The Number One Left-Behind Child in the Immortal World
Ji Jiuxuan was reborn in another world with a cultivation system. She chose the fire element as her innate spiritual root and was naturally gifted with a sword body. As one of the first experimental subjects, the system rewarded her with three grand lottery packages. Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Essence of Wood Spirit, increasing your affinity with plants and boosting the attack power of your fire spiritual root. Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired the lower division of the Daoist Art attribute: the Pure Mind Platform. Ding! Congratulations, host, you have activated the System’s Healthy Growth Protection. Before the age of sixteen, you are limited to four hours of cultivation per day, with no single activity exceeding one hour. You must rest two days every five days. Failure to comply will trigger mandatory enforcement by the system. In this fiercely competitive world of cultivation, the system granted her excellent talent but enforced a policy of enforced relaxation. The elders of her sect were exasperated at her lack of ambition, but Ji Jiuxuan was delighted. Her sect leader and maternal grandfather would say, “Ah Jiu, how about practicing the sword for an extra hour each day? I’ll give you this heavenly-grade treasure to play with, all right?” The grand elder of the Scripture Pavilion would say, “Child, if you practice an extra hour of swordsmanship each day, the Scripture Pavilion will be open to you whenever you wish.” The elder of the Spiritual Herb Garden would sigh, “Martial niece, you’d better go back to practice swordplay! I’ll just give you the entire garden if you want!” The senior sister of the sect would coax, “Little junior sister, if you practice an extra hour of swordsmanship each day, I’ll craft you beautiful magical robes. How about it?” Ji Jiuxuan could only protest, “It’s not that I’m unwilling—it’s just that my age doesn’t allow it!” So, living the leisurely life of a privileged second-generation, Ji Jiuxuan remained lazy. Yet as her fellow disciples used her as an example of what not to do, they could only watch in despair as her cultivation soared effortlessly.
The Number One Left-Behind Child in the Immortal World
Xuantian Sect, Main Peak, Eastern Qian Pavilion.
In the elegantly understated room, the antique décor exuded a refined and subtle luxury. Pale pink gauze curtains shielded the interior from the wind, yet allowed a clear view of the world beyond.
Ji Jiuxuan was stunned by her surroundings. The bed beneath her swayed gently, not enough to be alarming, but just enough to make her feel slightly dizzy. Instinctively, she reached for the bed’s edge, only to gape in astonishment at her own pale and chubby little arm—soft, round, and unmistakably infantile.
Had she not died? Was this reincarnation, memories intact?
While Ji Jiuxuan’s thoughts spun, a pair of strikingly attractive young adults emerged from the inner chamber: the man’s features were solemn, the woman’s gaze lingered on the cradle with deep reluctance. Their robes and the swords in their hands offered her some clues.
“A-Wei, you’ve only just given birth. I can handle this mission on my own,” Ji Minghuai said, worry etched into every line of his face.
Qi Yanwei pressed her lips together, her eyes brimming with sorrow as she looked at the baby girl in the cradle. Yet she showed not a hint of hesitation, replying with quiet force, “Brother Huai, my mind is made up. Your injuries have only just healed, and you know how dangerous this assignment is. Father and Wen Ying will be here with Jiu—she’ll be safe. But you…”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Faced with his partner’s unwavering resolve, Ji Minghuai finally yielded with a sigh. “We’ll both come back safely.”<
