"Little Firefly," Li Hua asked, her eyes fixed on the steaming bath before her, "Is there a way to enhance the effects?" The question carried the weight of someone who never settled for merely adequate results—a habit carried over from her previous life.
Little Firefly's presence in her mind shifted with hesitation before he answered, "Master, there is a way... but it's risky. You could cultivate during the bath itself. The marrow cleansing ritual can only be done once—combining it with active cultivation would forge both your meridians and core simultaneously." His voice grew quieter, betraying his unease. "However, Master, even with your mother's calming herbs, the pain would be... extraordinary." He paused, as if weighing whether to continue. "Imagine every bone in your body being unmade and reforged at once, with molten metal flowing through your veins instead of blood. Most cultivators wouldn't dare attempt such a thing, especially at your current age." His voice softened further. "Even with your... previous experiences, this will test your limits."
Li Hua's lips curved into a slight smile at her companion's delicate reference to her past life. They both knew what she had endured in that other existence—countless sessions of torture, endless moments of agony. But this body was different: small, untested, never having known the cruel bite of a blade or the searing kiss of heated metal. Still, pain was an old friend, one she knew how to embrace.
"It's fine," she projected the thought back to Little Firefly, her mental voice carrying the weight of centuries despite her childish form. "If it becomes too much, I'll stick to the normal method."
Steam no longer rose from the bath's surface—a sign she'd spent too long considering her options. Without further hesitation, Li Hua shed her clothes and slipped into the waiting waters, her small form disappearing beneath the surface as if accepting an embrace from fate itself.
At first there was no pain, just a slight discomfort.
But the moment Li Hua initiated her cultivation, agony erupted through her body with the force of a supernova. White-hot pain cascaded through every fiber of her being as the marrow cleansing powder activated, its essence boring into her bones like molten steel seeking gold. Her small teeth clamped down on her lower lip until the metallic taste of blood bloomed on her tongue—a familiar flavor from a different lifetime, now serving as an anchor against the tide of torment.
This wasn't the calculated pain of torture chambers she'd known before, nor the sharp bite of a blade between ribs. This was creation's cruel kindness, breaking her down to her very foundation to rebuild her anew. Each breath felt like inhaling lightning, every heartbeat sending thunderous waves of agony through freshly awakened meridians. The water around her shimmered with an ethereal golden light, her cultivation energy dancing with the enhanced properties of the bath in a deadly waltz of transformation.
Her core pulsed like a newborn star, each beat sending fresh waves of power coursing through her channels. The pain transcended mere physical sensation—it was cellular, fundamental, as if every drop of her essence was being simultaneously shattered and reforged. Yet Li Hua refused to yield. Her assassin's mind, tempered by a lifetime of endurance, grabbed hold of the agony and transformed it into fuel for cultivation.
Every survival instinct screamed at her to flee this self-imposed crucible, but Li Hua embraced the burning renewal. In her past life, suffering had been her constant companion, teaching her the art of survival. Now, in this new existence, pain would serve a greater purpose—not merely to endure, but to protect.
As waves of agony pulsed through her system, her bloodied lips curved into a determined smile. This bath was more than just a cleansing of her marrow; it was the first step in forging herself into a weapon of her own design, tempering her essence into something far beyond what even her parents had intended. And this was only the beginning
In their separate rooms, her brothers endured their own torment with gritted teeth. The silence from their little sister's chamber became a challenge—if their youngest sibling could bear this without a sound, so would they. Pride and brotherly competition sealed their lips, transforming their agony into a test of will. How could they, as elder brothers, show less fortitude than their delicate sister? Yet they remained blissfully unaware that their youngest sibling's composure came not from natural talent, but from countless lifetimes of enduring far worse fates.
Her father had retreated to the farmlands, throwing himself into the physical labor of tending crops—each swing of his hoe more forceful than necessary, as if he could channel his worry into the earth itself. Meanwhile, her mother sat in the sun-dappled courtyard, methodically sorting herbs with trembling fingers, each plant categorized and bundled with practiced precision that barely masked her unease.
Both parents bore their anxiety differently yet shared the same burning desire to rush to their children's aid. But they knew better—knew that this necessary trial would forge their little ones into something stronger, more resilient. So, they waited, each finding solace in familiar tasks while their children endured their first true test of cultivation.
Time passed like molten glass, each moment stretching and bending under the weight of transformation. Li Hua's consciousness flickered between reality and the void as her body underwent its metamorphosis. The spirit water she'd added to the bath had amplified the process far beyond normal limits, pushing her small frame to the very edge of what it could endure.
Through the haze of pain, she felt it—the moment when her meridians finally yielded to the cleansing. Like frozen rivers cracking in spring, her channels expanded and reformed, creating pathways that hummed with newfound potential. The agony didn't lessen, but it changed, becoming something productive rather than merely punishing. Each pulse of pain carved new directions for spiritual energy to flow, each burning moment opened another door to power.
"Little Firefly," she called out weakly in her mind, "Can you check my progress?"
The spirit's presence flickered with concern and amazement. "Master, your meridians... they're expanding beyond normal parameters. The...The combination of spirit water and cultivating has accelerated the process exponentially. But master, you should probably stop soon. Even with your extraordinary tolerance—"
"No," Li Hua cut him off, her mental voice firm despite her physical exhaustion. Her tiny body trembled in the cooling water, but her will remained unbreakable. Years of enduring torture in her past life had taught her how to embrace pain, to transform it into something useful. This was no different—just another trial to overcome, another threshold to cross.
She focused on her breathing, using techniques learned in another lifetime to regulate her body's response to the overwhelming sensations. Each breath drew in more spiritual energy, each exhale pushed her limitations further. The spirit water-enhanced bath continued its work, boring into her very marrow with an intensity that would have broken most cultivators. But Li Hua was not most cultivators—she had lived and died and lived again, and this pain was nothing compared to the agony of watching loved ones suffer.
"Master," Little Firefly's voice held a note of pride beneath its concern, "your meridians are almost twice as wide as they should be at this stage. The spirit water has amplified the cleansing effects beyond anything I've seen in one so young."
Li Hua's lips curved into a slight smile despite the pain. Good. She would need every advantage, every edge she could gain.
Her small body continued to absorb the powerful mixture, each moment of agony bringing her closer to the strength she would need to protect her new family. In this bath of transformation, Li Hua began the long process of reforging herself into something new—not quite the assassin she had been, but something far more dangerous: a protector with the skills of a killer and death itself with a reason to live.
"Master," Little Firefly spoke softly, his curiosity getting the better of him as he examined her cultivation progress, "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of checking your inner core while monitoring your meridians."
Li Hua's consciousness drifted in the golden waters; her attention momentarily diverted from the lingering pain. "What did you find?"
"Nothing different from what you said, though seeing it is beyond extraordinary." The spirit's voice carried a note of reverence. "Your core has developed a unique resonance—like nothing I've ever seen. I can sense that your core carries echoes of both darkness and light, perfectly balanced like twin moons in an eternal dance. The white dragon and the gold phoenix core pulse in perfect harmony, their energies intertwining like lovers in an ancient dance. Each pulse sends ripples through your meridians, cleansing and strengthening them beyond what should be possible."
"Good." Li Hua responded weakly.
No longer wanting to distract his master, Little Firefly retreated to a quiet corner of her consciousness, maintaining a vigilant presence. From within their shared mental space, he sensed the waves of golden energy rippling through her meridians, each pulse bringing both agony and transformation. The spirit felt every moment of this excruciating process as it reshaped her very essence, and though it pained him to experience her suffering through their connection, he knew better than to intervene—His master had made her choice and he will support her unconditionally.