The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 5 The Despair of the Useless Ling'er

"Although this object contains supreme wisdom, it is also the source of right and wrong. Only in this way can the Valley of Passion be protected." Qiu Tianya's voice contained an undeniable determination.

Qiu Tianya knew the dangers of the martial world and did not want to cause further trouble because of the "Mysterious Techniques of the Mysterious Sect". Therefore, he decided to go into seclusion to cultivate and avoid being pursued by greedy people and bringing unnecessary disaster upon himself.

"Ruoshui, you must remember that although Tao Ling'er is of average talent, her mother entrusted her with our care and upbringing. You must dedicate yourself to nurturing her, not only in terms of musical skills, but also in teaching her martial arts so that she can protect herself in this turbulent world."

The old man's words were full of expectation.

"As for this incantation, it cannot be passed on to anyone but the closest relatives. Once Tao Ling'er has a solid foundation and is capable of undertaking great responsibilities, you can guide her in the 'Tao Family Mystic Secret Techniques'."

Qiu Tianya's words seemed to foreshadow a long and profound destiny.

"Master, I saw you turn to ashes with my own eyes regarding the 'Tao Family Mystic Secrets,' how can you instruct her on it?" Qiu Ruoshui asked.

"I have compiled a quick-learning formula for the Tao Family Mystic Secrets. Only those with wisdom and destiny can successfully cultivate it. I have hidden the formula inside Tao Ling'er's jade flute. When it is ready, you can give it to her," Qiu Tianya said.

"Yes," Qiu Ruoshui agreed.

"There is one more thing you must remember: this secret is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me, and must not be known to a third party, lest it bring about your death," Qiu Ruoshui promised again.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. From now on, that little girl will be renamed Qiu Ziyue. Everyone in my Chiqing Valley has the surname Qiu, so the name Qiu Ziyue will protect her."

Qiu Ruoshui made another promise.

After speaking, Qiu Tianya left without a trace while Qiu Ziyue was asleep, and began his secluded cultivation, leaving behind only the tranquility of the room and the lingering sound of the zither.

Qiu Ruoshui gazed at her master's departing figure, feeling a deep sense of responsibility.

She turned to Tao Ling'er, her eyes filled with determination: "From now on, you will be a member of the Valley of Passion. I will do everything in my power to help you grow into a true master and live up to your master's expectations."

To test Tao Ling'er's sensitivity and talent in music, Qiu Ruoshui made Tao Ling'er practice the piano. Tao Ling'er would always cough incessantly halfway through her practice.

At that moment, she realized that Tao Ling'er always seemed to lack some comprehension, and that Tao Ling'er was not a disciple who could combine martial arts and zither playing. Even if she practiced diligently in the future, she might not be able to learn the "Mystic Arts".

According to rumors circulating in the martial arts world, mastering the "Mystic Arts" will grant one the power to rule the martial arts world.

In fact, most martial arts practitioners don't understand that the "Mysterious Arts" can only be learned when one's martial arts and musical skills have reached a level of unparalleled mastery.

Tao Ling'er, eager for revenge, was impatient and repeatedly begged Qiu Ruoshui to intensify her training.

Within the Valley of Passion, Tao Ling'er's arduous training journey slowly unfolds.

As the seasons cycled and day and night alternated, Tao Ling'er first arrived at Yingchun Pavilion, which was managed by Master Chun, a master of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Inside Yingchun Valley, peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the melody of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" played softly. Master Chun's requirements for Tao Ling'er were almost harsh, demanding that every note and every fingering be precise and flawless.

At the same time, he also had Tao Ling'er set up the chessboard to learn strategy and calm thinking, and draw magnificent landscapes on paper to cultivate delicate emotions and aesthetics.

As spring turned to summer, Tao Ling'er's zither playing became increasingly fluent, her chess skills improved, and her paintings also began to show progress.

In the sweltering summer heat, Tao Ling'er arrived at Xiafeng Pavilion again. The heat was unbearable, and Master Xia, the master of disguise, tested Qiu Ziyue's will and attention to detail in an extreme environment.

Disguise is not just about changing one's appearance, but also about disguising one's mind and emotions.

Tao Ling'er not only has to learn how to quickly change her appearance, but also needs to understand how to subtly manage her facial expressions to immerse herself in different roles.

Summer nights are long, and Master Xia would have Tao Ling'er tell different stories by the campfire to hone her acting skills and lying techniques until she could manipulate other people's emotions at will.

The autumn wind is bleak, and fallen leaves carpet the Autumn Dew Pavilion, a hall of mechanical combat techniques, managed by Master Qiu, the Iron Fist Master.

He taught Tao Ling'er the agility and strength in close combat, as well as the domineering power and precision of sweeping with a long spear.

Master Qiu designed a series of simulated combat scenarios, allowing Tao Ling'er to fight against mechanical beings. Each failure was a test of her physical strength and reflexes to the limit.

As autumn turned to winter, Tao Ling'er's skills improved day by day, and her mastery of weapons also gradually increased.

In the depths of winter, the Winter Frost Pavilion is draped in silver. Master Dong, a master of stage performance, is not only proficient in the singing art of female singers, but can also perform heavenly sounds with various musical instruments.

She had Tao Ling'er practice on the frozen stage, where controlling every breath in the freezing cold was crucial.

Two years have passed since winter turned to spring. Tao Ling'er, with her mediocre talent, is overwhelmed by the daily training and is undergoing both physical and mental trials.

She struggled to learn each skill, feeling like an ox working itself to the bone.

She was tormented, unable to grasp the mysteries of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, disguise, mechanical combat, and stage performance.

She was in agony; every time she fell asleep, she dreamed that her mother was calling her name. How she longed for her mother to hold her in her arms, stroke her hair, and tell her stories…

In the second year of Tao Ling'er's practice of various skills, the five-yearly Qin Jian Martial Arts Competition was held as scheduled.

Tao Ling'er also participated as Qiu Ziyue from the Valley of Passion, where she met Qi Yuxuan, whom she had been longing for day and night.

She wanted to reunite with Qi Yuxuan, but she was outmatched and was eliminated in the first round.

Tao Ling'er felt utterly humiliated, becoming a laughingstock among martial arts practitioners. She was deeply ashamed and didn't have the courage to tell Qi Yuxuan that she was Tao Ling'er.

She was disheartened. Every day she woke up to an empty dream. Even though her masters patiently taught her and treated her gently, she could never forget how the various sects laughed at her during the sword and zither competition.

As a result, Tao Ling'er developed a severe phobia. After practicing her martial arts, she would often come to the edge of the cliff at night, imagining that her mother was still alive and waiting for her at the bottom of the cliff.

Seeing that her mental state was not very good, Qiu Ruoshui and the other masters, Chunxia Qiudong, talked to Tao Ling'er to try to help her resolve her inner conflicts.

Qiu Ruoshui spoke first, her tone gentle: "Ling'er, we've noticed you haven't been doing well lately. Is there anything on your mind that you can tell us?"

Tao Ling'er pretended to be strong, raised her head, and said with a firm look in her eyes, "Master, I'm fine. It's just that a lot has happened recently, which has made me a little tired."

The masters exchanged glances, clearly not quite believing Tao Ling'er's words.

Master Chun advised her, "Ling'er, it's nothing to lose in the martial arts competition, so don't take it too seriously."

Tao Ling'er smiled slightly, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile: "Master, I'm really fine."

Master Xia sighed: "Ling'er, we understand how you feel. But bearing too much is bad for both your body and mind. Have you ever thought that expressing your suffering might make you feel a little better?"

Tao Ling'er lowered her head, remained silent for a while, and then slowly said that she was fine.

Master Qiu said softly, "Ling'er, it's good to be strong, but you also need to learn to let go. Sometimes, a person's strength is limited. Only by making appropriate adjustments can you go further."

Tao Ling'er nodded, but her expression remained firm: "Thank you for your concern, Masters. I will be careful. But right now, I just want to cultivate diligently and become stronger."

Master Dong looked at Tao Ling'er, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "Ling'er, people have different abilities, don't take it too seriously, just do your best."

Qiu Ruoshui gently patted Tao Ling'er's shoulder, her voice tender: "Ling'er, remember, you are not alone. We are all by your side, willing to help you through this difficult time."

Tao Ling'er nodded, her face still bearing a strong smile: "Thank you, masters. I will try my best."

After seeing her masters off, Tao Ling'er returned to her room alone. Her heart was filled with complex emotions. "Mother, where are you? I miss you so much..."

She murmured softly, tears silently streaming down her face.

Although Tao Ling'er always appeared strong in front of outsiders, deep down she still longed for her mother's embrace, for that warmth and sense of security, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

In the stillness of the night, a thin mist hangs over the valley, and the air after the rain is exceptionally fresh.

Tao Ling'er came to the edge of the cliff alone, gazing at the distant starry sky, her heart filled with longing for her mother.

Since they fled to the Valley of Passion, Tao Ling'er has been heartbroken by her mother's death.

Tao Ling'er stood on the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss below.

She recalled every little detail of the past; her mother's smile and gentle words seemed to be right before her eyes.

Her tears fell silently, only to be washed away by the rain.

"Mother, where are you?" Tao Ling'er called softly, her voice echoing through the valley, but she received no response.

The ground was slippery after the rain, and Tao Ling'er slipped and stepped on a loose stone.

She lost her balance and her body involuntarily lurched forward.

In that instant, many images flashed through her mind: her mother's figure on her sickbed, the scene of Uncle Liu sacrificing himself for them...

Tao Ling'er did not attempt to use her martial arts to fly up; her heart was filled with despair.

She thought that perhaps this would allow her to find her mother and reunite with her.

So she let herself fall to the bottom.

Has Tao Ling'er fallen to rock bottom? What happened next? To be continued in the next chapter!