Chapter 4: Born a Loser

Chapter 4: Born a Good-for-Nothing

Thinking of these things, Rong Qingyan did not feel a shred of discouragement. Since the heavens had given her a chance to start over, she would be Murong Qingyan from now on. The former Rong Qingyan was dead; the one living now was Murong Qingyan.

After organizing her thoughts, Murong Qingyan finally felt the pain radiating from this body. Fortunately, although it was very painful, they were merely flesh wounds and had not damaged her internal organs.

At the mere thought of the origin of these injuries, a frost settled in the depths of Murong Qingyan’s eyes. Her status in this so-called family was truly low! As a legitimate daughter, she had ended up being beaten to death by others.

However, since she had become Murong Qingyan, she would absolutely not live like the original owner. But in this world where strength was supreme, the most important thing was to first improve her own abilities; otherwise, everything else was just empty talk.

After resting for a while and recovering some strength, Murong Qingyan sat cross-legged and, following the memories left behind by the original owner in her mind, began to cultivate.

Soon, Murong Qingyan could feel the spiritual energy surging around her. Wisps of spiritual energy gathered from all directions, turning into a warm current that flowed into her body.

Murong Qingyan focused her mind, guiding those wisps of spiritual energy to flow slowly through her meridians. Finally, all the spiritual energy moved from every part of her body toward her dantian.

However, once those wisps of spiritual energy reached the dantian, they did not gather; instead, they suddenly dissipated.

Even so, Murong Qingyan did not feel any discouragement and began her attempt once again.

After experiencing the same failure three times, Murong Qingyan finally stopped. She couldn't help but feel a bit deflated. It seemed this body was truly a complete waste. She could clearly feel the flow of spiritual energy and could even draw it into her body. Yet, the moment it entered the dantian, that energy would immediately vanish without a trace, leaving no sign behind.

No wonder the original owner had never been able to cultivate. It seemed this body was truly a complete good-for-nothing—not just a good-for-nothing, but a rare and bizarre one at that.

That spiritual energy could clearly enter her body, but it simply could not enter the dantian, let alone be converted into her own profound energy.

This feeling was like trying to fetch water with a bamboo basket. The river was clearly right in front of her, but no matter how hard she tried, it all ended in vain.

It seemed the path of cultivating spiritual energy was likely a dead end. However, even so, she would absolutely not give up. Even if she couldn't cultivate profound energy, she would rely on herself to become a powerhouse standing at the peak.

Since she couldn't cultivate profound energy for the time being, Murong Qingyan made up her mind to properly train her body and return to her former state as quickly as possible.

She had once been a world-renowned divine doctor, but few people knew that she was also a cold-blooded mercenary. The only person who knew this was her grandfather. It was a pity that her grandfather had already passed away.

Killing with one hand and saving lives with the other—that was her life. When her grandfather found out about this, not only did he not blame her, but he actually thought it was a good thing. He had originally worried that she would be bullied because of her soft personality. After learning she was a mercenary, he felt much more at ease.

However, her grandfather likely never imagined that even with all her skills, she still couldn't escape the schemes of her own kin. In the end, her soul departed to the heavens, but she survived the disaster and arrived in this strange world.

Thinking of the grandfather who had loved her so dearly, a wave of nostalgia washed over Murong Qingyan.

Just then, Murong Qingyan inadvertently noticed a bracelet on her wrist. This bracelet was exactly the same as the one she had worn before.

Afraid it was just an illusion, Murong Qingyan immediately raised her wrist. After a long while, she finally confirmed that this was indeed her bracelet.

Could it be that her arrival in this world was related to this bracelet?

While Murong Qingyan was still pondering, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist. It turned out that at some point, her wrist had been pricked, and bright red blood was flowing out.

What shocked Murong Qingyan was that the blood did not drip down; instead, it was absorbed by the jade bracelet on her wrist.

After the jade bracelet absorbed her blood, it actually began to change color—first pink, then bright red, and finally a deep, blood-like crimson.

Before Murong Qingyan could even think about what was happening, she felt the world go black, and she immediately lost all consciousness.