Healing Game: Confirmed Correct, Curse Immunity

My name is Yu Youxin.

I am very pretty, but that is not important. What matters is that I have always been a prodigy in cultivation.

Especially in the way of the sword!

This needs to be highlighted.

Thanks to a common, health-boosting sword manual called the *Chang'e Long-Tasseled Sword*, I figured it out entirely on my own, transforming it from a martial arts style into a sword technique found only among immortals! With a single sword strike, I broke through the boundary between the mortal and the immortal, becoming a rare sword cultivator in this world.

However, why has a genius like me never been able to attract the attention I deserve?

"So this is why you flew on your spiritual sword and ran consecutive red lights?"

"And another thing, self-criticism reports cannot be written like this!"

Wearing a pair of reading glasses, the white-haired official in charge of the Cultivation Administration looked helplessly at the mischievous young girl in front of him, feeling deeply troubled.

If any ordinary immortal cultivator dared to pull such a stunt, punishing them would be no big deal. Those cultivators generally lacked combat capability, were content with peace, and were very well-behaved.

But sword cultivators are a different story!

Since ancient times, sword cultivators have been the most thorn-like thorns among all immortal cultivators—truly the king of thorns, the uncrowned monarchs of the rebellious.

At the slightest disagreement, they draw their swords against each other.

Worse still, a single sword stroke can decide life and death!

Which of those timid, obedient immortal cultivators would ever dare to provoke a sword cultivator?

At least he, as the head of the Cultivation Administration, certainly did not dare.

Furthermore, according to the intelligence report that had just come in, this little girl named Yu Youxin was not lying at all. Her talent in sword cultivation could simply be described as terrifying.

A single sword strike breaking all laws—such a feat hadn't been seen in ages and was practically thought to be a fairy tale, yet this young girl had actually pulled it off!

And she didn't even have a master!

That was what made it truly terrifying. What if this matter wasn't handled properly and she harbored a secret resentment? When her cultivation grew stronger in the future, she might use the excuse of settling yesterday's inner demons today, track him down, and split him in two with a single sword strike. What would he do then?

The head of the Cultivation Administration panicked slightly.

"Why can't I write it like this? Is there some rule against it?" Yu Youxin asked with a fierce little look on her face. As long as her mother wasn't around, she would dare to talk back even if the Supreme Sovereign himself descended.

At worst, she would just get a beating afterward.

After all, she was only thirteen years old!

That was the reason for her willful and utterly arrogant behavior. Well, give her a few more years and she wouldn't dare anymore.

The head of the Cultivation Administration fell into a dilemma once more because, truth be told, there really was no such rule. However, since his superiors liked things written that way, everyone below followed suit.

Yet those words could never be spoken aloud!

They could only be known to heaven and earth, to you and to me, understood silently in everyone's hearts.

"Forget it, forget it. Let this be the last time." The head of the Cultivation Administration decided to let things slide—no, rather, to turn a blind eye. Since everyone was just muddling through their duties anyway, it wouldn't hurt for him to play the fool just once.

Well, this really wasn't him being cowardly!

This was called blending with the dust of the world and keeping up with the trends!

"I'm heading back then!" With that, Yu Youxin directly summoned her sword glow and instantly blasted out of the office building of the Cultivation Administration. Her imposing momentum pierced the rainbow, sword energy erupted, and in a split second, the entire sky was filled with the rhythmic essence of the sword.

This prompted the official in charge of the Cultivation Administration to silently give a thumbs-up to his own wise decision.

He truly hadn't expected that this little girl's cultivation level was actually no lower than his own.

As everyone knew, sword cultivators were exceptionally skilled at group fights—the kind of group fights where one person takes on a crowd. Their combat power crushed others at the same realm, making them artillery-grade immortal cultivators.

If he had angered this little girl today, there really was a chance she would have split him in two with a sword.

True, the little girl probably hadn't wanted to kill him; she might have just swung her sword to vent her anger! But the problem was, judging by this overwhelming sword energy, he genuinely wouldn't have been able to block even a single strike!

***

Back at the Cultivation Administration, some patrolling guards had seen Yu Youxin run out while riding her sword. They had initially intended to step forward and stop her, but the moment they laid eyes on that sky-full of sword energy, they simultaneously retreated to their original positions and tacitly pretended not to see anything.

This city was vast, and because of that, it was crowded.

Although they didn't recognize Yu Youxin, the sight of that overwhelming sword energy told them she was most likely some lawless outlaw.

And with such a massive amount of sword energy, her identity was far too easy to guess!

A sword cultivator!

She was a hundred percent a sword cultivator; if not, they would eat their hats upside down.

Down on the streets, traffic lights lit up in sequence, and the vehicles below had already stopped, patiently waiting for the red light. The immortal cultivators traveling by sword had also stopped one by one, waiting for the red light as well. Even though there were no designated traffic lanes in the airspace above, nor any risk of unavoidable collisions, these immortal cultivators had simply grown used to it.

In the absence of any explicit regulations, they merely followed a habit.

Over time, when the higher-ups noticed this phenomenon, they thought it was quite neat and instructed the Cultivation Administration to treat it as an unwritten custom. They assigned traffic guardians to make immortal cultivators adhere to mortal traffic rules as well. Coincidentally, this also helped solve the employment problem for the growing number of ordinary descendants from various clans, providing them with a reasonable path for promotion.

This was precisely why, upon running a red light, immortal cultivators were merely sent to the Cultivation Administration for some education and a routine, compliant self-criticism report before being allowed to leave.

The punishment was virtually nonexistent because there were technically no flight restriction laws specifically targeting immortal cultivators in the first place.

Those immortal cultivators who were willing to cooperate either knew the truth of the matter but adopted the principle that avoiding trouble was better than courting it—as long as it didn't disrupt their peaceful lives—or they were completely oblivious, blindly following suit because everyone else was doing it.

Suddenly, a rainbow of sword energy pierced directly across the sky of the street, zooming right past a group of flying immortal cultivators, before vanishing in a flash of intersecting sword gleams.

The crowd of sword-riding cultivators couldn't help but freeze in astonishment.

"Was that a sword cultivator just now?" one immortal cultivator remarked. Although they were also flying on swords, there was a fundamental difference between them and true sword cultivators. They had simply purchased specialized flying swords to assist with flight because their own cultivation levels were insufficient to sustain flight independently.

Sword cultivators were entirely different. A sword cultivator's flight was driven by their own formidable cultivation base. While most sword-type magical treasures possessed intrinsic flying attributes, true sword cultivators had no need for them.

This was why a sword cultivator's flight could be directly utilized as a lethal combat technique.

If a multitude of accumulated sword energies crashed into something, even defensive magical treasures would dim in radiance and require a long period of repair before they could be used again.

That rainbow of sword energy naturally belonged to Yu Youxin.

The traffic guardian on the side witnessed the scene, immediately wore an I-knew-it expression, and hurriedly gave chase while shouting instructions at the top of his lungs.

Even when the rainbow of sword energy was about to fade from view, the traffic guardian kept shouting.

After yelling for a while and figuring enough time had passed, the traffic guardian stopped bothering. He would just head back and file a report with the Cultivation Administration, and the matter would have nothing more to do with him.

"Mom, I'm home!" As soon as she stepped through the door, Yu Youxin called out happily.

"How did you get back so quickly?"

Mrs. Yu walked out, eyeing her skipping daughter with undisguised suspicion. "Did you run red lights all the way back again?"

"How could that be?" Yu Youxin naturally refused to admit it, and in truth, she genuinely believed she hadn't done anything wrong—after all, she had flown right *over* the red lights.

Therefore, she could never understand why she was supposed to obediently stay down there and wait for a red light.

She wasn't driving a car!

If she were driving a car, she would wait. But she was flying on her spiritual sword, and moreover, she was a sword cultivator whose sword energy followed her heart—so why should she wait? Wouldn't that make her look utterly foolish and boring?

Inside Yu Youxin's small head lay a vast sea of confusion.

"Alright then!"

Mrs. Yu could only force herself to believe it. The reason she called it forced was because Yu Youxin was a habitual offender. She never had to worry about her daughter getting into street fights or stirring up trouble at school because the little girl simply didn't bother with such petty things. What she did instead was cause trouble that left sects and official institutions chasing after her in exhaustion.

If this little girl hadn't been so young and wasn't possessing someone else's body through reincarnation, many people would probably have suspected her of being some great demon king reincarnated.

Yet the current situation wasn't much better; the moniker of the "Little Fierce Bandit of the Yu Family" was known even within her own sect!

This frequently made Mrs. Yu's eyelids twitch, tempting her to dish out some physical discipline.

However, reminding herself that this was her own flesh and blood—and her only child at that—she managed to abandon that alluring thought. Of course, the most fundamental reason was that, coming from a major sect herself, she placed immense value on an immortal cultivator's personal cultivation, and Yu Youxin's cultivation talent and progress happened to satisfy her to the utmost degree!

The only minor flaw was that this little girl insisted on being a sword cultivator.

***

"Mom, why aren't sword cultivators looked upon very favorably these days?" Yu Youxin suddenly asked with a puzzled little face. She had actually wanted to know the answer to this question for a long time, though she hadn't paid it much mind in the past; but today's events had made her truly care.

Clearly, sword cultivators were extremely powerful. So why was it that in school, the ones publicly praised and hailed as geniuses were always the son of some high-ranking official or the daughter of some sect master?

Or alternatively, those people who, in her eyes, were as dull as blocks of wood and only knew how to blindly obey teachers?

It wasn't that she thought listening to teachers was wrong, but those people were far too rigid, completely incapable of adapting, following books blindly down to the letter. Whatever the book said, they believed it was right! Whatever authoritative figure spoke, they unconditionally accepted it as good without a second thought.

Previously, she hadn't found any issue with this until one time when she was doing her homework and couldn't think of a suitable famous quote to pad her essay. So, she simply made one up on the spot and attributed it to a strange-sounding yet seemingly plausible name she invented.

As a result, the teacher praised her writing and commended the quote from this "celebrity."

And her classmates?

Naturally, they echoed the praise! Not a single one of them suspected she had fabricated it on the spot. They all claimed they knew of such a person, and some even began making up anecdotes related to this fictional individual.

Ever since that day, Yu Youxin had started viewing everything and everyone in the world with skepticism.

"That question..." Hearing this, Mrs. Yu was momentarily stunned. She didn't answer rashly because she knew just how terrifying her daughter's talent for the sword truly was. Among all the countless sword cultivators throughout the history of the Spirit Realm, her daughter's talent for the sword could easily rank in the top one hundred!

One had to remember that the Spirit Realm had existed for an uncounted number of years, and countless immortal cultivators had successfully ascended from it!

"Sword cultivators were actually very powerful once upon a time. In the old days, everyone's greatest aspiration was to become a sword cultivator. Because their combat prowess was extraordinary, even those sword cultivators who became obsessed with the sword to the point of deviation—living by the sword and dying with it, valuing their swords more than their own lives—possessed immensely terrifying combat power."

"But that was in the past!"

Mrs. Yu sighed. "Now the world is at peace. Ghosts and spirits, which used to be a major threat, have all grown quiet. The Underworld and the Demon Realm no longer send non-human freaks to stir up trouble in the Spirit Realm either. Consequently, everyone wants to live a peaceful life. People like sword cultivators not only have the wrong aesthetic style, but they also fail to align with everyone's current pursuits."

"In this day and age, whether an immortal cultivator is strong or not is no longer determined by their cultivation level. Instead, it depends on whose son or daughter you are, and which tier your family belongs to. If you lack all of that, then it comes down to whether you are good-looking. If you are attractive enough, you only need to attach yourself to one of the aforementioned powerhouses to attain a comparable social status."

Once Mrs. Yu finished speaking, she noticed that her daughter had unexpectedly worn a thoughtful expression, which stirred a pang of worry in her heart. She was afraid her daughter might be so discouraged by this reality that she would spiral into depression, so she quickly added, "Actually, a long time ago, I received a gift meant for you. But back then, I wasn't even married yet, and it was explicitly addressed to you. I found it very strange, so even after you were born, I never brought it out. But I suppose I can give it to you now!"

"What kind of thing is it, Mom?" Yu Youxin's interest was instantly piqued, and she eagerly pressed for answers.

"It's a very retro gaming box."

"A gaming box?"

"What kind of game is it? They say it's a healing game. I tried playing it once before; it's that old-fashioned style of game from ages ago," Mrs. Yu said. If she hadn't personally experienced it, she wouldn't have bothered taking it out.

"A healing game? Is it fun?"

"Fun. Who knows, you might even be able to practice sword techniques inside it! And since it was specifically left for you, maybe some immortal left it behind?" Mrs. Yu smiled, offering her daughter a bit of anticipation.

With any luck, once her daughter fell in love with playing games, she might finally stop obsessing over sword cultivation!

Sword cultivators truly had no place in this era.

"Give it to me quickly!" Yu Youxin immediately expressed her eagerness.

With that, Mrs. Yu brought it out.

It was an exquisitely wrapped box. When Yu Youxin opened it, she found a pair of gold-rimmed glasses inside. Curiously, she took them out and put them on.

Instantly, her field of vision shifted.

"Have fun playing." Having played it once herself, Mrs. Yu walked away feeling reassured.

However, she never expected that after she left, a series of blood-red tentacles would suddenly emerge from the glasses worn by Yu Youxin, instantly piercing deep into the flesh around her eye sockets.

Then, a line of scarlet characters materialized across the lenses: *Confirmation successful. Curse immunity granted.*

Naturally, Yu Youxin, experiencing the shifting landscape of her vision, remained completely oblivious to all of this. She didn't even realize that she was no longer in her own home.