Chapter 3: The Soul from China

Translator: Henyee Translations

Editor: Henyee Translations

“Bang!”

Mu Ruyue crashed headfirst into the tree, and blood instantly splattered on the spot. Bright red blood dripped down her forehead, but she wore a smile of relief on her lips.

Finally, there was no need to listen to their heart-stabbing contempt…

She slowly closed her eyes, a glistening teardrop still hanging in the corner of her eye.

“Let’s go.”

The middle-aged man looked indifferently at the young girl who had collapsed in a pool of blood; he looked at her coldly as if she was just a stranger to him.

Ye Tianfeng himself was faintly stunned. A father who could treat her like this was indeed ruthless. But then again, who made Mu Ruyue a first-order waste?

Compared to a genius like Ting’er, that woman was doomed to be a foil and unworthy of being his wife…

In the meantime, the originally silent girl opened her eyes and crawled up from the ground. Right at that moment, a cold glint appeared in her eyes as she looked at the group of people in front of her who were planning to leave.

She remembered being ambushed by an ancient family on Changbai Mountain, and in order to safeguard an ancient Alchemical Book, she took her enemies down with her. And then, a gust of wind seemed to have swept her away.

Where was this place?

Without warning, memories that didn’t belong to her crashed into her brain until her head was torn up in pain. She held her head tightly, her bloody, long, and shapely brows knitted in distress.

Shenwu Continent?

Wasn’t she in China? Where was this Shenwu Continent?

However, from those memories, she learned that martial arts were revered in this place. Cultivation here was surprisingly the same as in China. The same was true for the use of the dantian to circulate qi, along with medicinal aids and so on. Even the rankings were the same.

The person she was attached to had the same name as her—she was also a waste with blocked meridians. She suffered an unbearable blow just now and died.

Back in China, Mu Ruyue was a famous warrior, after all, and nothing in the world was impossible for an ancient martial artist. So, she came to terms with this fact after a brief shock.

She had crossed over!

And taken over the body of a waste.

“Sister, you… are you still alive?” Mu Ting’er’s delicate body shuddered and a shine of delight brightened her lovable face. “Great. I thought you…”

Icy cold eyes were cast on Mu Ting’er’s cheerful face, and Mu Ruyue’s lips moved as she spoke, ”What’s up? If you have nothing important to say, get out of the way!”

“I…” Mu Ting’er pursed her thin lips slightly, tears of resignation whirling in her eyes. “I was just worried about you, Sister. If I’ve done anything wrong, don’t be angry with me, Sister. Okay?”

She had a pitiful look about her like a holy little white flower, a delight to behold.

The middle-aged man’s face sank. ”Mu Ruyue, is this how you treat your younger sister? Ting’er’s worries about you were all in vain. You’re absolutely unworthy of her showing you such affection!”

“Younger sister?” Mu Ruyue laughed mirthlessly. “I don’t remember my mother ever giving birth to a sister like her!”

Mu Ting’er’s complexion changed slightly. She was but an adopted daughter of the Mu Family, not a real lady. This was the most painful truth in her life. If not for the fact that her birth father was terminally ill and plotted to save the old lady of the Mu family in order to help her find an umbrella, her foster father, who had a motherly complex, never would’ve adopted an orphan like her.

From that point on, she vowed to conduct herself with dignity, and even more so, to make the Mu family treat her like a genuine lady.

But Mu Ruyue was such a b*tch—Mu Ruyue would stab her with this fact every time!

What was so great about her? She had nothing apart from the blood of the Mu family flowing in her veins!