Chapter 3: Chapter 3: A Soul from Huaxia
"Bang!"
Mu Ruyue slammed her head against the tree, blood splattering instantly. The crimson blood streamed down her forehead, yet there was a liberating smile on her lips.
At last, she no longer had to hear these heart-piercing words...
She slowly closed her eyes, a glowing tear still lingering at the corner.
"Let's go."
The middle-aged man's expression was emotionless as he glanced at the girl lying in the pool of blood. His cold demeanor made it seem as if she were merely a stranger to him.
Ye Tianfeng was also slightly stunned. To be this ruthless as a father, he was indeed heartless. But who could blame him? After all, Mu Ruyue was a First Rank trash.
With a genius like Ting'er, that woman was destined to not even qualify as a sidepiece...
Yet at that moment, the previously silent girl abruptly opened her eyes and then got up from the ground. In that instant, her eyes glinted coldly, staring icily at the people who were about to leave.
She remembered being ambushed by the Gai Family at Changbai Mountain, sacrificing herself to protect the Ancient Pill Book, and then... being swept away by a gust of wind.
Where was this place?
Suddenly, a memory that didn't belong to her forcefully crashed into her mind, causing a splitting headache. She tightly clutched her head, her blood-stained brows furrowed deeply.
Divine Martial Continent?
Wasn't she in Huaxia? What was this Divine Martial Continent?
However, from the memories, she could tell that this was a place that revered martial arts. Cultivation here, just like in Huaxia, involved absorbing energy into the Dantian with the aid of Elixirs and other techniques. The level divisions were the same as well.
The person she had possessed shared her name, but was someone with blocked meridians—a complete waste. Just moments ago, she couldn't bear the blow and died, heading to the Netherworld.
Back in Huaxia, Mu Ruyue was a Martial Artist. For Ancient Martial Artists, nothing in the world was impossible. So after a brief shock, she had to accept one fact.
She had crossed over!
And into the body of a waste.
"Sister, you... you're still alive?" Ting'er's delicate body trembled, her face showing a look of joy, "That's great, I thought you..."
Mu Ruyue's cold gaze fixed on the girl's delighted face. She moved her lips and said, "Do you have something to say? If not, get out of the way!"
"I..." Ting'er bit her thin lips, tears of grievance welling in her eyes, "I was just worried about you, sister. If I did something wrong, please don't be angry with me, okay?"
She looked so pitiful, like a pure white flower, evoking tender affection.
The middle-aged man's face darkened, "Mu Ruyue, is this how you treat your sister? Ting'er was so worried about you just now. You're not worth her feelings!"
"Sister?" Mu Ruyue laughed coldly, "I don't remember my mother giving birth to such a sister!"
Ting'er's face slightly changed. As an adopted daughter of the Mu Family and not a legitimate young lady, this had always been her life's greatest pain. If it weren't for her father's critical illness back then, and in an attempt to find her a protector, designing to save the Madam of Mu Family, her foster father, obsessed with maternal figures, wouldn't have adopted her.
From that moment, she swore to rise above others and make the Mu Family treat her as they would a legitimate daughter.
But this wretched Mu Ruyue would always use this matter to stab her in the heart!
What was so great about her? She was nothing beyond having the blood of the Mu Family!