Chapter 2: Rebirth of the Useless (1)

An ugly idiot, pestering Tong Xiang relentlessly, and even going to the Empress Dowager to beg for a marriage grant—this shameless, idiotic woman would be better off dead, ending it all once and for all.

"Listen, if that bridal sedan dares to take a single step forward, strike it down!" At this roar, countless military officers immediately responded with a heaven-shaking shout; no one wanted such a filthy, ugly woman to lay a single finger on their Tong Xiang.

For a moment, the crowd was at a loss, standing quietly in place. Far from feeling any sympathy, they watched with the mindset of spectators waiting for a joke, wondering how the idiotic, ugly woman, who had put on a white bridal veil for herself, would end this.

"Fine, in the end, there was no place for me to belong. Perhaps, this is for the best..." With a soft sigh, Yi Weicen pursed her lips and smiled. There was no hope in life, but she hoped that after death, she could be buried in good clothes to rest in peace.

"Miss, no!!"

It was too late.

A figure in red had already rushed out. The silver saber at the military officer's waist unsheathed, and a splash of red blood sprayed the scene. A smile lingered on the corners of Yi Weicen's mouth, even as tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

The wide street suddenly fell silent. Everyone froze in place, staring blankly at the scene before them.

She really died? She actually died?

"Ah!! Someone is dead!"

The main street erupted in an uproar. The military officers ran toward the Tong Xiang Manor in a panic; they had only intended to scare her, but who knew it would end like this.

Even an idiot had the courage to commit suicide; how strange!

"Miss, Miss, please wake up! If you die, how can I face the Madam? Miss, you can't leave this servant all alone!"

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"Revenge, you must avenge me, avenge us..."

In a daze, it felt as if someone was screaming from the depths of her heart, clutching at her with a pain so intense it was unbearable.

In a state of confusion, Ling Yuan did not know what was happening. In her mind were the resentful eyes of that mummy, and in her ears was the constant wailing of a person. Ling Yuan tried hard to turn her head; a young girl with freckles on her face was crying in agony beside her.

Ling Yuan exerted all her strength to try and speak, but she ultimately lacked the power. Her mind was flooded with overwhelming information.

In the twenty-first year of the Wolf Kingdom, a baby girl was born in the Prime Minister's Manor who became the laughingstock of everyone.

The Prime Minister, Yi Mojun, had acted recklessly while drunk, allowing a lowly slave to bear his flesh and blood. It was already a disgrace, but what made the Prime Minister's Manor even more embarrassed was that the girl was mentally disabled from childhood and incredibly ugly; a birthmark on her face was enough to scare a crowd to death.

The Prime Minister tossed out a random name and never wished to see the girl again.

The girl's name was Yi Weicen.

In the City of the Emperor, everyone knew and everyone knew: she was an ugly, lowly idiot. Yet, this idiot insisted on climbing the social ladder, taking the initiative to beg the Empress Dowager to grant her to Tong Xiang.

On this Tianling Continent, Spirit Masters are divided into nine ranks.

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, and Purple—the ranks are divided by the colors of the rainbow. From Red to Purple, the levels go from weak to strong. In addition to these, there are Black and Iridescent; Iridescent is already the highest level.

However, because Spirit Masters each possess their own attributes, their spiritual power emits different colors depending on those attributes. Therefore, the ranks are simplified into levels one through nine.

The first level is the weakest, and the ninth level is the most powerful. The fourth level serves as a dividing line; those below the fourth level can still improve relatively easily, but for those above the fourth level, even the difference between the beginner and advanced stages of the same level is as vast as the distance between the stars and the earth.