Lin Xueya, twenty-nine years old.
She once had a stable job, a husband, and the dream of becoming a mother.
But life tore everything away from her.
Two miscarriages left her spirit broken.
Her husband abandoned her, divorcing her with cruel words.
Her family cast her out like trash, saying she brought misfortune.
And when despair consumed her heart, she wandered the streets in a daze—
Until the roar of a truck ended her life in the mortal world.
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But death was not the end.
When her eyes opened again, Lin Xueya found herself in a body that looked exactly like her own—but in another world.
A world where cultivators soared to the heavens, wielding swords and stepping onto the path of immortality.
This body she now inhabited belonged to a young bride.
Married only for three days, her husband was slain by enemies two weeks ago.
Since then, her residence had been under siege.
And now, as her soul synchronized with the new body, her courtyard was already trembling under enemy assault.
Pain surged through her veins—both the pain of this new body and the grief of memories it carried.
She clutched her belly.
It was then she realized: this body was pregnant!
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As blades clashed outside and fire consumed her residence, a sudden, mechanical voice echoed within her mind:
[System synchronization complete. Welcome, host. Please claim your Beginner's Reward.]
Her heart jolted.
"System…?"
Without hesitation, she accepted the reward.
A golden light flashed before her, and a scroll appeared in her consciousness.
[Congratulations. You have received a Random Treasure Gacha Ticket.]
The ticket dissolved into light, spinning rapidly before descending into her hands.
What emerged stunned her completely—
A small world.
An independent dimension brimming with spiritual energy a hundred times denser than the outside.
Endless spiritual herbs grew across mountains and valleys.
An ancient divine cauldron stood tall, surrounded by countless alchemical inheritances.
This was not merely a gift.
It was the foundation of an eternal dynasty.
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The system explained calmly:
[Every pregnancy shall be safeguarded. Delivery will be painless. For every child born, rewards shall be granted according to the child's talent.
Minimum reward: 1,000 days of cultivation and a second-grade cultivation technique.
Additionally, for each child born, host will receive three avatars—clones identical in power and skill, able to communicate telepathically and share battle experiences. Avatars may assume any form or gender, and to others, they will appear as ordinary humans.]
Lin Xueya's breath trembled.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Three avatars for each child… and she was pregnant!
Her vision swam, and before she could think further, she entered the small world.
Only her and her descendants could freely enter and exit this realm.
And inside, the system spoke again:
[Host, you are carrying triplets.]
Lin Xueya froze.
"Triplets…?"
Tears welled in her eyes.
In her previous life, she had lost two children before they were born.
But now—Heaven had given her three at once.
She clenched her fists, determination blazing within her.
"If Heaven has given me this chance… then I will live anew. I will protect my children, and I will ascend this path of immortality—no matter what enemy blocks my way!"
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Within the divine small world, Lin Xueya sat in silence, her trembling hands caressing her belly.
Three pulses of life throbbed within her womb—weak yet steady.
The system's voice rang again:
[Confirmed. Three fetal heartbeats. Upon birth, host shall receive nine avatars.]
Lin Xueya's breath caught.
"Nine… avatars?!"
Her mind raced.
Nine beings identical in power to herself.
Nine shadows who could act in her stead, live in society, battle enemies, or train in different paths simultaneously.
Even a great sect with thousands of disciples would envy such a force.
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The system continued:
[Each avatar shall share battle experiences with host. When destroyed, avatars will reform in the system's space after 10 hours. Their appearance may be freely adjusted. They may serve as messengers, spies, soldiers, or companions.]
Lin Xueya wiped her eyes, half laughing, half crying.
"In my past life, I had no one. Alone… abandoned.
But now… I will have children. I will have nine avatars.
I will never be alone again."
Her determination solidified.
Every child born was not only her flesh and blood—but also the key to greater strength.
Her motherhood itself had become the source of her immortality.
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But outside, danger still lurked.
Her residence was still under siege.
Enemies hunted for her unborn child, their motives shrouded in blood and secrecy.
Lin Xueya clenched her fists.
"I will not let them touch even a strand of hair on my children.
System, prepare. When the time comes, I will use everything at my disposal."
Her gaze sharpened.
For the first time since tragedy ruined her life, she felt true hope.
Not just for survival—but for absolute victory.
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The vast small world was more than a sanctuary.
It was paradise itself.
Mountains teemed with herbs that had long gone extinct in the outside realm.
Fields of spiritual rice swayed endlessly.
Waterfalls shimmered with liquid spiritual energy, denser than even sect core treasures.
But what caught Lin Xueya's attention most—
Was the colossal cauldron hovering at the world's center.
Runes of heaven and earth glowed across its surface.
Even from afar, she felt her soul tremble in reverence.
The system explained:
[Divine Alchemy Cauldron: a sacred relic capable of refining any pill. Within it lies the inheritance of countless alchemists—scrolls, jade slips, and ancient techniques.]
Lin Xueya's hands trembled as she approached.
"Alchemy…"
Memories of the body's former owner flooded her mind.
Her late husband was from the Chen family, a clan with shallow roots but high ambition.
He had once said: "If we had a true alchemist, our family could rise."
And now—Heaven had given her this very chance.
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She pressed her palm against the cauldron.
Instantly, her mind was flooded with knowledge.
Recipes, techniques, flames, pill formations—all streamed into her sea of consciousness.
It was overwhelming.
Yet she also felt exhilaration, as if she had just glimpsed a boundless ocean she could explore forever.
"This… with this, I can not only protect my children… I can create wealth, allies, and power beyond imagination."
The path before her was no longer just survival.
It was the path of an Immortal Alchemist Mother.
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Outside the sanctuary, her former residence lay in ruins.
Through her avatar, Lin Xueya stepped into the blood-soaked courtyard.
Ash still lingered.
Walls were scarred by sword marks.
The smell of blood and smoke filled the air.
Her heart clenched.
"This… was my home. And his grave."
She recalled her late husband's final act.
He had fought to the death, buying time so she could escape with her unborn child.
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Suddenly, footsteps echoed.
Three black-robed men entered the ruins, weapons drawn.
"She might still be alive," one sneered.
"Her womb is the key. That unborn child could open the Chen family's ancestral formation."
Lin Xueya's face paled.
"They… want my children?!"
Her rage boiled.
"System, protect the fetuses!"
Golden light enveloped her belly in the sanctuary.
Meanwhile, her avatar crouched in hiding, listening.
The men split up, searching carefully.
One approached the hidden basement door.
Memories surged—her husband's voice whispering: "If I die, protect our child… use the secret formation below."
Tears welled in Lin Xueya's eyes.
"You died for me…"
But when the man reached for the basement door, she struck.
Her avatar lunged, blade flashing—severing his throat in one move.
The other two roared in fury.
Energy blades tore through the ruins.
Her avatar fought valiantly, distracting them—until a spear pierced its chest.
The body dissolved into nothingness.
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Back in the sanctuary, Lin Xueya gasped.
But the system spoke calmly:
[Avatar destroyed. Battle data transferred. Avatar will revive in 10 hours.]
Despite her loss, she now knew the truth.
Her enemies sought her womb.
Her husband had hidden a formation in the basement.
Her children were the key to a greater destiny.
She clenched her fists.
"Very well. I am no longer prey. I am a mother—and I will carve a bloody path to immortality!"
Inside the sanctuary, Lin Xueya sat cross-legged, recovering from the shock.
She whispered, "The avatar… it died, yet I felt its every wound.
But the experience—it's mine now. I've grown stronger."
The system confirmed:
[Avatars are extensions of host. Their power is equal to host's. Their deaths provide experience, not loss.]
Her eyes blazed.
"Then summon another."
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Light condensed before her.
A man emerged—tall, handsome, long hair tied back.
His aura radiated strength and confidence.
He bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Master."
Lin Xueya's breath caught.
"He's so real… voice, breath, even aura."
The system explained:
[Avatars may assume any form, gender, or age. To outsiders, they are indistinguishable from mortals or cultivators.]
She tested him.
Together, they performed sword techniques side by side.
Every strike, every motion—perfectly mirrored.
It was like fighting her own reflection.
Yet that reflection could spar endlessly, forcing her to adapt, to improve.
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Soon, she summoned two more.
A silver-haired woman with mysterious violet eyes.
And a boy of twelve, innocent yet sly.
Three avatars stood before her.
Three living shadows, three loyal companions.
Tears filled her eyes.
"In my past life, I was alone.
But now, I will never be alone again."
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She dispatched them.
The man—sent to scout enemy movements.
The woman—to study the alchemy inheritance in the divine cauldron.
The boy—to infiltrate the nearest city as an anonymous observer.
Every experience, every sight, every whisper—would flow back to her.
Lin Xueya smiled.
"With this… I am no longer just Lin Xueya.
I can be anyone, anywhere.
And I will build a legacy that none can erase."
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