The name of this little girl seems to be quite destined for her, called Mu Qian, at the age of sixteen, in the prime of her youth.
Unfortunately, she did not have a good fate.
As a disciple of the first guardian sect of the Tianlin Dynasty, the Xingluo Sect, Mu Qian lived a life worse than a beggar on the street. This was all because Mu Qian was born without spiritual roots, unable to cultivate spiritual power, and so far, she couldn't even reach the lowest level of a spiritual practitioner.
In the Xingluo Sect, where strength speaks, she could only endure the cold eyes, ridicule, and insults from the sect's disciples. All the dirty and menial tasks were thrown at her, and she could even be punished for speaking out.
In short, Mu Qian was someone that everyone in the Xingluo Sect could trample on.
However, there was one person, Ye Wanying, who had always been kind to her, never despising her as a useless person, and often brought her some elixirs and spiritual scriptures. She always encouraged her, saying that it didn't matter if she had no spiritual roots, as long as she was willing to work hard, she could still do well.
Listening to these words now, Mu Qian could only sneer.
Although she only had the memories of this little girl and didn't know everything, based on her experience in the Eastern Domain for a hundred years, she was certain that Ye Wanying must have had ulterior motives!
Because this time, Mu Qian was brought to the Regent's Office as the daughter of the sect master of the Xingluo Sect, all because Ye Wanying told her, "Let's play a game of swapping identities, it will be fun."
She even gave Mu Qian a Blood Ruby Jade Pendant and told her to keep it safe.
Mu Qian willingly treated Ye Wanying as her only friend.
But she didn't expect that this so-called game would lead her to the brink of death.
First, she was beaten by a group of disciples, who insulted her as a useless person who dared to compare herself to Senior Sister Ye. Then, when General Chen arrived, these disciples unanimously claimed that she was Ye Wanying.
A case of mistaken identity.
This led to the subsequent events.
Mu Qian held her head, feeling that she could no longer suppress her anger. She could still feel the girl's bone-deep despair at the time of her death, as if this emotion was a sharp net that tightly gripped her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
Simple-minded, sincere in her actions, and finally having a friend, only to be used and killed.
Her life, thus ended.
Was she foolish?
Perhaps a little, but her environment determined her character, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Thinking of this, Mu Qian smiled bitterly.
Naturally, she was not Mu Qian and had no right to seek revenge for her.
But if they came looking for her, she would play with them.
As for the means?
Let's see who is better at scheming.
But for now, she needed to improve her strength.
Thinking of this, Mu Qian felt a headache, as it was different from what she knew.
In the Lingxuan world, practitioners still relied on spiritual energy, but they needed spiritual roots to cultivate spiritual power. There were four types of spiritual roots: Battle, Control, Curse, and Language, with the battle-oriented Battle Spiritual Root being the most common.
The higher the quality of the spiritual root, the faster the cultivation.
Those with low-quality spiritual roots were not even respected in the martial world, let alone someone without spiritual roots like her.
Mu Qian's situation was just one of many.
Mu Qian actually thought that without spiritual roots, she could still use the cultivation methods she knew from the Eastern Domain to absorb spiritual energy and improve her cultivation. But the problem was that this little girl's dantian was also damaged.
The reason for the damage was also because of Ye Wanying.
This incident dates back to a sect competition a year ago.
Although the Xingluo Sect was the first sect of the Tianlin Dynasty, it was not among the top three in the entire Huaxu Continent. In that competition, the Xingluo Sect was up against another sect, and Ye Wanying was a participant.
Ye Wanying's strength was outstanding among her peers, but there were still those stronger than her. She knew she would lose in the competition, but she didn't want to lose face, so she pleaded with Mu Qian to compete on her behalf.
Mu Qian, who wasn't even a spiritual practitioner, was defeated in one move. The opponent was extremely ruthless, not only severely injuring her but also damaging her dantian.
From then on, Mu Qian was even more despised in the Xingluo Sect.
It was said that because Ye Wanying didn't expect such a thing to happen, she felt even more guilty and took care of her even more.
Mu Qian sighed. The little girl was too trusting, it seemed that she had laid her heart bare, but had entrusted it to the wrong person.
Pitiful, and also tragic.
No dantian, no spiritual roots, unable to return to the lower realm.
What should she do now...
She lay down again, looking up at the sky.
Forget it, let's just go to sleep first, life is more important.
**
Seven days later, Mu Qian set off to return to the Xingluo Sect.
Perhaps at this time, Ye Wanying was still mourning for her.
If she didn't go back, wouldn't she miss this scene?
However, before returning, she wanted to meet the Regent's Office.
It was said that the relationship between the Xingluo Sect and the Tianlin Dynasty was very delicate recently, so it was a good opportunity to gather some information.
Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, one can win a hundred battles.
A wicked smile appeared on Mu Qian's lips. Besides fighting, she was most skilled at causing chaos in the martial world.
But the martial world was different from the court, and there were distinctions.
She also wanted to see if she could live as freely in this lower realm as she did in her previous life.
Because according to the memories she received, the Lingxuan world was very special among the many lower realms.
(Note: This translation is an adaptation of the original text to convey the meaning in English while maintaining the essence of the content.)
At this point, Jun Muqian casually caught a lone guard and got straight to the point: "Where is your young master?"
The guard hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know."
Jun Muqian understood.
That young master seemed to be elusive.
A person with heterochromia, she had never seen anyone like that in the entire Eastern Domain.
The Spirit Profound world was truly intriguing.
Well, if she couldn't find him, she couldn't find him. She decided to take a stroll and then return.
With her hands behind her back, Jun Muqian suddenly narrowed her eyes.
In a place just beyond her peripheral vision, a very faint black shadow flitted by, just enough to catch her attention.
Hmm?
A faint glint appeared in Jun Muqian's eyes. Was this meant to lead her somewhere?
After all, as someone without cultivation, it was impossible for her to have such a fortunate encounter, and the other guards showed no reaction.
To be able to act so confidently in the Regent's Court, it was probably at the behest of that young master.
Making a quick decision, Jun Muqian followed the shadow.
The shadow's speed was not fast, which only strengthened her conviction.
Finally, it stopped in front of a bamboo house and vanished in an instant.
With the window half open and the sound of trickling water in her ears, mist filled the air.
Was this the young master's residence?
Jun Muqian walked to the window, bent down slightly, and then saw...