After Transmigrating into an Evil God - Chapter 44

A dark blue-black karmic thread extended through the void, deep with resentment and heavy with hatred.

That ominous blue-black color was soaked through with ghost blood.

The insect wings on Qing Fu’s back trembled as she swiftly flew along the direction indicated by the karmic thread, her aura of resentment and malevolence billowing forth as heavy and deep as that of a great ghost.

Along the way, countless mountain and wilderness spirits and demons watched, but all avoided her and kept their distance.

What could make such a great ghost race forward so openly and urgently could only mean she had finally found her enemy and was going to pour out all her resentment and hatred in revenge, to resolve her own obsession.

This kind of great ghost with such deep and overwhelming malevolent qi often knew nothing of cultivation, drawing power from resentment. Though powerful, they also lacked reason. In the process of revenge, they were often already controlled by obsession and driven by hatred. If one blocked her path, they would likely be treated as an enemy and fought to the bitter end. Why would they needlessly provoke such trouble? Moreover, Qing Fu’s aura of resentment and malevolence was alarming—she clearly wasn’t easy to deal with.

Though the mountain spirits and wilderness demons along this route watched, not one blocked her way. They simply pretended not to see as Qing Fu passed through their territories.

With resentment and hatred pent up in her heart, Qing Fu raced along until she reached the end of the karmic thread and finally stopped.

This was a remote village, right next to a small stream. The stream wasn’t deep—even at its deepest point, it only reached an adult’s waist.

Houses were scattered about, cooking smoke curled upward, and above hung the aura of a divine path cultivator who protected this place. It appeared to be a scene of complete tranquility.

Qing Fu stared at the aura above for quite a while before gradually restraining the terrifying malevolence on her body.

The dark blue-black karmic thread vibrated, emanating a strange rhythm. Under the shroud of this rhythm, Qing Fu entered the village without disturbing the aura above.

Qing Fu followed the karmic thread deeper into the village. The closer she got, the more frenzied the hatred in her eyes became!

Her child was already dead, her small body stiff in the cold water. She hadn’t had time to grow up, hadn’t had time to see spring flowers or winter snow, yet those pure eyes that had just been looking at her and smiling were now forever frozen in suffering. How cold and frightened she must have been!

Qing Fu found the other end of the karmic thread. It was tied to a man whose appearance had changed after reincarnation, his memories of his past life now like scattered clouds.

But why?!

Why should her child die drowning in the water, crying in sorrow, while she went mad searching and transformed into a demon ghost, yet that man got to peacefully live out his life and enter reincarnation again!

Blood seeped from Qing Fu’s eyes as one of her arms transformed into a sharp insect limb and stabbed down toward the man’s heart!

A baby’s cry suddenly rang out.

Qing Fu’s hand instantly froze.

In that man’s arms was a baby girl. The infant was tiny, looking not even full-term, her cries as weak and thin as a kitten’s, making one’s heart ache with tenderness.

Qing Fu trembled and instinctively concealed her form. The insect limb changed back into a soft arm as she looked at that tiny child, the frenzied blood color in her eyes gradually fading.

That man strode forward carrying the baby girl, and Qing Fu unconsciously followed.

The child continued to cry weakly, but the man paid no attention at all, his face showing a calm as if this were perfectly natural.

The sound of water grew louder. The man walked all the way to the stream’s edge.

Qing Fu watched him, a dark blue-black shadow slowly rising in her eyes.

How unjust this world was! A murderer who killed his own child could actually reincarnate as a human again and have another chance to kill his own child once more!

Qing Fu slowly raised her hand. The sound of insect buzzing rang through the air.

The man was completely oblivious. With one arm he held the baby girl like some dead object. That weak crying like a young kitten’s did not make his callous face show any compassion—instead it only added a few more points of impatience.

It was just an annoying little thing. The sooner he dealt with it, the sooner he could go back and eat.

This wasn’t his first time handling this kind of trouble. He skillfully raised his arm and threw…

The world spun.

A tremendous force suddenly came from behind. The man only felt pain in his back, then his entire body was thrown into the air. In the next instant, he crashed hard into the stream.

The stream wasn’t deep. He struck the bed of pebbles at the bottom, instinctively letting out a scream of pain. The cold stream water rushed down his throat, choking him so that his scream immediately turned into violent coughing.

The man struggled to stand up. His head had just emerged from the water and he was about to take a breath when a tremendous force suddenly came from above his head, forcibly pressing him back down.

What was that?!

The man struggled in terror but couldn’t see anything. Each time his head just surfaced, he only managed half a breath before that force pressed him down again.

In his struggling, he saw a woman standing on the shore, seeming to hold something in her arms.

“Save… save me!” the man called out for help, then was pressed down again.

But when he raised his head again, he saw that the woman was just standing by the stream watching him, not moving at all.

“You… glug… me, cough… save!” He desperately struggled and reached toward Qing Fu, his wretched appearance both pitiful and laughable.

But Qing Fu only felt satisfaction. The more satisfied she felt, the more her chest hurt, and the more it hurt, the more satisfied her heart became!

Had her child struggled and cried for help like this back then?

The sound of splashing water clashed violently. The struggling man finally seemed to realize something, and his gaze toward Qing Fu turned to fear. When he surfaced for the last time, at the point of death, he glimpsed behind that demon-ghost-like woman a pair of enormous insect wings, dark blue-black in color, like the blood in the woman’s eyes.

“…Are you cold?”

He vaguely heard the woman ask.

The tremendous force above his head pressed him into the stream once more. He no longer had the strength to struggle out.

…So cold… don’t want to die…

Qing Fu watched that man eerily until he stopped moving. A dark blue-black copper coin flew up from the stream and fell into her palm, gathering together with another copper coin.

The ferocity on Qing Fu’s face gradually faded, but her eyes became hollow and confused as she stood there, seeming to both cry and laugh.

A weak cry suddenly rang out. Qing Fu startled awake from her daze and looked down at the baby girl in her arms.

So small and thin, and having been blown by the wind and thrown once, yet she still didn’t know to be afraid—she only cried weakly.

Qing Fu gently reached out to comfort the baby girl in her arms. The infant gradually stopped crying, her tiny little hand tightly gripping Qing Fu’s finger, gazing at her with a pair of bright black eyes.

Qing Fu tightened her arms. She wanted to keep this child, but…

She hesitated as she glanced toward the village.

…Mothers hope for their children’s return, children hope their mothers will search for them…

…Since you have an obsession, why not become a deity and protect the mothers and children of this world, so they never again meet with the same tragedy…

That deity’s words still lingered by her ears. She herself probably couldn’t become a deity, but she also didn’t want to see the mothers and children of this world suffer the pain of separation again.

Qing Fu looked reluctantly at the child in her arms but still carried her into the village houses.

She walked into the man’s house and saw a boy of seven or eight playing in the courtyard.

Qing Fu frowned tightly and, without letting the boy see her, walked into the house.

The woman in confinement after childbirth sat woodenly on the bed, her eyes numb and dull.

“Is that boy outside your son?” Qing Fu asked.

The woman nodded.

“Since you already have a son, why did you have another?” Qing Fu asked again.

Having given birth to a daughter she couldn’t protect, who was drowned by that man—how could she bear to give birth again?

The woman said woodenly, “He is my man.”

A man wants to sleep with his wife, and his wife will bear children. If a girl is born, throw her in the stream to drown.

She couldn’t control it. After all, a man wants to sleep with his wife.

Qing Fu laughed coldly, “You don’t deserve to be her mother!”

She held the baby girl in her arms and drifted out of the room, vanishing from the village in the blink of an eye.

Qing Fu entered the mountain forest and found animal milk to feed the baby girl. From now on, she would be her mother.

However, right now, she still had another matter to attend to.

Qing Fu raised her head and looked eerily along another karmic thread stained with blood.

The man who killed her child was already dead, but that cultivator who used green cash bugs to refine green cash bug coins was still alive!

TL/N:

青蚨=Qingfu or Qing Fu

青蚨虫 → Qīng Fú Chóng (Qingfu Worm; Green Cash Bug)=a mythical insect used in ancient Chinese alchemy or occult practices. It’s said that the worm can produce wealth or has magical properties, often connected to creating coins.