Chapter 1: It's Finally My Turn to Torment You All

"Kneel!"

Someone kicked her in the calf from behind, forcing her directly to her knees.

"Cough, cough!" Si Nansheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, curling up on the ground as she felt as if her body were falling apart.

"Si Nansheng, you really are vicious! Not only did you trespass into the forbidden grounds, but you also injured the junior sister who kindly tried to dissuade you. You truly are a heartless, ungrateful wretch!"

A voice filled with disgust rang out above Si Nansheng. Her chin was grabbed and lifted forcefully, and a familiar figure gradually came into focus in her blurred vision.

It was her Second Senior Brother, Shen Jingyuan.

The Second Senior Brother who used to bring her novel trinkets whenever he returned from trips, making her giggle with delight.

When did things start to change? She couldn't remember.

Was it the first time he spoke harshly to her for Liu Xuewei’s sake, or when he laid hands on her for Liu Xuewei’s sake?

"Si Nansheng, I’m warning you. When we get to the main hall in a moment, you’d better behave yourself and honestly confess to the crime of trespassing in the forbidden grounds.

You must also tell everyone that Junior Sister Xuewei went to the forbidden grounds to stop you from making a mistake, and that you were so ruthless and cold-blooded that you attacked her and left her severely injured!"

Shen Jingyuan’s words left Si Nansheng’s mind blank. The forbidden grounds? Junior Sister Xuewei?

Wasn't this the scene that occurred when she was twelve years old, after her junior sister Liu Xuewei had tricked her into going to the forbidden grounds to look for spiritual herbs, only for them to be struck by the forbidden array?

"Thud!" Shen Jingyuan kicked Si Nansheng hard again and said with a sinister sneer

"Si Nansheng, listen well. You are to blame for Junior Sister Xuewei’s severe injuries this time. You had better obediently dig out your spiritual root to save her, or I will make you wish you were dead!"

After Shen Jingyuan finished speaking, he kicked Si Nansheng a few more times. Su Heng, standing to the side, saw this and, fearing that he might kick her to death—which would cause her spiritual root to dissipate—hurriedly reminded him.

"Second Junior Brother, don't beat her to death. Otherwise, her spiritual root will dissipate."

"Don't worry, First Senior Brother. I know exactly how much force to use. She won't die for a while yet. Even if she is to die, she must wait until she has dug out that high-grade water spiritual root for Xuewei before she goes!"

Shen Jingyuan spoke with a sinister tone, his gaze toward Si Nansheng filled with undisguised disgust.

"Enough, stop hitting her. Everyone is waiting to deal with her. Junior Sister is severely injured and hasn't woken up yet; she’s waiting for that spiritual root to be healed."

Su Heng looked at Si Nansheng’s pale, bloodless face. Although he stopped Shen Jingyuan from continuing to beat her, a trace of disdain flashed across his brow.

He shoved a low-quality healing pill into Si Nansheng’s mouth and performed a cleansing spell, making her look slightly less disheveled than before.

Si Nansheng felt her collar being lifted, her head buzzing.

With a thunderous "boom" that echoed in her mind, Si Nansheng’s pupils constricted sharply. Countless memories flooded into her brain, battering her fragile nerves and making her gasp for air.

Gradually, her mind became crystal clear!

A smile curled at the corner of Si Nansheng’s mouth: So, I’ve lived another life!

In her previous life, Si Nansheng had inexplicably transmigrated into a cultivation novel where the female lead was overflowing with luck, becoming the tragic supporting character.

Her memories from before the transmigration had been sealed, forcing her to passively accept the rules of the book and follow its script.

She went from being the most pampered junior sister to a pathetic cannon fodder who was exploited of every last bit of value before being buried in the mouth of a demonic beast.

Unexpectedly, having come back again, all her memories had returned.

Si Nansheng thought: Since you have been heartless and unjust to me, I no longer need to hope for anything. Before, you abused me; this time, it’s finally my turn to abuse you!

"Master, I have brought Si Nansheng." Shen Jingyuan threw Si Nansheng onto the ground without ceremony.

In the magnificent main hall, Feng Zeyan sat on the main seat in moon-white robes, looking like an immortal.

On both sides of the hall sat the sect leaders of other major sects. They had originally come to discuss the opening of the secret realm in three months, but they hadn't expected that before the discussion could even begin, the Shengtian Sect would put on such a show for them.

"Si Nansheng, do you know your crimes!"

Feng Zeyan looked down coldly at Si Nansheng, who had been thrown to the floor, his expression extremely ugly.

Today was supposed to be a day of prestige for the Shengtian Sect as they led the major sects into the secret realm. He hadn't expected this rebellious disciple to cause him such embarrassment. Even more infuriating was that she had injured his most beloved little disciple, Liu Xuewei!

"Nansheng does not know." Si Nansheng gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her body. With red, teary eyes, she looked at the man high above with a firm tone.

Seven years ago, she was a beggar on the street. It was this man who suddenly appeared, claiming they had a master-disciple connection, and brought her to the Shengtian Sect.

For the first two years, he was truly good to her, guiding her cultivation, preparing many rare treasures for her, and teaching her many principles she didn't understand.

But the moment she stepped into the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of eight, he began to distance himself. Not to mention guiding her cultivation, she could barely even see his face.

At the time, her senior brothers comforted her, saying that as the Sect Leader of the Shengtian Sect, he was too busy and didn't have much free time, telling her to be understanding.

It wasn't until Liu Xuewei arrived and she saw Feng Zeyan personally caring for and guiding her that Si Nansheng realized he wasn't "too busy"—she just wasn't the exception for him.

"Si Nansheng, you trespassed in the forbidden grounds, harmed your fellow disciples, and destroyed your junior sister’s spiritual root. For the sake of our master-disciple relationship, if you sincerely repent today and heal your junior sister’s injuries, I can spare your life."

After Feng Zeyan finished speaking, he stared at Si Nansheng with a cold, icy gaze.

"This child doesn't look very old; how could she do something to harm a fellow disciple?"

"Exactly, could there be a mistake? She’s only ten or so; where would she get such malicious thoughts?"

"You all don't know, this rebellious disciple has been crooked since she was young. Not only does she bully others, but her junior sister was close to her, yet she was harmed by her, resulting in a damaged spiritual root. Sigh, it’s not worth mentioning."

When Feng Zeyan said this, he didn't forget to show a look of utter disappointment toward Si Nansheng, feigning a compassionate and merciful appearance.

"This child’s heart is too vicious."

"Indeed, with a damaged spiritual root, her path to immortality might be completely ruined!"

The people from the major sects were disgusted by Si Nansheng’s actions, pointing fingers at her and looking at her as if she were trash.

Si Nansheng was all too familiar with this feeling!

In her previous life, she had been ruined by this play jointly performed by Liu Xuewei, Su Heng, Shen Jingyuan, and her "good" master. Not only was her spiritual root stolen, but she was also branded with the infamy of being vicious and harming her fellow disciples.

But now, although she was weak, she had the memories of two lifetimes. She would not fall into this trap again!

Since they all loved to see Liu Xuewei’s soft, "green tea" act, she would just add a little more tea flavor to the mix for them.

"Master, what does Nansheng need to do to heal her injuries? Should I serve her tea and water, accompany her as she slowly recovers? Or should I go seek out miraculous medicines to treat her? No matter what Nansheng needs to do, I will do my best."

Si Nansheng hid the mockery in her eyes, looked up at Feng Zeyan with teary eyes, and asked.