Chapter 3: The Poisonous Holy Doctor

Ino blinked her beautiful, gem-like eyes, clear as black and white, and looked around. Seeing not a single soul, her heart skipped a beat. "Damn it! Could it be some old monster from out of nowhere?"

However, the voice sounded both familiar and incredibly strange to her ears. It must have belonged to an old man—and a very, very old one at that—yet he certainly didn't hold back when it came to scolding people.

A pebble flew from out of nowhere and struck her head with a *thud*. Ino let out an "Ouch!" and, while rubbing her aching head, began to roar with the voice of a shrew cursing in the street. "Damn it! Which bastard is it?! You dare throw a stone at me? If you've got the guts, roll out here and duel your grandma!" It was a textbook display of a female hooligan.

"Little brat, have you suddenly developed a poisonous gall to dare curse your master? Is your skin itching for a beating?" The owner of the voice did not appear, but the tone sounded just as matched to Ino's temperament.

"Shit! Which old ghost are you? If you have the guts, roll out!" Ino was used to being arrogant; even if a monster jumped out from these deep mountains and forests, she would accept it.

A figure flickered, and the owner of the voice finally appeared. He wore wide-sleeved long robes, white as snow, and his snow-white beard fluttered in the wind, giving him the air of an immortal. However, at this moment, he was so angry that his beard was practically twitching. "Eh? Little brat, since when did you become as arrogant as your master? How did I not notice before? Truly, a great teacher produces a great disciple!"

"Tch! Who even are you?" Ino rolled her eyes. *Damn! Who is this old man? Master? Where would she get a master? She had mastered everything on her own, alright!* No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't help but explode.

Wait! Master? She seemed to actually know this person. Those memories that didn't belong to her came rushing back again. Looking at the old man's expression, he didn't seem to be playing a prank on her. She couldn't help but knit her brows. Could it be that last night, this stinking old man was the one who...

Shit! If that were really the case, she might as well just run headfirst into a wall and die. This old man was so old she wouldn't even want him as her grandfather!

The old man had no idea what kind of messy thoughts were running through her mind. Seeing her remain silent, he asked again, "Xiao Luo, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Luo?" Ino began to feel a bit dizzy. A voice was constantly reminding her—yes, her name was Xiao Luo. But she could guarantee that she had been named Ino from the moment she was born.

"Who are you?" The priority was to calm down. Ino struggled to maintain her composure.

"Girl, what's wrong with you? How can you not even recognize your master?" The old man clearly realized something was wrong from Ino's sudden outburst.

"Master?" She blinked, still unable to make sense of it. *Damn! Where did I get a master?*

Ino racked her brains and finally pieced together one fact: she had tragically transmigrated, and into the body of a woman who had just been defiled last night.

Her luck was too terrible. She must have watched too many transmigration dramas. When other people transmigrate, they are at least princesses or young ladies of noble families. How did she end up so tragically as a girl who had been raped to death?

Even more infuriating was that she didn't even know who had done it. Was there anyone in the world more screwed than her?

"Xiao Luo, are you alright?" Seeing the shifting, unpredictable expressions on Ino's face, the old man hurriedly reached out to feel her forehead. He shook his head. "It makes no sense. You were perfectly fine, what happened?"

Having grasped the fact of her transmigration, Ino thought to herself that since she was already here, she might as well make the best of it. She would ask about the situation first.

"Master! I'm back!" Just as Ino was about to ask some questions, a tall figure leaped out from the nearby woods. The voice arrived before the person did, giving Ino another massive fright.