Feng Wuxie stared in shock at her now-empty hands, completely baffled for a moment!
The pistol was gone, and the handsome man in the Illusion Realm had vanished too…
What on earth was happening?
Forget about that for now—saving herself was the priority!
Bearing the pain, she stumbled step by step toward the outside, crawling out of this foul-smelling, filthy, humiliating pig cage.
Relying on the original owner's chaotic and muddled memories, she roughly understood this world.
The original owner shared her name—both were called Feng Wuxie—and the world she currently inhabited was certainly not the 21st century she knew, but rather the Tianqi Continent.
This world revered "Soul Arts." The so-called Soul Art referred to the belief that every person's soul possessed different potentials, capable of sensing various natural and supernatural forces.
Natural forces referred to elements visible to the naked eye or perceptible to human senses, such as wind, fire, earth, water, lightning, and air.
Supernatural forces, on the other hand, referred to spiritual beings from other worlds, such as summoning power, the Power of Darkness, healing power, and so on.
By enhancing the strength of one's soul, one could control these formidable forces.
Those who cultivated Soul Arts were collectively known as:
Soul Artists.
The hierarchy among Soul Artists was simple—the more powerful one's Soul Power, the higher one's rank!
A Soul Artist's rank could directly determine one's lifelong status and the glory of one's family.
The original owner had been a fool in life, and amidst her chaotic memories, aside from her idiotic daily routines, only these bits of useful information could be gleaned.
Snapping back to reality, Feng Wuxie reached the front courtyard.
When the servants of Feng Manor saw her in this reeking state, they showed not the slightest surprise—instead, contempt and disdain gleamed in every pair of eyes.
Feng Wuxie overheard them whispering about her:
"Look, that idiot's crawled out from who knows where. What's that on her—pig dung? Absolutely reeks!"
"Good heavens, look at her face—is it disfigured? Who beat her like that? She's utterly hideous!"
Feng Wuxie suppressed the anger rising within her and continued walking with a calm expression—
She was far too weak right now. In these people's eyes, the weak were meant to be bullied. She wouldn't waste her energy on such lowly creatures.
Just then, a young woman approached her gracefully from not far away.
The young woman wore a robe patterned with orchid blossoms in a deep blue hue, her features delicate, her temperament gentle yet tinged with a heroic air.
She too spotted Feng Wuxie, and unlike others who mocked her, she gazed at Feng Wuxie with tenderness, tears of excitement glistening in her eyes as if after a long-awaited reunion:
"Third sister? Where have you been these three years? With your poor mind and inability to cultivate Soul Power, vanishing all of a sudden—I was so worried! I thought, I thought… you'd been done in by eldest sister…"
Feng Wuxie halted in place, searching her memory for this person's identity—it turned out to be the second young lady of the Feng Family, Feng Wuxia.
The worried tone seemed genuinely heartfelt.
Feng Wuxie could feel a trace of the original owner's consciousness still lingering in her body, and upon seeing Feng Wuxia, the original owner clearly felt immense terror.
This fear was even greater than what she felt when recalling the eldest young lady, Feng Wuxin!
But the original owner's memories had gaps, and Feng Wuxie could not find in them any recollection of what terrible things this second young lady might have done to the original owner.
"Third sister, you…"
Feng Wuxia stepped forward on her own, taking Feng Wuxie's hand and bringing it to her nose to sniff, exclaiming in shock:
"Could it be… eldest sister locked you in the pig pen?!"
Feng Wuxie inwardly sneered—she had been imprisoned in that pig cage all along. If Feng Wuxia had truly been worried about her, how could she have failed to find her?!
She was clearly putting on an act!
With that thought, she didn't expose Feng Wuxia. Instead, she threw herself into Feng Wuxia's arms, as if meeting a savior, speaking with emotion and grievance:
"Second sister, thank goodness I escaped death to see you again. Eldest sister bullied me—you have to help me."
In that instant, most of the pig dung on Feng Wuxie smeared onto Feng Wuxia's clothes, the stench spreading everywhere…
Feng Wuxia's originally gentle and serene expression shifted in an instant!
Feng Wuxie watched her reaction and laughed coldly inwardly—
The original owner had always been simple-minded, with people openly and covertly plotting against her life. Now, though the soul had been replaced, the danger was even greater than before.
If those people hadn't been going all out against that fool before, then once they learned she was no longer a fool… they would surely eliminate her without mercy.
Better to stay put, play the fool, and see clearly what Chimera and Specters lurked within this Feng Manor!