and placed it in Wen Qiwu’s hand.
“So sweet~” Wen Qiwu patted the gray bird’s head, and when it flew back, it wobbled as if drunk, so excited it almost forgot how to spread its wings.
Wen Qiwu hadn’t finished sorting the birds’ souls when the barrier around Yunwu Mountain rippled slightly — someone had arrived.
A hurried figure appeared at the summit of Yunwu Mountain. Dong Shiyue strode quickly toward Yun Heng’s residence, searching for that familiar silhouette. Unfortunately, she only saw the demon race senior she had mistakenly captured and brought back.
At the sight of her, Dong Shiyue immediately recalled how she had locked the other party up and kept her as a pet. Despite her usually serious appearance, Dong Shiyue’s skin was actually quite thin. She had been avoiding Yunwu Mountain these past few days precisely because she was afraid of running into this senior.
Because she had been seeing many old friends lately, Wen Qiwu seemed to have returned to the old days. Upon seeing Dong Shiyue, she subconsciously waved and called out, “Ah Yue.”
How did this demon race senior know her nickname? Had the Immortal Venerable told her?
For some reason, Dong Shiyue felt that the demon race senior’s smile had grown even warmer.
“Hello, may I ask… is the Sect Master in?” Dong Shiyue’s nervousness was apparent the moment she spoke.
“The Medical Immortal is seeing my shijie right now. If you’re looking for the Medical Immortal, you might have to wait a while.” Wen Qiwu gestured to the empty stone bench beside her. “Would you like to sit for a while?”
“N-no, that’s alright. I’m not here to see the Medical Immortal.” Dong Shiyue quickly waved her hands. “I’m looking for someone else…”
Dong Shiyue’s words hadn’t even finished when she noticed something amiss. What had this demon cultivator senior just called the Sect Master?
Shijie?
Dong Shiyue shot to her feet, looking at Wen Qiwu with sheer disbelief. A conjecture that seemed absurd yet had long been hinted at surfaced in her mind. Her lips moved slightly, and after a long moment, she said in a hoarse voice, “Elder… Wen?!”
Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz. Fortunately, Wen Qiwu was no ordinary person.
She smiled at Dong Shiyue. “It’s been a long time.”
Back then, Ah Yue had been just a tiny little child — and now she was already someone’s Shizun.
Dong Shiyue’s eyes instantly reddened. She crouched beside Wen Qiwu and couldn’t help choking up. “It’s so good that you’re back… so good…”
“Don’t cry. If your disciples see you, they’ll tease you.” Wen Qiwu patted her shoulder comfortingly.
“If they dare laugh, they can all go stand on the Cliff of Reflection!” Dong Shiyue rarely showed such a childish temper.
Wen Qiwu laughed and took out a handkerchief to help wipe her face.
After a long while, Dong Shiyue gradually calmed down. And once she had calmed down a little, she realized something.
Elder Wen was that demon race senior. Which meant the bird she had locked in a cage was Elder Wen?!
She… she had had the audacity to rub Elder Wen in her hands, and had even patted her head several times. Dong Shiyue’s expression turned blank and shattered. Even when she thought the other party was an unfamiliar demon, she had wanted to leave the Cangwang Realm. Now that she knew it was the Elder Wen she revered so deeply…
Dong Shiyue met Wen Qiwu’s smiling, affectionate eyes, and her face gradually flushed crimson.
M-maybe she should just go stand on the Cliff of Reflection herself!
Yun Heng had been unable to stay inside any longer. The moment the Medical Immortal finished her examination, she came out. The Medical Immortal wanted to watch the drama unfold, so she followed along — but the young woman who had just been there was already gone.
“Where’s the girl who was crying and hugging you just now?” the Medical Immortal asked.
“My disciple had matters to attend to, so she went back first.” Wen Qiwu set down the birds’ souls. Some souls still tried to cling to her side, only to be quietly swatted away by Yun Heng. “Senior Medical Immortal, has my shijie’s condition improved at all?”
“Much better,” Yun Heng said.
Wen Qiwu absolutely didn’t believe the “much better” from a shijie who only reported good news and concealed the bad. Her shijie used to say that all the time, and what was the result? The Medical Immortal had nearly failed to save her. Yun Heng was glared at once and didn’t dare speak further.
“She’s improved a little. Overall, she’s stabilized for now, but what happened at the Phoenix Lord Tomb can never happen a second time.” The Medical Immortal’s lips curved into a slight arc. Whenever she showed that expression, the people around her needed to be on guard.
The Medical Immortal had reminded Wen Qiwu, who had almost forgotten about this matter. Previously, Yun Heng’s body had been weak and couldn’t withstand agitation, but now her condition had stabilized — it was the perfect opportunity to settle old scores.
Yun Heng’s previously calm eyes immediately took on a hint of panic. She looked at her shimei. Sure enough, the smile on Ah Que’s face had faded considerably.
She had gone to such great lengths to coax her shimei back to good spirits, and Ah Que hadn’t brought up the past again these past few days. She should have just let the Medical Immortal go straight back to Wanyao Mountain just now!
To prevent the Medical Immortal from saying anything else inciteful, Yun Heng immediately planned to “escort” her back.
“Let me escort the Senior Medical Immortal back.” Wen Qiwu tugged at her shijie’s sleeve. “Shijie, could you do me a favor?”
Her fairly gentle tone carried a faint trace of something that brooked no refusal.
In the end, Yun Heng could only sit in the courtyard, looking after that flock of noisy bird souls. She watched Wen Qiwu’s departing silhouette, a hint of worry in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Wen Qiwu escorted the Medical Immortal away from Yunwu Mountain. Along the way, the Medical Immortal was still wondering how Wen Qiwu would “punish” her disobedient patient. But when Wen Qiwu opened her mouth, it was to ask her to replace those two extremely bitter medicines.
Wen Qiwu had researched for a long time and finally found spiritual ingredients that could substitute for those two medicines.
The Medical Immortal sighed. “You’re too gentle with her. You said you were going to punish her… but you still can’t bear to?”
The so-called “punishment” was at most just bluffing to scare her shijie.
Wen Qiwu touched her lips as if by accident. The corners of her mouth curved slightly as she said, “I’ve already punished her.”
Even the Medical Immortal was a bit confused at this point. Punished her?
From now on, the medicine wouldn’t be so bitter, which meant her shijie would have to take her own medicine and eat her own sweets. She wouldn’t find the opportunity to beg her to hand-feed her — wasn’t that punishment enough?
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