Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 340: A Regressor

"Did it fail again?" Yu Xuan asked calmly, glancing toward the shattered remnants of space stones scattered across the ground.

Yu Bo nodded, his expression heavy.

"Yes. There’s some unknown force interfering with the formation. Every time I stabilize the final node, space collapses inward. I can’t anchor the return gate at all."

A few more cracked stones lay nearby, evidence of repeated attempts.

At this point, failure was no longer surprising.

Their main objective had always been simple: establishing a return gate.

After regrouping with Ming Tianmei, they had spent nearly an entire day attempting to establish the return gate.

Even when Yu Bo used his personal space stones, lower in grade than those provided by Bing Xin, but the result was the same.

Total rejection.

"So there’s really no other choice," Yu Xuan muttered, his gaze drifting toward the crimson horizon.

At least summoning still worked normally.

If things truly spiraled out of control, he could pull everyone out.

And who was everyone, only time would tell.

"Let me try once more," Yu Bo said quietly, stubbornness flickering in his eyes.

"Maybe... just maybe... I can force it."

"Just keep the few original space stones intact." Yu Xuan said.

Yu Bo unfolded the blueprint of the return formation again, hands trembling slightly – not from fear, but exhaustion.

His spirit had taken a toll.

Lin Fan, Mo Lin, Yu Hao, and Yu Xueqing immediately moved to assist, each taking their assigned positions around the array.

Yu Zhen remained seated some distance away, still recovering from his injuries, while Ming Tianmei stood apart – arms folded, expression unreadable.

The strangest part was the silence.

A full day had passed.

And not a single demon had approached them.

No scouts.

No ambush.

No pressure.

It was as if the entire realm was holding its breath.

Yu Xuan didn’t like it.

Especially after what Ming Tianmei had told him.

Her words lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.

After a brief pause, he spoke, not aloud, but directly through spirit sense.

"So," Yu Xuan said calmly, his mental voice sharp and focused, "you’re a regressor?"

Ming Tianmei’s eyelashes fluttered almost imperceptibly.

"As in, you returned to a previous point in time?" he continued.

The silence between them stretched.

And in that silence, Yu Xuan felt it clearly.

This gate was no longer just a mission.

It was a deviation.

***

Yu Xuan had been thinking about her.

About the things she had said.

And more importantly, about the things she hadn’t said.

Considering her actions, he couldn’t help but suspect that Ming Tianmei possessed some form of foresight.

Not vague intuition, not lucky guesses, but something far more concrete, something bordering on knowledge of outcomes.

At times, he even wondered if she was a regressor.

After all, in a world where Immortals existed, it would be almost suspicious not to have a few abnormalities running around.

A dozen transmigrators.

Half a dozen ancient reincarnated monsters.

Three system users.

And maybe one and a half regressors.

After all, a regressor was never truly complete.

But Ming Tianmei felt complete.

Yet paradoxically she knew too much.

She knew [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family] – a technique that, by all accounts, should have been exclusive to him.

She knew people’s habits, preferences, and reactions as if she had observed them over a long span of time.

She always appeared at the right place, at the right moment, as if reality itself adjusted to accommodate her presence.

And he guessed that she had clearly secured or outright monopolized, several opportunities and treasures that should have unraveled in the future.

Yet the future was not set in stone.

If a butterfly flapped its wings, the storm might change course.

If a butterfly pooped, then the past might change – well, the analogy was crude, but the principle stood.

In a world where Immortals walked the heavens, even time travel no longer sounded absurd.

So Yu Xuan decided to take her words seriously.

He didn’t press her further.

He didn’t interrogate her.

But when his gaze settled on Ming Tianmei, it carried a sharp intensity. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She was a walking information broker.

One who traded not in secrets of the present, but in fragments of the future.

Still, Yu Xuan didn’t believe she was a true regressor.

Because she lacked something fundamental.

Hunger.

According to him a real regressor – one who had lived, lost everything, and crawled back from despair, would be ravenous.

For power.

For control.

For certainty.

Ming Tianmei, however, moved with restraint.

With caution. And almost with... hesitation.

So he considered other possibilities.

Perhaps she had inherited the legacy of someone who dealt with time.

Perhaps she carried an artifact tied to destiny or fate.

Perhaps a fourth-dimensional existence had interfered, nudging her onto a path she herself didn’t fully understand.

Yu Xuan had read enough fiction back on Earth to entertain all of these scenarios without dismissing any outright.

There was also the unsettling possibility that she herself was a hidden powerhouse, one simply choosing not to reveal her hand.

But if that were the case, the Heaven Immortal Sect would not have been idle.

From what Yu Xuan thought, the old monsters of the sect would never allow an unstable variable to roam freely in their sect.

And she had also been accepted by someone in high rank as a Direct Disciple.

If Ming Tianmei truly posed a threat or carried something dangerous then would already be caught.

Because of that, Yu Xuan briefly entertained the idea of asking his Master to examine her.

Not her cultivation.

Her mind.

To see whether it had been tampered with.

To see whether something foreign had taken root.

The thought darkened his gaze for a moment.

But he let it go.

For now.

He exhaled slowly and finally summarized everything in a single, quiet thought one that carried both clarity and danger.

"So this is all because of a grand competition of supremacy between the Heavens and the Fallen Heavens..."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"And I’m being targeted... because of the Martial Ancestor’s legacy?"