After Transmigrating, I Died of Depression Without My Phone - Chapter 53.1

Long Xiang had never felt so motivated.

After experiencing death and then getting a second chance, coupled with the hope of returning home through her own efforts—not through some vague task rewards or morally questionable missions—she couldn’t be happier.

All she had to do was cultivate. The world hadn’t collapsed, and she was confident she could make it.

Beiting Xue had once told her that her spiritual roots were special. Maybe in the future, she could break through any array or barrier. And weren’t the boundaries between worlds just another kind of barrier?

As long as she grew strong enough, breaking through them was only a matter of time.

If she could ace the college entrance exam, a little cultivation was no big deal.

The spiritual energy here was abundant. Now that Long Xiang had time to think, she could almost guess where she was.

Either the demon realm or the Monster Realm.

A bit of a headache, though—why had her phone dropped her into a place like this? A lone human cultivator in a realm like this? Wasn’t that just asking for trouble?

Oh, right.

Long Xiang found a mirror in the room and examined herself carefully. She still looked the same, but her hair was shorter now, and the color remained the same light pinkish-brown from before her sudden death. Even her manicure was intact. Her appearance was more similar to her pre-transmigration self, though it wasn’t too different from when 4897 had first sent her here.

It was still her face and body, after all.

But what if someone recognized her? Before her death, she had trespassed in the Demon Realm.

Back then, the monsters had chased her, but Beiting Xue had shown up. Given his speed, they should’ve gotten away quickly, and the monster army probably hadn’t gotten a good look at her.

Though Beiting Xue had declared to the world that she was his future bride, few had actually seen her face. Most of them were in Lihuo Immortal Sect and the Northern Court. So now that she was in the Demon Realm, the risk of being recognized wasn’t too high.

Still, she had no idea what the world outside was like now. What had happened to the plot? Had the world reset itself, or had something else taken place?

Busy with all these thoughts and still buzzing with excitement from reconnecting with her family, drinking milk tea, and holding her phone, Long Xiang felt like she could handle anything—even if someone from the Demon Realm recognized her.

But there was one thing she couldn’t stop thinking about.

Beiting Xue.

She tried her best not to dwell on him, but no matter what she focused on, she couldn’t avoid thinking about him.

So, what had happened to him?

Was he still alive?

Did he… still remember her?

Suddenly, her milk tea didn’t taste so good anymore.

Long Xiang had thought she didn’t care much about Beiting Xue. She missed her home, the modern world, and everything about it. She had believed that any random thing from her past life was more valuable than Beiting Xue.

But in her final moments, staring into his eyes and seeing her reflection in them, Long Xiang remembered the look on her face then.

He wasn’t as unimportant to her as she had believed.

A loud knock at the door startled Long Xiang, instantly breaking the somber mood.

She jumped up, exasperated, and yanked open the door, shouting, “What are you doing?! Don’t you know you could scare someone to death?!”

Standing outside was a burly man, dressed barely enough to cover himself, wearing a leather skirt and bare-chested, looking down at her from his towering height.

“…”

Long Xiang’s sense of logic, which had momentarily abandoned her, returned at once as she took in the terrifying difference in their sizes. She couldn’t help but swallow nervously.

“Still asleep?!” The burly man bellowed, his voice booming with the same intensity as his knock, commanding everyone’s attention. “Do you know what time it is? The Young Master is summoning us! This is the only chance we’ll ever have to see him in this lifetime. Whether you succeed or end up spending the rest of your life doing menial tasks in Hundred Calls Abyss depends on today. Get moving!”

He took the lead, and Long Xiang saw a group of small demons trailing behind him. Some had distinctly demonic appearances, while others looked nearly human, much like her.

Long Xiang recognized the name Hundred Calls Abyss. In the original novel, it was the place where the lowly demons of the Monster Queen’s palace lived, tasked with handling mundane chores and serving the three masters: the Monster Queen, the Demon Lord, and the Young Master. Every so often, new recruits would be cycled in.

In the story, after the female lead Yue Fuling’s face was disfigured, she was thrown into the demon realm and forced to live in Hundred Calls Abyss, where she endured endless bullying from the demons.

That burly man? He was likely a bear demon, much like the one in the book who constantly bullied Yue Fuling, ordering her around.

Just as she recalled this, Long Xiang heard a strange sound. She turned her head and saw a demon with a hairy face drooling as he looked at her.

“…You smell so good,” the demon muttered, his eyes gleaming with hunger. “You smell just like a human. So delicious.”

This was bad.

Long Xiang’s heart raced. She couldn’t afford to have her true identity exposed.

Taking a few steps back, she forced a smile. “Come on now, eating a coworker doesn’t seem very polite, does it?”

The hairy demon tilted his head, but before he could respond, another small demon bumped into him from behind. Realizing that the Young Master’s summons were more important, he reluctantly let Long Xiang go and continued walking forward.

With everyone heading to the Young Master, not joining them would make Long Xiang stand out. Reluctantly, she blended into the crowd of demons heading to the audience chamber.

Oddly enough, her dyed shoulder-length hair and trendy manicure didn’t look out of place among the group of demons. She fit right in.

But appearances weren’t the problem. Her techniques, her spiritual roots, and her human identity could be exposed at any moment.

What should she do? This was way too difficult. And this phone—it was like it was broken. Couldn’t it just transport her straight to the human world?

Her pocket buzzed, and Long Xiang discreetly glanced at her phone. Of course—it was out of battery.

Can’t even curse at it; the moment you do, the battery dies!

She patted her pocket, deciding to stop complaining, and dragged her feet as slowly as possible.

After passing through several long corridors, they finally reached their destination.

To her dismay, there hadn’t been a single place along the way where she could slip away unnoticed. The palace was heavily guarded, far more so than the book had described.

Could it be that the timeline was still following the events after her death? Perhaps the increased security was due to the human intrusion into the demon tomb.

The possibility made Long Xiang uneasy. While lost in thought, she was shoved forward by an inattentive demon and ended up stumbling into the Young Master’s audience chamber.

The demon realm’s Young Master, Bai Fusheng, son of the Monster Queen Bai Qingyin, was one of the side characters in the original novel.

But he wasn’t one of those side characters who liked the female lead. In fact, he was an antagonist who constantly opposed the male lead, always trying to compete with him. He even nearly killed Beiting Xue, the crown prince of the Northern Court.

Since she was already here, Long Xiang figured she might as well go with the flow. Oddly, she felt confident in the phone in her pocket. As long as she was here, she believed she wouldn’t be exposed so easily. After all, the phone wouldn’t revive her just to send her straight to her death, right?

…Right?

Patting her pocket uncertainly, she noted that it wasn’t buzzing. That had to be a good sign.

No battery loss was a good thing.

Long Xiang quietly moved to the back of the group, hiding behind some of the larger demons. She peered cautiously toward the front, taking in the scene.

Bai Fusheng had almost killed Beiting Xue.

Although Beiting Xue was constantly frail, looking as though he might die at any moment, that particular encounter had left him with a truly fatal wound, not just his usual weakness.

Bai Fusheng was a striking figure—a sharp contrast to Beiting Xue. He wore bold red robes, his long hair tied up in a high ponytail. His features were striking, almost aggressive, and he sat casually on a fur-covered stone, gripping a long spear. His expression radiated anger as he looked at the gathered demons.

Yes, he was furious.

Bai Fusheng was livid—angry that his mother had forbidden him from attacking Leiyin Mountain, angry that after the demon realm had triumphed over the gods for centuries, they were now being humiliated. The human cultivators had trespassed into the demon tomb multiple times, yet none of them had been punished.

If word of this got out, wouldn’t the idiots in the demon realm laugh at them?

Even though some time had passed since the incident, Bai Fusheng still couldn’t let it go. The humiliation gnawed at him.

To make matters worse, his mother had taken away his military command and confiscated his seal of authority, preventing him from acting on his own. It was an unbearable insult!