Chapter 6: As a Person Who Carries Their Own Bad Luck

In her past life, she had thrown the Rahu Demon Seal off a cliff, and she had no idea where it might be now...

In her sleep, wisps of light suddenly began to seep from Ye Zhenhuang’s body.

These rays of light were like thin threads of flame—extremely fine and carrying a scorching intensity—yet they did not burn her skin in the slightest, as if they were one with her flesh.

It was as if her body had suddenly caught fire; countless sparks permeated through her skin, connecting into fine lines that made Ye Zhenhuang appear as though she were trapped in a web of light. A scorching heat began to spread throughout the room.

On the surface of her skin, layers of black, filthy grime were being continuously expelled.

Ye Zhenhuang, however, was in a deep sleep and had no idea what was happening to her.

Early the next morning, Ye Zhenhuang woke up naturally, feeling refreshed all over. It had been a long time since she had felt such a surge of vitality coursing through her body and mind.

Lying in bed, she recalled the events of the previous day, feeling as if it had all been a dream.

It was as if this rebirth were nothing more than an illusion.

Ye Zhenhuang offered a slight, self-deprecating smile at this sense of unreality before rising to get dressed.

However—

"My god! What is this? The bed was perfectly clean before I went to sleep last night; how did the sheets turn completely black?" Ye Zhenhuang jumped off the bed, unable to comprehend what had happened overnight.

Looking closer, she saw a thick layer of black filth, and a foul, suffocating stench assaulted her nose.

Ye Zhenhuang pinched her nose and backed away, refusing to admit that she had slept in such a bed!

...

A moment later, Ye Zhenhuang looked at the black grime with disgust and picked up her clothes to put them on.

As she dressed, she glanced back at the filth on the bed from time to time, suddenly struck by a possibility.

She walked to the bedside and reached out to touch the grime; a layer of black immediately stained her fingers.

Ye Zhenhuang looked at it closely, her beautiful brows knitting together as she muttered to herself, "I remember in my past life, when I cleansed my marrow at seven years old, I also expelled some black filth. But I was young then, and there wasn't nearly this much. Could it be that my body automatically cleansed its marrow last night?"

In the process of growing up, a person inevitably accumulates many impurities and toxins; the longer time passes, the more of these impurities and toxins there are.

The first realm of cultivating Yuan energy is the tempering of the physique.

When a martial artist begins to cultivate, the first step is always to cleanse the marrow and meridians, purging the body of filth and toxins.

It is for this reason that a martial artist’s physique is generally stronger than an ordinary person’s, and their lifespan longer.

"If that’s the case, then this must be a sign that this body can cultivate. Hmm, I should check." Saying this, Ye Zhenhuang wiped the grime from her fingers and sat cross-legged on the floor, allowing herself to merge with the surrounding environment.

Soon, the Yuan energy in the air began to flow into her body like a trickling stream, wandering through her meridians and gathering in her Dantian.

Feeling the unobstructed flow of Yuan energy, the corners of Ye Zhenhuang’s lips curled upward.

Previously, she had discovered that this body’s meridians were blocked, making it impossible to cultivate Yuan energy, which had left her somewhat discouraged. She never expected that overnight, her body would have undergone an automatic cleansing.

Though she didn't know the reason, there was no doubt that Ye Zhenhuang’s luck had taken a turn for the better.

Not only was she reborn and able to cultivate mental power, but her blocked meridians had also inexplicably cleared, and Yuan energy was surging in.

This sudden string of good fortune made her feel involuntarily happy.

Ye Zhenhuang did not get up; instead, she remained seated, absorbing the Yuan energy. Once her Dantian was full, she continued to refine it.

*Boom.*

A slight ripple of Yuan energy radiated from her body, causing the tables and chairs in the room to shake slightly.

In the inn, many early-rising martial artists keenly felt the tremor and were surprised: Why was someone breaking through their cultivation level so early in the morning?

To be able to absorb Yuan energy and refine it meant officially entering the ranks of martial cultivation and becoming a martial artist.

First-level Earth Warrior.

*Boom.*

Another wave of Yuan energy rippled out. Second-level Earth Warrior.

*Boom.*

Not long after, a third wave rippled out. Third-level Earth Warrior.

The successive tremors left the martial artists in the inn stunned, all wondering to themselves: Just what kind of formidable person is this? To break through three levels of cultivation in a row? This is simply heaven-defying...

In the room, Ye Zhenhuang remained calm, completely unaware of the shock she had caused to those outside.

Once her cultivation reached the third-level Earth Warrior, it stopped.

Yuan energy filled her Dantian, seeping into her muscles and bones, causing her body to gradually undergo changes.

Her skin became brighter and healthier, and her muscles and bones began to grow strong and resilient.

Only then did Ye Zhenhuang slowly open her eyes and exhale a long breath.

Leaning forward slightly, she stared blankly in one direction.

Ye Zhenhuang remembered how the original owner of this body had bluffed and acted arrogant to prevent others from easily bullying her because of her "trash" physique.

Such a sharp-tongued person, and the legitimate daughter of the Zhongwu Marquis Mansion—even if others were powerful, they dared not provoke her easily for fear of inviting trouble. Yet, behind her back, they never stopped mocking her.

The original owner appeared arrogant and insufferably conceited, but in reality, she was cautious and deeply insecure.

A faint ache of pity rose in her heart.

"From now on, I will live for you. Even if I am arrogant, I will ensure you have the confidence to back it up, so you will never have to be afraid or cry in secret again," Ye Zhenhuang said to that direction, softly but firmly.

Immediately, she stood up abruptly, a brilliant light flashing in her eyes.

The path of the "trash" would be reversed starting today!

Ye Zhenhuang washed her body, tidied herself up, and stepped out of the room.

In the inn’s lobby, many guests were eating breakfast. Chu Jinchen and Gui Jing were already sitting in a quiet corner, with the funeral general, Li Hao, standing to the side.

Seeing Ye Zhenhuang approach, Li Hao immediately signaled the waiter to bring over a steaming breakfast.

Sitting across from Chu Jinchen, Ye Zhenhuang picked up a soft, fragrant bun and began to eat it with white porridge. As she ate, she studied Chu Jinchen, noticing the slight dark circles under his eyes and his listless appearance.

"Your Highness, did you not sleep well last night?" Ye Zhenhuang asked with concern, taking a sip of porridge.

Chu Jinchen lifted his bloodshot eyes, his eyelids twitching. Seeing Ye Zhenhuang’s rosy complexion and bright, spirited eyes—clearly the look of someone who had slept soundly—he couldn't help but feel a bit bitter thinking of his own experience last night.

Sleep well?

As someone who carried bad luck wherever he went, was it even possible for him to sleep well?