My Instant Death Doomed Firefly to a Lifetime of Regret

Divination Commission

Qingque tiptoed through the door crack, peeking with one eye to confirm the room was empty before exhaling in relief. If the Master Diviner caught her sneaking off to play Diyu Qiongyu, her slacker paradise would surely end.

She crept inside, sword strapped to her back—only to freeze at a familiar voice.

"Qingque. Was teaching you swordsmanship meant for this?"

Fu Xuan stood arms crossed, trapping Qingque mid-sneak. The clerk's neck creaked as she turned, forcing a grin.

"Master Diviner! How do you walk without sound?!"

"Enough." Fu Xuan gestured to a seat, pouring two cups of tea.

Qingque accepted hers reverently, took a sip—and nearly spat it out. Her face contorted as she swallowed the bitter brew, tears pricking her eyes.

"I... I've learned my lesson!"

Fu Xuan drank hers impassively. "Was it truly that vile?" To her, no bitterness could rival the taste of loss.

"You've neglected training." She slid a letter across the table, her gaze sharp enough to carve jade. Decline, and the Qiongguan Matrix will personally smite you.

Sweating, Qingque took the missive. If only Fu Xuan knew the truth!

Since Anming's sacrifice, the Marshal had posthumously cleared his name as Yuque's Sword Sovereign. His sole legacy? A disciple forced into unwanted fame.

One morning, Qingque had opened her door to a crowd of challengers:

"Sparrow Sword Sovereign! Grant us a duel!"

"We await your guidance!"

She'd blinked, closed the door, then wept. Why me? I'm just a clerk who likes mahjong!

Now she lived as a boss encounter—playing tiles left-handed while fending off swordsmen right-handed. When her brows furrowed mid-game, challengers knew death approached. You've disturbed Qingque's mahjong session.jpg

Fu Xuan tolerated this, seeing Anming's influence. "Our disciples are forged through one-handed beatings," he'd once joked. Qingque was his heir, her laziness a mask for brilliance.

The Diviner sometimes wondered if this slacker might leapfrog straight to Arbiter-General.

"Yarilo-VI?" Qingque arched a brow. A diplomatic mission? At least it meant escaping Luofu's duelists! "What am I retrieving?"

"Someone."

"Easy enough~"

"Anming."

"Piece of ca—" Qingque choked. "Master Diviner... are you... hallucinating?"

"?!"

A flick to her forehead. "Go. Now."

Reading the letter, Qingque's smirk faded. Fu Xuan's divinations hinted at impossible truths. Resurrection always demanded a price.

"Understood, Master." She bowed, uncharacteristically solemn. "I'll bring Master Anming home."

Fu Xuan nearly smiled—until:

"Can't have you widowed forever~"

"?!!"

Qingque fled after drinking the entire bitter potion, Fu Xuan's parting words chasing her: "Medicinal tea calms the spirit. A rare treasure."

"Sparrows weren't meant for 'rare treasures'..." she whined, vanishing into the streets.

[Simulation Terminated]

[The winds of youth outvalue gold]

[Your life wasn't grand, yet every fragment shaped you]

[Beneath peach blossoms, you loved Fu Xuan completely—brief yet radiant]

One might buy osmanthus wine to relive youth,

But never retread that carefree path.

Rating: SS!

(In memory's glow, you grasp happiness—forever beyond reach)

[Love defied a god's gaze. You balanced mortality and Aeon, mastering Golden Blood at life's end]

[Severed fate. Redeemed your powerlessness. Became Yuque's nameless legend]

[A true hero fallen at dawn's threshold]

Rating: S!

(You rewrote Yuque's destiny, sacrificing yourself to detonate the living planets)

[Epiphany in final breaths: A sword-heart honed through trials, guarding Yuque alone]

Rating: A+

(A blade-spirit polished clear, reforged through erosion)