Chapter 319: Meng Chun’s Rebirth

Meng Chun’s soul had formed based on her remnant will from the Fusion Stage, and after undergoing the incomprehensible journey to and from a parallel world, her soul, from the moment of its birth, was already at the Fusion Stage level—extraordinarily powerful.

If she could find a suitable body, she would be a true peak Fusion Stage cultivator.

By suitable, she meant a recently deceased body, still warm, ideally with features 80% similar to her own—after all, back in her day, Meng Chun’s beauty had been famous across the Nine Provinces.

As luck would have it, there were no suitable bodies in the Nine Provinces.

“But I do have some useful materials in my storage ring—I can forge a complete body,” Jiang Li said, pulling out a series of items.

Tai Sui, Heavenly Harmony Flesh-Molding Grass, Summerwood Winterroot, Five-Colored Lotus Root… these heavenly treasures were all priceless, each one worthy of being a grand finale item at an auction.

Of course, if you added the prefix “Used by Human Sovereign Jiang Li” or “Same item used by Human Sovereign Jiang Li,” the price would skyrocket even more.

Ji Zhi once told Jiang Li that there had even been an auction that tried to sell “the spiritual energy Jiang Li once breathed,” which had been fined by the Great Zhou for false advertising.

To merchants, Jiang Li’s name was a bottomless gold mine. Anything remotely related to him could feed a whole clan.

But Meng Chun didn’t know the value of these “Jiang Li-owned” items. She just thought they were rare heavenly treasures.

Even the Meng Chun from 800 years ago, well-versed in the Dao of Dreams, couldn’t have gathered all these materials.

“These are too precious.” Meng Chun hesitated. She felt she had only taught Jiang Li some Dao of Dreams knowledge, and that didn’t deserve such treasures—especially after he saved her from the First Emperor.

“They were all gifts. Didn’t cost me anything.”

Jiang Li picked up the 8,000-year-old Tai Sui. “This was from Tianji Tower, gifted to me on the 300th anniversary of my ascension.”

“This was from the Luban Sect during New Year.”

“This one, the Beast-Taming Sect gave me on my 463rd birthday.”

“This here, the Wei Dynasty sent in celebration of the 230th anniversary and 3 months and 13 days of my ascension.”

“…The Wei Dynasty really forced that one, huh?” Meng Chun couldn’t believe how absurd that excuse was.

“Hey, a gift’s a gift. Might as well take it.”

“That’s called bribery.” Meng Chun scoffed, confused why Jiang Li accepted those things.

Jiang Li smiled. “I take the gifts but don’t do anything for them. So technically, it’s not bribery. If they want to give it, that’s their business. Why would I reject their kindness?”

He didn’t elaborate on why the Wei Dynasty had sent him the rare Five-Colored Lotus Flower. Instead, he asked for Meng Chun’s cultivation method, Eternal Dream of a Thousand Autumns—a genuine celestial-grade manual that pointed straight to the Heavenly Immortal level.

“This is a fine technique. No need to switch.” Jiang Li flipped through it and gave it high praise.

He studied the advanced manual patiently, taking several minutes to memorize it and calculate how to ascend using celestial power. Based on that, he constructed the most suitable body for Meng Chun to cultivate in.

Forging a body wasn’t like forging a weapon—it didn’t require overly complex techniques. Jiang Li could handle it on his own.

Under Jiang Li’s powerful cultivation, the Tai Sui, Flesh-Molding Grass, Summerwood Winterroot, Five-Colored Lotus Root, and other treasures all melted down, skipping many traditional steps.

Meng Chun watched with wide eyes as her new body was shaped before her. It was a strange feeling.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her—if Jiang Li was the one forging her body, didn’t that mean he would see everything?

Just as she was about to say something, she realized Jiang Li’s hands were faster than her voice. The materials were already forming a humanoid shape.

“Hmm… Something’s missing,” Jiang Li muttered. He reached into his storage ring—

Oh, right. There were no female cultivator clothes in there.

The system store came to the rescue. Jiang Li bought a female cultivator’s robe and dressed the forming body.

Meng Chun gave him a strange look—she had thought the clothes came from his storage ring.

Fortunately, that was just a small hiccup. Jiang Li finished crafting her body and even added a full outfit.

Meng Chun circled her new body a few times, very satisfied. Then she transformed into a stream of light and fused with it. She moved her arms and legs—everything felt perfectly natural, like this had always been her body.

Moreover, Jiang Li had shaped her meridians to suit Eternal Dream of a Thousand Autumns, making her even stronger than she was 800 years ago.

“In terms of raw physical strength, you’re not inferior to Zhang Konghu,” Jiang Li said, having enhanced her body’s durability. Zhang Konghu was nearly at the peak of body cultivation.

Of course, if it came to an actual fight, Zhang Konghu had far more close-combat experience. Meng Chun would be at a disadvantage in that area.

But she had no plans for close combat—that wasn’t her style.

She preferred putting enemies to sleep and toying with them in dreams.

“Hold on—you still need forty-nine days to fully merge with your body,” Jiang Li warned when he saw Meng Chun getting eager to try more techniques.

This was the path-protecting he had once promised her.

“Alright, I’m not in a rush.” Meng Chun restrained her excitement and forced herself to sit down.

Finally, she no longer had to fake sitting while actually squatting in a horse stance.

“Not on a bench. Sit cross-legged on the floor,” Jiang Li reminded helpfully. He’d never seen anyone cultivate on a chair.

“Oh.” Meng Chun blushed. She really had been too eager.

She finally settled down and began quietly exploring her new body.

Meridians, acupoints, physique, spirit platform… everything fit her perfectly. Even her spiritual energy circulation was 20% faster than her old self.

Strictly speaking, she was merely the remnant of the Dream Cultivator from 800 years ago—not the real one. Her personality differed slightly too. Now that she had a soul of her own, she was officially a separate being.

Still, she couldn’t help but compare herself to that original Dream Cultivator—after all, her memories came from her.

Forty-nine days passed in a flash. Meng Chun opened her eyes, glowing with spirit and clarity.

She stepped out of the Profound Secret Realm and looked up at the storm clouds gathering above.

Becoming a Fusion Stage cultivator in one step—this was heaven’s trial.

Jiang Li stood nearby without interfering. This was both a test and a blessing. Only if she failed would he step in.

But Jiang Li had confidence in the body he had created—and in Meng Chun. This tribulation was no threat. If anything, it felt like heaven celebrating the birth of a new soul.

Thunder roared, lighting up the mountains. The lightning tribulation descended over Meng Chun, and she met it with nothing but her physical body.

Previously, she had controlled her body like a puppet on strings—functional, but with lifeless eyes.

But now, she was in full command. It was as if the Dream Cultivator of 800 years ago—famed across the Nine Provinces for her beauty and brilliance—had been reborn, radiating with irresistible charm.

The tribulation faded.

Meng Chun was reborn.