Chapter 2

Bright moon hangs in the sky, all sounds are silent.

Jiu Fu Lin, Soul‑Severing Abyss

Ye Huanhuan, her face twisted with malice, raised the dagger in her hand and, without mercy, slashed it across the face of the girl who had collapsed sitting before her.

"Ah!"

Ye Qingran let out a loud wail.

Her peerless beauty, in an instant, blood spattered everywhere, turning into a terrifying Rakshasa face.

Lin Xueyan stood behind Ye Huanhuan, the corner of her mouth uncontrollably turning up.

Ye Qingran's appearance was ruined; from now on, she is the Xiliang Cheng First Beauty!

"That wretch's belly is already seven or eight months along, right? Why don't we cut her open and see—what sex is the Wild Offspring she's carrying?"

Lin Xueyan violently tore off the girl's ragged clothes; the girl, covered in wounds, shivered in the cold wind, emitting a feeble sound.

"Don't… don't hurt… my child…"

Saying that, she fainted.

Ye Huanhuan gave a cruel smile, "A beggar's child, a lowly Wild Offspring—does it even deserve to live in this world?"

Lin Xueyan also smiled contemptuously, "Someone as petty as you—your offspring is the most lowly existence in this world."

Ye Huanhuan raised her hand and the knife fell; blood sprayed three zhang, and the girl's belly was slit open.

Ye Huanhuan threw away the dagger and eagerly reached into the belly to pull out.

A wrinkled baby was pulled out, still attached by the umbilical cord, letting out painful cries that sounded especially sharp in the night.

"So noisy!" Ye Huanhuan furrowed her brow and slapped the newborn's face, "It's a boy!"

Lin Xueyan pursed her lips.

After learning the sex, she found it boring.

"Huh, there seems to be another one inside!" Lin Xueyan keenly noticed something wriggling in the opened belly.

Ye Huanhuan reached in again and pulled out another wrinkled baby boy.

"That wretch's luck isn't bad—she actually has twins." Ye Huanhuan tugged at the corner of her mouth, sneering cruelly, "Too bad they won't survive tonight!"

"Boring! Throw them to the jackals as food! Don't forget our purpose for this trip."

"A Spiritual Root growing in such a fool—what a waste!" Ye Huanhuan sneered, looking at Lin Xueyan, "But we agreed I'd try to fuse it first; if that fails, you can try."

Lin Xueyan nodded. She believed Ye Huanhuan's physique could hardly withstand the Spiritual Root's power; in the end, the Spiritual Root would be hers!

Ye Huanhuan dug out the Spiritual Root from Ye Qingran's dantian and, at the side, attempted to fuse it.

Lin Xueyan's gaze unintentionally fell on the two infants wailing intensely as they lay in the hay pile.

Between the brows of one infant, a streak of flowing light flashed and vanished!

Lin Xueyan doubted she had seen wrong.

But the next instant, the other infant's brow flickered with the same pattern of flowing light.

Could it be…

A terrifying guess surfaced in Lin Xueyan's mind.

"How could it be…"

Lin Xueyan exclaimed in shock, her breath quickening involuntarily; she glanced at Ye Huanhuan earnestly fusing the Spiritual Root nearby, her thoughts racing, and finally she made a decision.

"Hahaha, the Spiritual Root is mine!" After half an hour, Ye Huanhuan opened her eyes and shouted excitedly.

She already had decent talent; now, having fused the Spiritual Root, her cultivation path will surely rise smoothly, earning admiration.

"Congratulations, Sister Huanhuan!" Lin Xueyan said with a smile.

Ye Huanhuan slightly furrowed her brows, "You're not angry?"

"To gain it is my fortune; to lose it is my fate—I can't help being angry anyway." Lin Xueyan shook her head, sighing. Inside, however, she felt disdain.

She would soon become the most noble woman on the Xuanmiao Continent!

Ye Huanhuan didn't think further, "If that's the case, let's quickly deal with Ye Qingran!"

"Ye Qingran, Ye Qingran, I never thought you'd have this day!" Ye Huanhuan kicked the unconscious girl on the ground, feeling only satisfaction.

Lin Xueyan's lips curled slightly as she thought, "Ye Qingran, at least you did one good thing before you died!"

They kicked Ye Qingran off the cliff; she vanished into the night, and only then did the two turn and leave.

From now on, there will be no Ye Qingran in the world!

After Lin Xueyan and Ye Huanhuan parted, they both turned back to Jiu Fu Lin.

In the biting cold wind, the two baby boys were nearly frozen stiff, lacking the strength to cry, on the verge of death.

"With you, I, Lin Xueyan, have nothing to fear from soaring high and rising smoothly! One day I will make this world bow before me!"

Madness flickered in Lin Xueyan's eyes; her exquisitely made-up face smiled ferociously.

She was about to leave when eerie winds rose all around, carrying a bone‑deep chill; suddenly a black shadow flashed, her left hand hurt, and when she looked again, blood flowed freely and the baby boy in her hand was gone.

She was shocked and terrified, looking left and right, yet saw no one.

"Who is it?!" she cried out, her heart leaping to her throat.

After a long silence with no reply, she took a deep breath, her eyes vigilant on the surroundings, pondered a moment, then clutched the remaining baby boy and sprinted wildly out of Jiu Fu Lin…

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Beneath the Abyss, Ye Qingran endured the pain and crawled onto a large rock by the shore.

She was the foremost cultivator of Huaxia in the 31st century's Spirit‑Restoration Era, sucked into a spatial flow by an ancient jade, and lost consciousness…

A stream of unfamiliar memories drilled into her mind.

My head swelled without limit, as if it would explode the next second.

Xiliang City, Ye Family, Lin Xueyan, Ye Huanhuan, child…

It turns out she has transmigrated; the owner of this body is also named Ye Qingran!

Those tragic memories flashed through her mind, especially the image of the child being dug out… A long-suppressed depression in her heart erupted into fury!

"Ah!"

Ye Qingran let out a long whistle to the sky.

"Lin Xueyan, Ye Huanhuan, I will make you pay your blood debt!"

Five years later

Xiliang City, Guoshi Fu

Ye Qingran wore a black headscarf, only revealing a pair of spirited large eyes that flashed with mischief.

"The Guoshi Fu is more heavily guarded than I imagined!" she thought, her face showing no fear.

Breaking through layer after layer of defenses and numerous formations, Ye Qingran saw in the bamboo grove the flower blooming at a spring eye.

Five-colored rosy light surrounded it; its shape like a lotus, hollow inside and straight outside, without vines or branches, noble and icy-beautiful like an empress.

Five-colored Emperor Flower!

Ye Qingran felt a surge of joy, confirmed there was nothing unusual around, prepared to take it, but discovered her legs felt weak and her body was hot.