The world shifted again. Chi Chi’s soul, delicate yet resilient, drifted through the veil of existence until warmth enveloped her once more. A tender light broke through the darkness, and the first thing she felt was a heartbeat—not her own, but steady and strong, cradling her fragile spirit in its rhythm. She was being reborn.

The cries of a newborn filled the grand hall, echoing off the ancient stone walls etched with symbols of power and protection. The majestic Tengbang Sect was unlike any world Chi Chi had known before—a realm where cultivation arts governed life, and spiritual energy pulsed through the very air. The scent of sandalwood lingered in the room, mingling with the faint traces of medicinal herbs.

Her mother, Lady Meiyun, held her close, tears glistening in her eyes as she whispered softly, "My precious little one…" Her voice trembled with both exhaustion and overwhelming love. Her delicate features were marked with the grace of someone strong yet gentle, her dark hair cascading like silk around her shoulders. Beside her stood her husband, the formidable leader of the Tengbang Sect—Chi Wuying, a man whose wisdom and strength were revered across the cultivation world.

Chi Wuying’s eyes, often sharp and commanding, softened as he gazed at his newborn daughter. His strong hands, capable of wielding unimaginable power, trembled slightly as he reached out to touch her tiny cheek. His voice, usually firm and resolute, was now a whisper wrapped in tenderness. “She’s perfect,” he murmured, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Lady Meiyun smiled, her exhaustion melting away in the warmth of their family’s love. “What shall we name her?” she asked softly, brushing a lock of dark hair from her face.

Chi Wuying looked down at his daughter, her small hand instinctively curling around his finger. Despite the fragility of her form, there was an undeniable spark—a strength that belied her tender age. “Chi Chi,” he said after a moment, his voice filled with reverence. “Our light, our joy. A name simple, yet strong.”

Lady Meiyun’s smile deepened. “Chi Chi… Yes. It’s perfect.”

Their four elder children gathered around, their eyes wide with curiosity and adoration. The eldest, Chi Liang, stood tall with the stoic demeanor of a warrior, his presence nearly as commanding as their father’s. His sharp eyes softened as he gazed at his little sister, and he reached out with surprising gentleness to stroke her cheek.

“She’s so small,” he whispered, awe coloring his usually composed voice.

Next was Chi Lianhua, the second eldest and the most skilled doctor in the entire cultivation realm. Her keen, intelligent eyes softened with warmth as she carefully examined her new sister. “She’s healthy and strong,” Lianhua said with a gentle smile, her voice carrying the calm confidence of someone who had saved countless lives.

The third sibling, Chi Yuyan, the wealthiest and most powerful merchant in the cultivation world, leaned in with a grin. Her vibrant personality was as radiant as her success. “I’ll buy her the finest silks and the rarest treasures,” she declared proudly, already envisioning spoiling her sister beyond measure.

The youngest of the elder siblings, Chi Ren, a blacksmith prodigy whose creations were coveted across realms, knelt beside the crib. His hands, calloused from forging legendary weapons, trembled slightly as he gently held his sister’s tiny foot. “When she’s older, I’ll craft her the most powerful weapon,” he promised quietly, his voice filled with determination.

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The family surrounded Chi Chi, their hearts bound by an unspoken vow—to protect, cherish, and love her with every fiber of their beings. The days that followed were filled with laughter, warmth, joy and the playful fighting of her sibilngs to hold her. Chi Chi, even in her infant form, basked in the love that enveloped her, her soul healing from the scars of past lives.

But happiness, as Chi Chi had learned, was often fragile.

One fateful night, when her father and siblings were away attending an important summit of sect leaders, shadows crept into the heart of the Tengbang Sect. A group of masked intruders, their auras cloaked by forbidden artifacts designed to suppress spiritual detection, slipped past the formidable defenses. They had planned meticulously, knowing this was their only chance to strike.

Chi Chi’s mother, Lady Meiyun, sensed something was wrong. The air felt colder, heavier. She rushed to Chi Chi’s crib, her heart pounding. Just as she reached for her daughter, the door exploded inward, the intruders storming in like phantoms.

Lady Meiyun fought with the ferocity of a lioness, her cultivation power illuminating the room with brilliant light. But they had come prepared. The artifacts suppressed her strength just enough to give them the advantage. Despite her skill and determination, she was overwhelmed.

They snatched Chi Chi from her arms.

“No!” Lady Meiyun’s scream echoed through the halls as she collapsed, her body battered but her spirit unbroken. She crawled after them, her fingers bloody from gripping shattered stone and splinters.

Outside, the night was silent save for the distant cries of battle. The intruders fled into the darkness, their victory short-lived. Chi Wuying and his children returned sooner than expected, their instincts honed sharper than any blade. They arrived to find chaos—and an empty crib.

Wuying’s roar of fury shook the heavens.

Without hesitation, they pursued. The night became a blur of blood and vengeance. One by one, the kidnappers fell, crushed beneath the wrath of a family’s love. But amidst the chaos, the last surviving intruder panicked. Fearing death, he abandoned Chi Chi on the side of a desolate road, her small form wrapped in a thin blanket, unnoticed as he fled into the night.

Chi Chi was forgotten, abandoned by the roadside, wrapped only in a thin blanket.

Morning light crept over the horizon, and with it came a caravan of slave traders. They found Chi Chi, oblivious to her true identity, seeing only a lost, fragile infant. They took her, unaware of the storm they had unwittingly invited into their lives.

They had no idea who she was—just another abandoned child to be sold for profit. They took her without a second thought, never realizing the power that lay within the child they now claimed.

Chi Chi’s fragile heart ached with a familiar sense of loss.

As Chi Chi lay in the rough embrace of the slave traders’ cart, tears slipped down her cheeks, silent and uncomprehending. But then, a familiar voice echoed in her mind.

“Ah, Chi Chi, you’re really something,” chirped BunBun, materializing beside her spirit, invisible to the mortal eye. His soft, white fur shimmered faintly under the morning sun.

“BunBun?” her spirit whispered, her heart aching.

“Yes, it’s me,” he replied gently, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded soul. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you. Always.”

She sniffled, her tiny body trembling. “Why… why did this happen?”

BunBun’s eyes softened. “Your father is the strongest cultivator, the leader of the Tengbang Sect. Your siblings are the finest in their fields. But even the strongest hearts can be vulnerable when it comes to those they love. That’s how precious you are.”

Tears blurred her vision, but BunBun continued, his voice filled with quiet determination.

“You will grow, Chi Chi. You will find your strength. At sixteen, your powers will awaken, and the world will tremble before you. But until then, I will stay by your side.”

His little paw brushed against her cheek, a gesture so tender it broke her fragile heart.

“I’m not just your system, Chi Chi,” BunBun whispered softly. “I’m your friend.”

And for the first time since being torn from her family, Chi Chi felt a flicker of warmth amidst the cold.

She wasn’t alone.

She had BunBun.

And one day, she would return to the family that named her, loved her, and never stopped searching for her.

The journey had just begun.