But the original owner of this body had managed to degrade herself into a groveling sycophant, humbled to the very dust!
As the jewel in the palm of Lin Yi’s hand—the Sect Master of the Mystic Sword Sect—
She could have enjoyed wealth and glory, residing in a resplendent, spacious, and comfortable grand bedchamber.
She could have had four dashing and formidable senior brothers—the male leads of the story—who doted on her with unwavering care, cradling her in their palms like a precious treasure.
But what did she do instead?
She threw away her identity as the Sect Master’s daughter!
She abandoned a life of comfort and luxury!
She ignored the four devoted senior brothers!
All for the sake of a scumbag, she stubbornly insisted on severing her father-daughter relationship with her own father?
That scumbag was none other than Murong Mo, the Peak Master of Ink Cloud Peak.
He was also the crimson mole on the hearts and the moonlight in the palms of the few female disciples within the Mystic Sword Sect.
Not only did he possess an unparalleled, breathtakingly handsome countenance—like a banished immortal who had strayed into the mortal world, untouched by dust and utterly transcendent—he also commanded a top-tier cultivation level.
The original owner was dead set on becoming Murong Mo’s disciple. Lin Yi naturally refused at first.
But he couldn’t withstand the original owner’s threats of suicide!
And with Murong Mo reluctantly relenting out of respect for the Sect Master’s face…
In the end, the original owner got her wish and became Murong Mo’s Direct Disciple.
But after being brought back by Murong Mo, she was dumped directly into this shabby courtyard, no different from discarded trash.
What was most infuriating was…
The original owner hadn’t sought apprenticeship for cultivation, sword training, or self-improvement at all.
She just wanted to see every single day—Murong Mo’s face, the one that haunted her dreams and consumed her thoughts!
And she’d listened to a few venomous instigations from Murong Mo’s second disciple—her so-called second senior sister—Sun Yanran, the female lead of the story, a woman of deep scheming.
She was like someone drugged with a love potion, spending every day devising ways to crawl into Murong Mo’s bed?
Day in and day out, racking her brains—delivering soup and medicine, making late-night visits—she pulled out all eight hundred and eighty-eight tricks in her arsenal!
Three whole years!
Over a thousand days and nights!
She’d attempted it a staggering one thousand eight hundred times!
And the result?
Rejected every single time!
Failed every single time!
She was practically the most tragic record-holder of “failed bed-crawling attempts” in the history of the Mystic Sword Sect!
Not only did she fail to get what she wanted, but she also made Murong Mo increasingly disgusted and repulsed by her.
The chill gradually faded…
Lin Qianqian’s stiff body slowly regained full sensation.
She walked slowly to the dressing table, sat down on the chair, and let her gaze fall upon the mottled bronze mirror.
One look, and she was thoroughly startled, nearly jumping out of her chair!
She couldn’t help but curse inwardly:
“Damn… What kind of twisted aesthetic is this?”
The face in the mirror was caked with a thick layer of ghastly white powder—so pale it was terrifying, like makeup applied to a corpse, making it look utterly eerie and spine-chilling!
What on earth had the original owner been thinking?
How could her sense of aesthetics have warped to such a degree?
Unable to bear this ghostly appearance any longer, she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a modest hot spring bath in the adjacent room. It was like grabbing a lifeline.
She quickly rose, rushed over to the hot spring in three hurried steps, and without a second thought, jumped straight in.
The warm spring water was soothing, dispelling the chill from her body and washing away all her fatigue and frustration.
Lin Qianqian let out a comfortable sigh, fully enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.
After her bath, she took out a tender yellow magic robe from her storage bracelet and put it on. The soft silk clung to her body, incredibly comfortable.
The original owner of this body was—too foolish!
Just because her father disagreed with her taking Murong Mo as her master, she threw a tantrum and wanted to sever ties with her father, refusing to acknowledge him anymore.
For the sake of so-called self-esteem and stubbornness!
She even stubbornly refused to use the clothes, jewelry, Spirit Stones, and protective Magical Artifacts that her father had prepared for her since childhood, all stored in her storage bracelet.
Every single one of those items contained her father’s love and expectations for her!
Yet for the sake of a man who didn’t love her, she endured three years of hardship!
In the end, because of that ridiculous obsession, she froze to death in this icy snow—what was the point?
But now, since she had transmigrated into this body…
Not using what was available, not enjoying blessings when they came—that would be foolish!
Willingly suffering when one didn’t have to—that would be insane! She wasn’t going to do that!
After dressing properly, Lin Qianqian sat down in front of the dressing mirror once again.
This time, she carefully examined the woman in the mirror, and was directly stunned!
Heavens!
This…
Was this really her now?
It turned out that beneath the thick layers of powder and rouge, such a stunningly breathtaking face had been hidden!
She gently touched her delicate face with her hand, feeling the smooth, creamy texture.
Her skin was white as jade, so tender it seemed it could be broken by a breath, as if water would come out with a gentle pinch.
A pair of large, liquid eyes, like a startled fawn—clear and pure, with a hint of timidity, making one unable to resist wanting to cherish her.
A small, exquisite nose, perky and elegant.
A cherry-like small mouth, already luscious and alluring without any lip color, rosy and tempting.
The more Lin Qianqian looked, the more amazed she became. This appearance—probably even the fairies in heaven couldn’t compare to even a thousandth of her beauty, right?
She was simply an unparalleled beauty of the mortal world!!
Early morning, the sky was barely light, yet outside Ink Cloud Hall was already bustling with activity.