Kyoto, Nalan Prefecture.

In the spring of March, the earth revives, fading away from its white snow, and blooming into lush greenery.

The plum blossoms on the wall are in full bloom for the second time. Occasionally, a breeze blows by, and the unique fragrance of winter plum blossoms spreads, which is really refreshing.

Today is the day for Nalan Mansion to test their cultivation. It is still dark, and many disciples have gotten up.

In a corner of the house, in the dilapidated woodshed, on the floor covered with straw, the girl curled her body and held herself tightly with her thin arms.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her brows were slightly furrowed, she was wearing thin and dirty linen clothes, her hair had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and there was a faint smell.

The thin yellow skin was still stained with dried blood. There were wounds on the back of the hands, neck, and even on the forehead. Although the wounds were not very deep, some of them were faintly filled with pus.

At this moment, the eyes that were so tightly closed suddenly opened.

The pupils were extremely black, like two black agates. Half-covered by the messy hair, they shot out sharp light, and for just a moment, they were stunned.

This is the underworld?!

Nalan Zhenyue was stunned.

Is she dead?

Just as she was about to get up, she pulled at the wound on her neck. Nalan Zhenyue screamed in pain, only to realize that those hands were not hers.

But in less than a few seconds, something flashed through her mind. At this moment, it seemed as if something was opened in her mind, and some memories rushed in like a tide, occupying the space in her head.

Every nerve line.

"Nalan Zhenyue..." She wasn't calling her name, she was calling the name of this body!!!

She really couldn't believe it. She was not dead, but her soul had passed away.

But she had to believe that this body was not hers and that she was still alive.

Moreover, the name of this body is actually the same as hers.

Nalan Zhenyue was stunned for a full minute before she completely digested those memories and believed that she had traveled through time.

It's not ancient times in Chinese history, but a very strange world. The name of this continent is called Three Realms Tianlu.

Respecting martial arts, believing in the strong, the strong eats the weak.

The previous owner of her body was Nalan Zhenyue, a direct descendant of the Nalan family. She was fifteen years old. She was obviously fifteen years old, but her body was as thin as an eleven or twelve year old.

Although she is a young lady, she is not as good as a servant.

Unable to practice and so weak that a gust of wind can blow her away. In a world where martial arts is the most important thing, even a young lady from a big family doesn't live like a human being.

Especially someone like Nalan Zhenyue.

The former owner of this body was brought into Nalan Mansion when he was three years old. He started practicing at the age of five, but was determined to be a cripple for the rest of his life and unable to practice.

From then on, although the elders did not treat her harshly, the children in the family did not want to see her and even took pleasure in bullying her.

After she was deemed a disabled person at the age of five, she was moved from her direct family's yard to the quietest Xiyuan. Two servants were assigned to her to take care of her, and she would not miss three meals a day.

When she was bullied at first, Nalan Zhenyue never complained. As time went by, the children who bullied her became more and more aggressive. Even the two servants who served her thought she was extremely cowardly and robbed her of three meals a day.

Meals, and some monthly meals, are all given with leftovers.
Chapter completed!