Rebirth: From Goddess To Black-Bellied Heiress

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Imperial City.

Inside a top-tier luxury estate where every inch of land costs a fortune.

"Old Madam, Old Madam!" A servant hurried into the Buddhist hall, disturbing the three women inside who were chanting sutras.

Upon hearing this, an elderly woman with grizzled hair stood up from her meditation cushion, her face filled with worry. "Has something happened to Shenshen?" she said, her voice already tinged with a sob.

The two middle-aged women behind her also rose, exchanging glances, each seeing the tension in the other's eyes.

Gasping for breath, the servant said, "The Seventh Young Master, the Seventh Young Master—he's fallen ill again!"

Fallen ill again!

Hearing this, the Old Madam Fu's vision darkened, and she collapsed backward.

"Mother." The two daughters quickly caught their frail mother.

"Mother, are you all right?" The eldest daughter immediately pinched Old Madam Fu's philtrum, while the second daughter quickly reached for the heart relief pills she carried with her.

After a series of emergency measures, Old Madam Fu was roused from unconsciousness.

"Take me to see Shenshen," demanded Old Madam Fu, forcing herself to stand up from the ground, gripping her cane, and taking one step at a time forward.

A mother's resolve is strong; she could not fall now.

Shortly afterward.

The group arrived at a room filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Inside, several doctors were standing.

Some were practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, some were Western doctors.

But as they faced the man lying on the bed, the doctors could only helplessly shake their heads.

The man on the bed was handsome, with delicate features as if carved by God Himself. His eyes were tightly shut, and his fair skin glistened with a sheen of sweat on his exquisite forehead, as if enduring some great pain.

"Shenshen…" Old Madam Fu came to the bedside, her voice close to choking.

The eldest daughter immediately stepped forward to support Old Madam Fu's shoulder, comforting her, "Mother, don't worry, with so many doctors here, the seventh brother won't be in any danger."

"Yes, Mother, seventh brother will definitely be fine," the second daughter also whispered comfortingly.

The man lying on the bed was Fu Lanshen, the Seventh Young Master of the Fu Family of Beijing.

Fu Lanshen was the late-in-life child of Old Madam Fu and Old Master Fu, and he had six older sisters.

As the only male heir of the Fu Family, he grew up with a silver spoon, adored by all. Fu Lanshen was also extraordinarily capable; at just 28, he had dominated the entire business realm of China, becoming a preeminent tycoon!

Regrettably, talented as he was, Fu Lanshen suffered from a strange illness since childhood, incurable by any medicine. Every month on the seventh, he would fall ill, enduring excruciating pain that made death seem preferable. Therefore, on the seventh of every month, many renowned doctors could be seen at the Fu residence.

However, starting this month, Fu Lanshen's illness had become increasingly frequent. In just a few days, he had suffered from episodes nine times, and it seemed that his days were numbered.

"Doctor Zhao, Doctor Li, please save our Shenshen!" Old Madam Fu turned her pleading eyes towards the doctors standing by.

With a sigh, a doctor shook his head slightly, "Old Madam, I'm sorry..." That one sentence seemed to sentence Fu Lanshen to death.

Hearing this, the last glimmer of hope in Old Madam Fu's eyes was extinguished.

She understood her son's condition better than anyone else; she just never wanted to accept it...

There's no greater pain in this world than for those with white hair to send off those with black hair.

At that moment, the bedroom door was pushed open. "Linlang."

The patriarch of the Fu Family walked in from outside, followed by a Taoist with an ethereal aura, dressed in long robes.

"You're back!" Old Madam Fu immediately stood up, her voice tinged with tears, "Our Shenshen, he..."

"It's all right, it's all right." The Fu Family patriarch supported Old Madam Fu's shoulders, reassuring her, "Shenshen is a blessed child, nothing will happen to him."

Continuing, he said, "This gentleman here is Taoist Yihè from Hua Mountain's Taiqing Temple."

"Greetings, Old Madam," said the Taoist, flicking his whisk and performing a Taoist salute.

Old Madam Fu immediately bowed in respect, "Great blessings, Taoist."

Though the doctors remained silent upon seeing Taoist Yihè, disbelief filled their eyes.

How could the Fu Family, a grand household, believe in such supernatural nonsense?

Could a charlatan Taoist succeed where all these renowned doctors had failed?

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It really is ridiculous…

If Taoist priests were of any use, what would we need doctors for?

The eldest daughter, Fu Lanjin, was adept with the water sleeves dance, and seeing the situation unfold, she immediately thought of an excuse to send these famous doctors away with her second sister, Fu Lanxin.

"Taoist Master, this is the young Fu Lanshen," the Fu family patriarch led the Taoist to the bedside.

Taoist Yihe was introduced by an acquaintance, so both the elder Mr. Fu and Madam Fu were inclined to trust him.

Since the famous doctors were unreliable, they had to put all their hopes in Taoist Yihe, who possessed the air of a celestial being.

Taoist Yihe glanced at Fu Lanshen lying on the bed, stroked his beard, and spoke slowly, "Young Master Fu's stubborn illness has come with him from his mother's womb. It is not incurable; it's just that the time has not yet come."

Upon hearing this,

Impatient, the elder Mr. Fu said, "If the Taoist Master can save my son's life, I, Fu, am willing to give it all and let the Taoist Master command me as he sees fit."

Taoist Yihe smiled faintly, "The old patriarch flatters me too much. The one who can save Young Master Fu is not me, but rather another person."

The elder Mr. Fu immediately asked, "Who is it?"

Taoist Yihe flicked his duster, "She is the noble person in Young Master Fu's life."

"Noble person?" the elder Mr. Fu's brows knitted slightly. "Taoist Master, please speak plainly, what is the noble person's surname and name? No matter the ends of the earth, I will have them come here."

The Taoist smiled mysteriously, "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed."

Before the old couple could say a word, the Taoist continued, "Old patriarch, old matron, if you trust me, let Young Master Fu follow me to Hua Mountain for a pilgrimage. Let him meditate and recuperate in Hua Mountain, and when the time is right, he'll naturally meet this noble person and be cured completely, free from further bouts of illness."

"Is what you say true, Taoist Master?" asked Madam Fu who had been silent until now, looking up at him with eyes brimming with hope.

Taoist Yihe had an unfathomable appearance, "Boundless is the Heavenly Venerate, I never speak deceitfully."

Hearing this, Madam Fu immediately said, "We believe you! We believe you!"

Taoist Yihe nodded and walked over to Fu Lanshen, lightly waving his duster. In less than a moment, the comatose Fu Lanshen opened his eyes, reached out to throw off the covers, and mechanically climbed out of bed, standing behind Taoist Yihe.

Seeing this scene, Madam Fu covered her mouth in surprise.

Fu Lanshen had been in a coma for several days, and now with just a wave of Taoist Yihe's duster, he had woken up. It seemed that Taoist Yihe really did possess some true skill.

The elder Mr. Fu was also shaken, but he quickly composed himself and bowed deeply, "We entrust everything to Taoist Yihe. After this is over, our Fu family will be eternally grateful."

Taoist Yihe caressed his white beard, "I am merely doing a good turn. The one you should thank is that noble person."

"Could the Taoist Master at least hint whether this noble person is male or female, young or old? It would help us to prepare," the elder Mr. Fu continued to inquire.

As long as the noble person could save Fu Lanshen, they would be the whole Fu family's saviour!

The old couple was now full of curiosity about this noble person.

Who exactly could be considered Fu Lanshen's noble person?

Taoist Yihe's face still bore the mysterious smile, repeating the same phrase, "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed."

The elder Mr. and Madam Fu: "…" Could you change your tune?

Taoist Yihe then said, "The night grows late; I will not stay further, farewell." With those words, Taoist Yihe turned and left, with Fu Lanshen following mechanically behind him.

Outside, the night was deep.

The elder Mr. and Madam Fu watched as Taoist Yihe and Fu Lanshen got into the car.

Soon, the black sedan disappeared among the roads ahead.

Madam Fu watched the direction in which the car vanished, letting out a soft sigh, "Do you think Shenshen will really meet that noble person at Hua Mountain?"

"Linlang, rest assured, Shenshen will surely meet that noble person," Mr. Fu firmly held Madam Fu's hand.

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Elsewhere.

Mu Qingli had no idea how long she had been floating in this void. When she came to, everything around her was shrouded in white.

Suddenly, an ethereal voice came from her mind.

[Hello, welcome to the Pearl House. I am the 8888th-generation Guardian Spirit, Little Baba. Congratulations on earning a chance for rebirth. Would you like to bind with the Pearl System?]

[You have three seconds to consider, 3, 2…]