The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 16 I'm Not Really Tao Ling'er

Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Qiu Ziyue continuously practiced the "Tao Family Mysterious Techniques" and finally reached a level of unparalleled mastery.

Her flute playing could summon all kinds of beasts, whether they were fierce tigers in the mountains or eagles on the grasslands, they were all willing to keep her company.

In particular, a golden fox has become her closest friend.

Qiu Ziyue named it "Snow Shadow," meaning it is like a phantom in the snow, mysterious and elegant.

Every morning, Qiu Ziyue would practice her flute playing and swordsmanship in the valley. Xueying would always accompany her, sometimes listening quietly, sometimes leaping and tumbling, as if she too was feeling the rhythm of the music.

As time went by, the tacit understanding between Qiu Ziyue and Xueying deepened, almost reaching the point of perfect telepathy.

Just as Qiu Ziyue's cultivation was making great progress, an important message reached the Valley of Passion.

This year, the once-every-five-years Qin and Jian martial arts competition is about to be held, but unlike previous years, this competition has been ordered by Emperor Zhaozong to be held in Yangzhou.

It is said that many talented musicians and swordsmen from the common people wrote to the authorities, hoping to participate in this grand event.

Emperor Zhaozong was deeply moved upon hearing this, and thus decided to hold the martial arts competition in Yangzhou to demonstrate his respect for talented individuals from the common people.

Upon hearing the news, Qiu Ziyue felt both excited and nervous.

She knew that for some people, this sword and zither competition was an opportunity to hone their skills and compete, and for others, it would be a chance to make a name for themselves.

Her only reason for participating in the competition was to fulfill Tao Ling'er's last wish.

She was planning to marry Qi Yuxuan, and then find an opportunity to travel back to her own modern society, which would end the problem once and for all.

She decided that she would participate in the competition no matter what.

After Qiu Ruoshui learned that a zither and sword competition would be held in Yangzhou, she asked Ziyue if she was ready.

Qiu Ziyue nodded, but at this moment her heart was filled with contradictions and unease.

She knew this day would come sooner or later, and she would have to reveal her true identity.

She took a deep breath and mustered her courage to speak: "Valley Master, there's something I've never told you. Actually... I'm not the real Tao Ling'er."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Ruoshui's eyes flashed with surprise, and then she frowned.

"What did you say?"

Qiu Ziyue lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly: "The real Tao Ling'er is dead. I am a transmigrator from the future. Due to an accident, I came to this era and took over Tao Ling'er's body."

Qiu Ruoshui was stunned. She looked at Qiu Ziyue with her eyes full of doubt and confusion.

It took her a while to come to her senses, and she asked with a hint of accusation, "Why are you only telling me now?"

Qiu Ziyue raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes: "Valley Master, it was Tao Ling'er who told me not to tell you when she left her soul. However, as time goes by, I feel more and more that I need to tell you. I want to try my best to fulfill Tao Ling'er's wish."

Qiu Ruoshui remained silent for a moment, then carefully examined Qiu Ziyue.

Indeed, the girl in front of her was completely different from Tao Ling'er, whom she had just taken in.

She became stronger and more confident, and even learned the profound techniques of the "Tao Family Mysterious Techniques".

All of this seemed to confirm Qiu Ziyue's words.

"Are you really not Tao Ling'er?"

Qiu Ruoshui asked again, her tone now more serious.

Qiu Ziyue nodded firmly: "Yes, Valley Master, Tao Ling'er wants to marry Qi Yuxuan, and I want to gradually fulfill her wish through the Qin-Sword Martial Arts Competition."

Qiu Ruoshui fell into deep thought.

As she recalled the moments over the years, Qiu Ziyue's growth and changes, she couldn't help but believe this incredible story.

She sighed softly and said earnestly, "Ziyue, whether you are Tao Ling'er or Qiu Ziyue, it is all God's arrangement. We cannot escape the tricks of fate, we can only accept reality. That silly girl Tao Ling'er, oh, what can I say? Since she has such an absurd wish, let the dead be respected, then Ziyue, you go and fulfill it."

A hint of surprise flashed in Qiu Ziyue's eyes. She quickly knelt down and said gratefully, "Thank you, Valley Master, thank you for your understanding and support."

Qiu Ruoshui helped Qiu Ziyue up and gently patted her shoulder: "Go ahead and participate in the zither and sword competition. It's all up to fate. Whatever the outcome, it's all up to destiny and fate."

Qiu Ruoshui smiled slightly, took out a small jade pendant from her bosom, and handed it to Qiu Ziyue.

"This is a family heirloom jade pendant that will protect you. Wear it and good luck."

Qiu Ziyue accepted the jade pendant, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

She hung the jade pendant around her neck, feeling her master's blessings and expectations.

Qiu Ziyue returned to her room and packed her things.

She knew that this was not only to fulfill Tao Ling'er's wish, but also to prove her own value and ability.

Xueying watched her quietly from the side, as if she were also cheering her on.

The next morning, Qiu Ziyue, Qiu Langyu, Qiu Wentian, and Qiu Wenfeng bid farewell to their master and the disciples in the valley.

Meanwhile, in Yangzhou, intense registration, preliminary rounds, and semi-final selections were underway.

As for the Valley of Passion, the Valley of Heartbreak, the Valley of Empty Love, and the Valley of Resentment, since the people all know that they are top-notch performers, the martial arts competition stipulates that the candidates from the four valleys do not need to participate in the preliminary rounds or semi-finals, and can directly enter the finals.

Therefore, Qiu Ziyue and her fellow disciples were not in a hurry to travel, but instead took Xueying and strolled along the road at a leisurely pace.

At this moment, she was dressed in an elegant white silk Hanfu, with a simple hair ornament and small red silk tassels tied in her braid. She gently waved a paper fan painted with begonia flowers in her hand, and a youthful vibe wafted over as the breeze passed by.

This wasn't actually her real face. To conceal her identity, she wore a disguised face, which was less than one-eighth the size of her real, beautiful face, but it was still pleasing and endearing.

As she passed through a desolate place, the sight before her sent a chill down her spine.

The land was covered with withered trees and yellow grass, and many broken farm tools were scattered in the fields, as if this place had suffered a series of great disasters.

The villages along the roadside were also desolate, with houses collapsed and villagers nowhere to be found.

As dusk fell, the four arrived at a desolate plain.

As the sun set, the clouds on the horizon were dyed blood red, creating a particularly desolate scene.

Suddenly, she heard a commotion and crying coming from afar.

Qiu Ziyue immediately quickened her pace and walked towards the direction from which the sound came.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a group of ragged, haggard villagers fleeing in panic.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and some of them were carrying young children on their backs, staggering forward.

Qiu Ziyue hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Fellow villagers, where are you going? What happened?"

An old man stopped, panting, and said, “Young lady, hurry up! It’s not safe here anymore. Recently, cannibalism has been occurring in this area, many villages have been destroyed, and the villagers are fleeing for their lives.”

Upon hearing this, Qiu Ziyue was shocked and asked, "Cannibalism? What's going on?"

Another middle-aged woman chimed in, her eyes filled with tears: "A group of wicked people came from who-knows-where. They robbed our grain and kidnapped our villagers. Almost everyone in our village is dead, and the rest of us can only scatter in all directions."

Looking at the terrified villagers, Qiu Ziyue felt a mixture of sympathy and anger.

She decided to follow them to see if she could find any clues to help them out of their predicament.

As night fell, Qiu Ziyue and three of her fellow disciples, along with the villagers, found a dilapidated abandoned temple to take temporary refuge.

The temple was cold and damp, with withered grass and rags piled up in the corners.

The villagers sat around the fire in silence, broken only by the occasional sob.

Looking at these people suffering so much, Qiu Ziyue felt incredibly heavy-hearted.

So she took out some food from the bag she was carrying.

"Fellow villagers," please eat this grain first, and I will take you to Yangzhou City.

The villagers looked at the food Qiu Ziyue had given them, and a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes, but they immediately said, "We are all refugees who have fled from war. We have no household registration. Can Yangzhou City take us in?"

Qiu Ziyue said, "You should eat your fill first, change into clean clothes, and then come with me into Yangzhou City. Just say you are a disciple of my Passion Valley."

Many people knelt down and repeatedly expressed their gratitude: "Thank you, young lady! Thank you, young lady!"

Qiu Ziyue helped the kneeling villager to his feet and said softly, "Let's go."

The villagers packed their simple belongings and followed Qiu Ziyue toward Yangzhou.

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter!