Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 645 - 647, Phoenix Awakening (second update)

Chapter 645: 647, Phoenix Awakening (second update)

He hoped his deception skills were high enough to fool Mo Zhixuan and give him the belief to keep on living.

Indeed, the decision of the elderly Mrs. Mo was the right one.

Upon hearing these words, Mo Zhixuan seemed to come back to life.

Downstairs.

A dark-skinned young man was sitting on the sofa, wearing thick Daoist robes despite the sweltering heat, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

What was most critical was that the Daoist robes were patched up all over, making him look hardly like someone from the 21st century.

Old Mrs. Mo brought over a cup of green tea with a courteous gesture, "Master, please have some tea."

"Thank you, madam," the young man said politely.

The youth looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

His facial features were well-defined and three-dimensional, with big, spirited eyes.

The only drawback was that his skin was too dark.

If it were fairer and his attire more normal, he would quite be a handsome young man.

"Mr. Mo," when Mo Qingyi and Mo Zhixuan approached, the youth quickly stood up, his face carrying a respectful demeanor.

"Do you know about my wife’s situation?" Mo Zhixuan went straight to the point.

Originally.

He should have turned to dust long ago.

It was only because of Xiao Bai’s words that he had persisted until today.

If Jin returned and didn’t see him, she would certainly be heartbroken.

Thus, he was still alive.

As long as there was the slightest hope, he would not let go.

Today, he finally saw this day come.

"Yes," the youth nodded before continuing, "Mr. Mo, my name is Zi Qi, you can just call me by my name."

Zi Qi.

Mo Qingyi looked at the dark-skinned youth in front of her.

Suddenly, she had a very familiar feeling.

As if she had seen him somewhere before.

"Sister," Zi Qi suddenly turned to Mo Qingyi with a grin showing a row of neat white teeth, "don’t look at me that way, I’ll get embarrassed."

Mo Qingyi smiled politely at him, not saying a word.

This person.

Could he be mentally unsound?

Calling her sister?

Is there a mistake?

Does she know him?

"Zi Qi," Mo Zhixuan turned to him, "let’s talk in the study."

"Alright," Zi Qi put away his smile and followed Mo Zhixuan’s footsteps.

Mo Qingyi watched their retreating figures and suddenly wanted to tell Mo Zhixuan to be careful not to be deceived.

This Zi Qi was quite strange.

But when the words reached her lips, she silently swallowed them back down.

Perhaps it was not such a bad thing for Mo Zhixuan to live in lies.

She hoped that Mo Zhixuan could continue to be confused.

Old Mrs. Mo looked at Mo Zhixuan, her eyes rimmed with slight redness, finally seeing a bit of vitality in him after so many days.

She hoped that this Zi Qi would be his turning point.

Whether through deceit or cajoling.

In any case, as long as Mo Zhixuan could continue to live, that was good.

**

In the Superpower World.

Within a small cabin in a dense primitive forest.

"Old man, do you think this girl can still live?" A woman in her sixties looked worriedly at the old man grinding herbs at the table.

Hearing this, the old man looked up at the girl lying on the bed and sighed, "We’ve fed her all the medicine we could, whether she lives or not is now up to fate!"

The elderly couple had lived in this primitive forest for most of their lives.

Living off the land.

They were self-sufficient, living like a pair of immortals, the only regret being they hadn’t had a child in their youth.

Three days ago.

The old man went out to fish and stumbled upon an ice coffin in a cave. At that moment, he didn’t know why, but he brought the ice coffin back to their home.

To their surprise.

The next day, when they were about to bury the ice coffin, it melted on its own and, more incredibly, the person inside the coffin was still breathing faintly.

Still alive!

Realizing this, the couple was overjoyed. It was one of the few living people they had seen in thirty years.

The couple had spent their lives childless, and this must have been a gift from heaven.

But three days had passed, and despite their efforts, she had not woken up.

She lay quietly on the bed, picturesque in black pants and a white blouse, like a sleeping beauty.

"Alas," the woman also sighed softly, "this child is also unfortunate."

Just at that moment.

The girl on the bed gently opened her eyes.

Her delicate peach blossom-like eyes glistened as she looked around blankly, silently assessing her surroundings.

Her mind was filled with unfamiliar terms.

Cabin.

Elderly.

Between the Chu River and Han Border, a panorama of splendid mountains and rivers.

Where is this?

Does she still have something important to finish?

Her head ached a bit.

The girl stretched her hand toward her temple and softly hissed in pain.

"You’re awake!" Seeing this, the woman became so excited that the bowl in her hand fell to the ground, splashing the medicine all over the floor.

The elder also hurried to the bedside, reaching out to feel her pulse, his face showing an expression of disbelief!

"Child, you’re finally awake!" the woman said with such excitement that her eyes reddened. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding Chu Jin’s hand and did not let go.

So many days had gone by, and the child had finally woken up.

"It’s good that you’re awake, good that you’re awake," the elder said with a face full of excitement, "Child, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I’ll go make it for you."

"Hungry," the girl looked at them and nodded.

Although she didn’t recognize these two elders, her instincts told her they were good people she could trust.

"I’ll go get some porridge for you." With that, the elder walked out the door.

Not long after, the elder came back with a bowl of porridge.

It was a very sweet porridge with a good taste and a faint medicinal fragrance.

The elderly couple watched with affection as the girl finished the porridge and then asked, "Child, what’s your name, how old are you this year? Where does your family live?"

Between the Chu River and Han Border, a panorama of splendid mountains and rivers.

These two lines once again surfaced in the girl’s mind.

"My name is Chu Jin, the ’Chu’ from Chu River and Han Border, the ’Jin’ from splendid mountains and rivers, you can call me Jin," the girl blurted out.

Jin.

The term felt very familiar.

It seemed that there was a deep male voice that often called her this.

That voice.

Pleasant, magnetically rich.

But she could not remember the face of the owner of that voice.

"Jin, then where do your family live? Who else is in your family?" the elder continued to inquire.

Since she knew her name, she must also know her family and address.

The child appeared very intelligent.

Her demeanor was extraordinary.

Just by looking, one could tell she came from a wealthy family; how could they let her stay with them, two old folks, in this remote countryside?

Chu Jin shook her head blankly, "I can’t remember."

The elder continued to ask, "Then how old are you?"

Chu Jin still shook her head, "I can’t remember that either."

Besides her name, her mind was almost a complete blank. She couldn’t remember anything.

"Why don’t you try to think harder?" the elder suggested, "If you remember, we can send you home."

Although the elder also very much hoped for Chu Jin to stay and be a daughter to the old couple.

But on second thought.

Everyone has a heart of flesh—what parents wouldn’t grieve over a lost daughter?

The parents of this child must be anxious right now.

Chu Jin nodded, closed her eyes, and tried hard to recall. However, her vision was obscured by fog; she saw nothing, heard nothing. And just when she seemed to find a door in the dense fog and was about to open it, a drilling pain struck her temples.

Chu Jin pressed her temples, her face twisted in stifled pain.

"My dear child, if you can’t remember, then don’t force it," the woman quickly comforted Chu Jin, patting her back, "We’re not in a rush. Think slowly, and when you remember, then we will send you back."

"Okay," Chu Jin replied softly with a nod.

"Uncle and Auntie, thank you for saving me," Chu Jin then expressed her gratitude.

Although she couldn’t remember anything, she could deduce from the current situation that this elderly couple had certainly saved her.

"Meeting you is fate. Don’t mention thanks. If," the auntie said, pausing slightly in her tone, "if you truly wish to thank us, why not become our adopted daughter?"

Chu Jin got up from the bed, "Adoptive father and mother above, please accept your daughter’s bow."

Since the old couple had saved her, they were like her parents in this new life.

This gesture was proper.

"Good child, good child," the elderly couple excitedly helped Chu Jin up from the ground.

They had thought that Chu Jin wouldn’t agree to their request, considering there was nothing here and they lived in such poverty. Unexpectedly, Chu Jin agreed so readily.

The two elders then chatted a lot more with Chu Jin.

Through a series of conversations.

Chu Jin learned that three days ago, she had been discovered by the elder in an ice coffin.

The two old folks.

The elder’s last name was Wu.

The woman’s last name was Lin.

They had lived in seclusion here for 20 years. Besides themselves, they had an apprentice who would occasionally come to the mountain to visit them.

Aside from this apprentice.

The two elders lived almost in complete isolation from the world.

In a flash.

Another three days had passed.

Over these three days, Chu Jin had lived very happily with the two elders.

She liked this self-sufficient lifestyle very much.

At this moment, she was walking barefoot from a distance, carrying two fish and said with a smile, "Auntie, let’s have fish tonight, one braised and one in soup."

Mrs. Lin was sewing clothes and replied, "Alright, later let your adoptive father take care of it, he’s best at cooking fish."

In the days since Chu Jin’s arrival, the smiles had scarcely faded from the old couple’s faces; Chu Jin was like their own daughter to them.

"Then I’ll take the fish to adoptive father." Chu Jin carried the fish and headed outside.

"Wait, Jin," Mrs. Lin shook the newly made clothes in her hand, calling out to Chu Jin, "Jin, try on these clothes and see if they fit you well."

Chu Jin was still dressed in the white robe and black trousers.

There were no clothes for young girls to change into here, so Aunt Lin had to sew a skirt herself.

"Okay, thank you, godmother." Chu Jin accepted the skirt and turned to change in the inner room.

The skirt was made of white cotton.

It had frog-button fastenings and was somewhat like a modified version of a qipao.

It fit her perfectly.

Aunt Lin was very skilled with her hands, and she even embroidered a red plum blossom at the waist.

Lifelike.

It added much charm to the otherwise simple frog-button skirt.

Chu Jin wore it in a way that evoked the sense of an international brand, like a proud plum blossom, standing tall and solitary against the world.

It had to be said.

The skirt was indeed very well-suited to Chu Jin’s temperament.

Serenely beautiful, beyond the mortal world.

Aunt Lin looked at the girl before her with great satisfaction and nodded, "Our Jin is so beautiful, this old woman has picked up a treasure."

"It’s all thanks to godmother’s craftsmanship," Chu Jin, arm in arm with Aunt Lin, said with a smile brimming in her eyes, "Godmother, I really love the skirt you made for me."

Chu Jin made Aunt Lin grin from ear to ear.

"If Jin likes it, godmother will make a few more for you."

"Okay, thank you, godmother."

For dinner, there was braised fish and fish soup stew.

Chu Jin chatted with the elderly couple late into the night before returning to her room.

During the day, she was indeed very happy.

But when night came, she would become very unsettled.

It felt as if somewhere, a very important person was waiting for her.

She knew.

She might not belong to this place.

She wasn’t born from a crevice in the rocks; she must have her own home, her own circle of life.

"Don’t!" Chu Jin once again woke up with a start from her dream.

Cold sweat formed on her forehead, her face wet with tears.

She dreamed of a man.

And a woman wearing a bridal gown.

However, unfortunately.

She could not see their faces clearly.

In the dream.

The man combed out the woman’s hair, all three thousand strands of it.

It was a moment of deep sentimentality.

Unyielding even in death.

She could even feel the man’s desolate and despairing mood.

He had completely lost his attachment to life.

The scene shifted.

She could clearly see the well-defined palm holding a dagger, carving something.

It was memorial tablets.

There were two of them.

Not just hers.

But his as well.

He was preparing memorial tablets for himself.

Although it was just a dream, Chu Jin could still feel distinctly that he truly could not rise again.

She wanted to stop the man, which was why she awoke in alarm.

Chu Jin covered her heart, gasping for air in great gulps as if it was just a dream, so why did it feel so real?

What happened to that man in the end?

Would he die?

Chu Jin clenched the quilt beneath her, her knuckles turning white from the force.

After a long while, Chu Jin finally calmed down and wiped the tears from her face.

She lay back down on the bed, closed her eyes, and in a daze, it seemed like she entered a stone house.

Everything in the stone house was very familiar.

On the stone table, there were half-eaten sunflower seeds and chips.

Chu Jin stood there as a dark shadow appeared before her, its chubby legs kicked up, leisurely cracking sunflower seeds, and then crisply called out, "Brother Jin."

Brother Jin.

Chu Jin slightly furrowed her brows.

Why did this title feel so familiar?

Chu Jin instinctively reached out, wanting to touch the shadow, but as she stretched out her hand, the shadow quickly vanished into the air.

Without a trace.

"How can this be?" Chu Jin whispered softly to herself, bending down to sit on the stone stool and picking up a chip to put in her mouth.

It was fragrant, crispy.

A very familiar taste.

On the other end of the table was an ancient book with a blue cover, with the words "Sacred Doctor’s Benediction" written in big characters.

Also.

A deck of cards.

A spherical Crystal Ball.

Why was all of this so familiar, as if the answer was on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn’t recall anything?

Right on time.

Inside the room, a very soft sound of footsteps arose.

Chu Jin suddenly opened her eyes. Although she couldn’t remember anything, her body’s instincts were still intact.

Almost in an instant, she sat up from the bed, darted over with a flash, her fingertips slightly curved, and a playing card appeared in the palm of her hand.

With one hand, she grabbed the person’s wrists behind his back, and with the other, she held a Tarot card against his neck, exerting a slight pressure. A bloodstain promptly appeared on his pale skin.

"Who are you?"

"Are you the person Master and Mistress saved?" the person slowly started to speak, his voice deep and steady, without a hint of panic despite the danger he was in.

Upon hearing this, Chu Jin let go and apologized, "I’m sorry, you didn’t knock before entering, so..."

"It’s fine," the person rotated his neck, walked a few steps forward, and drew back the curtains, calmly saying, "Miss, your skills are quite impressive. May I ask where you learned them?"

Master and Mistress have been living in seclusion for many years.

Over the years, a number of unorthodox individuals have tried to get close to the elderly couple, but I have always discovered and discreetly dealt with them. I hadn’t expected that there would still be someone who slipped through the net.

This girl has extraordinary skills, clearly trained, and her combat abilities compared to his own aren’t inferior.

What’s most important is her unknown origin, coupled with her claim of amnesia—this is just too suspicious!

Moreover, she has gained Master and Mistress’s trust and has even become their goddaughter!

How did a young girl end up in the deep mountains?

She must have an ulterior motive for coming here!

I absolutely cannot allow any danger to befall Master and Mistress.

"Master?" Chu Jin walked to the window, gazing at the little birds on the tree branches, "I seem to... not have a master."

The term "master" felt extremely unfamiliar.

Chu Jin’s intuition told her that she did not have a master.

But if she didn’t have a master, then where did her martial arts come from?

Chu Jin couldn’t help but contemplate this.

The view outside the window was beautiful.

Everything her eyes landed on was engulfed in thick greenery, with the light sound of insects mingled with the clear chirping of birds.

Quiet, pleasant.

The cabin had two floors. Chu Jin only needed to stretch her hand out to touch the sturdy branches, which bore unnamed flowers. The breeze brought wafts of fragrance as it blew.

Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, looking down at everything before her.

No master?

The man’s frown deepened even more. How could she have such fine skills and claim to have no master?

Did she think he was a three-year-old child?

That gullible?

The man lightly curved his lips upward and continued, "Then, Miss, you truly are a genius to have learned such skills on your own. Admirable indeed."

Perceiving the underlying meaning of his words, Chu Jin turned slightly and looked earnestly at the man, "I really don’t have a master."

She had thought about it for a long time.

She truly had no master.

Words like "Jin" and "Tarot cards" felt very familiar to her.

Only the term "master" was unfamiliar.

Sunlight poured in through the window, casting a gentle halo around her.

In the sunlight, her features were picturesque, her red lips like fire, her skin like snow, dressed in a white dress with a red plum at her waist, blooming proudly against the snow, making her slender waist appear as if it could be snapped with a single hand.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, and those delicate, peach-blossom eyes were particularly captivating.

She was really beautiful.

So beautiful—

It made one want to destroy her on the spot!

Beauty is poisonous.

Those four words emerged in the man’s mind.

The prettier things are on the outside, the uglier they tend to be on the inside.

People are no exception.

This beautiful creature before him was certainly no good person.

The man indifferently withdrew his gaze and continued, "I know, and that’s why I said that you are extraordinarily talented. To have such skills without a master... if you had a mentor, your future would be boundless."

He spoke slowly while his gaze stealthily evaluated Chu Jin.

He attempted to spot any flaws on her face.

Alas, from start to finish, she maintained an unruffled demeanor.

Heh.

The man sneered inwardly.

This beautiful flower was really good at masking her true self.

"My name is Chu Jin, ’Chu’ from Chu River and Han Border, ’Jin’ from splendid mountains and rivers," Chu Jin lifted her eyelids slightly and said in a light tone, "You can just call me by my name."

Could it be that this man is wary of her?

Therefore, Chu Jin didn’t say much.

This person was Master and Mistress’s beloved disciple; she should avoid provoking him if possible.

The man smiled slightly, "Jian Yi, ’Jian’ from simple, ’Yi’ from devoted. That’s my name. By the way, I heard Master and Mistress mention that you have amnesia?"

If she had amnesia, then how could she remember her own name?

Whether it was real amnesia or feigned, probably only she knew for sure.

Jian Yi felt more and more that such a person should not be allowed to stay by Master and Mistress’s side!

Moreover, this Chu Jin showed absolutely no reaction upon hearing his name; her act was too obvious.

Jian Yi forgot.

She was a person with amnesia.

How could she know of his renown?

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