Chapter 3: Relying on Yourself is Better Than Relying on Others

The place she had transmigrated to was called the Tianxuan Continent, a world completely different from, or even a subversion of, Tang Wan's understanding. This was a place where martial arts were supreme; to put it simply, the capable rose to the top. Regardless of gender, age, or status, if you were powerful, you were the law.

Holy crap!

It was actually this mystical!

Thinking deeper, Tang Wan was astonished by the vastness of this continent. There were a total of about twenty large and small nations distributed across it, but the four largest and most influential were Dongqu, Xiling, Nanzhi, and Beisha. She was currently in Dongqu, located at the easternmost position.

Speaking of Dongqu, one had to mention the Tang Clan, the family that produced the most top-tier experts. One could say they possessed an aura of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to break through." And Tang Wan was the fourth daughter of the Tang Clan Patriarch, Tang Motian—which meant she was the useless, trashy, idiot Fourth Young Lady who had been diagnosed with severed spiritual roots and an inability to cultivate since birth.

After such a diagnosis was made, the entire Tang Clan was shocked. Tang Motian had invited countless experts to help her reconnect her spiritual roots, but it was useless. In fact, several experts had even died from backlash during the attempts. In a fit of rage, Tang Motian threw her into a separate courtyard to fend for herself, and Tang Wan's mother had been expelled from the family and her whereabouts remained unknown.

That year, Tang Wan was only five years old.

Tang Wan let out a long sigh. She looked at her palms and asked the heavens in silence: if she was going to transmigrate, why did it have to be into the body of a useless loser? This was far too stifling!

However, in her view, no matter how bad a child was, they were still one's own child. For that father to be so heartless... Tang Wan's gaze darkened. Even if she was a "useless" person, she swore that whatever was owed to her, she would reclaim it in the future, with interest! She, Tang Wan, had been able to thrive in the 21st century; if she hadn't been blinded by a scumbag and made a single mistake that became a lifelong regret, would she be this miserable?

Hmph!

Even if she had no spiritual roots to cultivate, she believed she could carve out a path for herself!

Just wait, all she needed was time!

**

Relying on Qing Kui's secret assistance and her own tenacious vitality, Tang Wan lay on that broken wooden plank for three days. Her body had mostly recovered, but she was still extremely weak. After all, this body seemed to have suffered from long-term malnutrition, and even Tang Wan couldn't hold out forever.

Pursing her lips, Tang Wan sat on the wooden plank with her chin in her hand, lost in thought. Being beaten like this and not being given a doctor or medicine—the only medicine used was one the little girl had secretly brought—and with no one coming to visit her, Tang Wan knew she couldn't rely on anyone in this wretched Tang Clan.

"Sigh, forget it. It's better to rely on oneself than others."

Tang Wan stood up and twisted her body from side to side. Since no one was helping, she would do it herself. Anyway, this Young Lady relied on her brains to navigate the world; was she really afraid of not finding some tonic?

Just then, Qing Kui entered the room carrying food. Seeing Tang Wan standing there twisting and turning, she rushed over: "Fourth Young Lady, what are you doing? Quickly, sit down, you aren't fully recovered yet..."

Tang Wan smiled. "It's fine, I'm not that weak. Three days of lying down has been enough." After a pause, her gaze fell upon the food box in the girl's hands, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes. "What's for food? This Young Lady is starving to death."

Upon hearing this, Qing Kui's small face flushed red instantly. She embarrassedly hid the food box behind her back, muttering without speaking.

Tang Wan understood at a glance. She reached out and took it calmly, then proceeded to lay out the contents: a plate of yellowed, rotten vegetable leaves, a bowl of leftover rice that even a dog would have rejected, and a small dish of half-eaten pickled melons.

"Miss... I..."

A trace of coldness flashed in Tang Wan's eyes as her cherry lips curled upward bit by bit. She picked up the dinner and ate it mouthful by mouthful without saying a single word. Seeing this, Qing Kui covered her mouth and began to sob.

After swallowing all the food and rice, Tang Wan calmly wiped her mouth and asked directly, "Was this another 'good deed' by them?"