Seeing Yan Wuhan arrive just in time, Yan Wuxin couldn’t be bothered to pack up. Without giving him a chance to speak, she placed the items on the ground, and the two sat down to eat.
After the meal, Yan Wuhan was about to ask what was going on when a scorching flame surged toward them—a fireball.
Yan Wuhan struggled to shield Yan Wuxin, but she reacted swiftly, pushing him aside and sidestepping slightly to avoid the fireball.
Yan Qingyu stood at the entrance with four maidservants in tow.
“Yan Wuxin, your wretched life is truly something else,” Yan Qingyu said, her eyes filled with resentment. Yan Wuxin had clearly stopped breathing, so how had she come back to life?
If Yan Wuxin didn’t die, the marriage contract would remain intact, and she… How could this be? She was clearly superior to this waste in every way, so why was it this waste who was engaged to Brother Ming?
She had thought that once Yan Wuxin died, she could become the Crown Princess. But upon returning from worship at the temple, she heard that Yan Wuxin was no longer foolish and had returned home.
“Get lost,” Yan Wuxin said calmly, her tone devoid of emotion.
“Yan Wuxin, how dare you tell me to get lost?” Yan Qingyu pointed at herself, disbelief in her voice, though she quickly regained her composure.
“Fine, I’ll step aside if you crawl between my legs. Do that, and I’ll let you off,” Yan Qingyu said, crossing her arms and looking at Yan Wuxin with a provocative gaze. Even if she wasn’t foolish anymore, she was still a waste, easy to bully.
Yan Wuhan clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. If he could stand, he would have lunged forward and beaten this woman senseless. She could bully him, but bullying his sister was unacceptable.
Yan Wuxin stood motionless, watching Yan Qingyu, while Yan Wuhan’s icy glare only amused her.
“What, trying to stand up for her? Let’s see if you’re even capable! Hahaha.” The servants behind Yan Qingyu covered their mouths, stifling giggles.
Yan Wuxin narrowed her eyes, her voice turning cold and chilling. “Get lost. I won’t say it a third time.”
Seeing Yan Wuxin speak up, Yan Qingyu’s anger flared. “Since you don’t know when to back down, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Yan Qingyu furiously took out her Huanqi and began lashing out at Yan Wuxin.
“Let me tell you, I’m now a Spirit Master Junior Grade. If you don’t want to die, kneel down and kowtow three times!” Yan Qingyu arrogantly lifted her head, brandishing her whip while using Huanli to conjure fireballs, relentlessly attacking Yan Wuxin.
Yet Yan Wuxin remained composed, her agile figure swiftly weaving and dodging, easily evading every attack.
“You… How can this waste dodge my attacks? Someone, seize her!” Yan Qingyu’s eyes flashed with shock before she barked orders at her servants.
As a Spirit Master Junior Grade, she couldn’t even hit a waste. If word got out, how could she ever hold her head high again? She couldn’t swallow this humiliation.
Yan Wuhan was also stunned. He never imagined his sister could evade the attacks.
The maidservants rushed forward, trying to grab Yan Wuxin, but she nimbly dodged them. With a sweeping kick, she knocked two of them to the ground. Then, under Yan Qingyu’s astonished gaze, she swiftly pulled hairpins from the maidservants’ hair and thrust them into their throats, killing them on the spot.
Yan Wuxin still had traces of blood from the two maids on her fingertips. She rose coldly, her entire body now filled with a murderous aura, like a vengeful spirit crawling out from hell.
Yan Qingyu stared at Yan Wuxin, the bloodlust in her eyes making Qingyu’s heart tremble. She quickly covered her own neck, swallowing nervously in fear. What on earth had happened to this waste? How could she instantly kill maids who possessed Huanli?
“Get lost.” Yan Wuxin flicked the blood off her hands, uttering only a single word, yet it made Yan Qingyu feel as if she had plunged into an abyss.
This waste must be possessed by a ghost. She must be.
“Y-you just wait! I-I won’t let you off.” Terrified by her imposing presence, Yan Qingyu pointed a trembling finger at Yan Wuxin, spitting out a threat before quickly scurrying away.
“Xin’er.”
Yan Wuxin turned around, the bloodlust in her eyes fading as she said calmly, “I am no longer the Yan Wuxin I used to be. I won’t provoke others if they don’t provoke me. From now on, I will protect you.”
After bringing Yan Wuhan into the room, Yan Wuxin washed her hands clean, put on a cloak, and swiftly left the general’s estate.
She needed to figure everything out now. The original owner’s memories were somewhat chaotic, and there were things she simply didn’t understand. Moreover, Yan Wuhan was physically limited and truly needed someone to take care of him.
For now, the most important thing was: where could she find money?
On the streets, crowds of buyers and sellers were everywhere. After observing for a long time, Yan Wuxin realized that in transactions, people used gold coins, similar to the coins of the 21st century, except these coins were made of gold.
Yan Wuxin found a shop named “Huichun Hall” and stepped inside.
“Ah, esteemed customer, feel free to look around. Our Huichun Hall has all kinds of Danyao—there’s no Danyao you can’t buy here.” The shopkeeper greeted Yan Wuxin with a beaming smile and warm enthusiasm.
“Hmm.”
Hmm? That’s it? The shopkeeper’s expression soured as he sized up Yan Wuxin, noticing she showed no fluctuations of Huanli. Still, he didn’t say anything, as a customer was a customer—perhaps she had some hidden treasure on her.
Yan Wuxin looked around for a long time and noticed that besides Danyao, there were also medicinal herbs here.
In her previous life, she had been a master of medicine and poison, but after taking over as the leader of the special agents, she no longer had time to delve into it. Now, in this world where strength was revered, without Huanli, perhaps the only thing she could do was return to her old profession.
But… she was poor.
Just as the shopkeeper was about to speak up and ask, Yan Wuxin turned and left the shop, leaving the shopkeeper utterly bewildered.
Leaving the shop, Yan Wuxin walked into the mountains, only to feel instantly speechless.
Thinking she couldn’t afford medicinal herbs, she had hoped to search for some nearby. Unexpectedly, the surroundings were barren and empty—as far as the eye could see, not a single blade of grass or tree was in sight.
“Did someone spray herbicide all over this place?” Yan Wuxin pinched the bridge of her nose and tapped her forehead.
It seemed finding medicinal herbs wasn’t going to be easy either. She had no money, and finding herbs was impossible. Others traveled through time, and so did she, but why was she so poor?
Just as Yan Wuxin frowned in thought, the mountains trembled.
An earthquake?
Before she could even process it, the ground suddenly cracked open into a fissure. With nothing to grab onto, Yan Wuxin plummeted sharply downward.
Thud. Yan Wuxin slammed hard onto the ground. She frowned but didn’t make a sound. Clutching her shoulder, she slowly stood up. Unable to see her own hand in the pitch-black surroundings, she could only grope along the wall.
‘Crack.’ Yan Wuxin’s mouth twitched. Was she really this unlucky?
“Seriously…” Before she could finish her sentence, she fell once again.