The fortune teller continued.

"Furthermore, although those chosen ones also have extraordinary luck, they are granted permission by the core of the world, which is equivalent to having a wide-open back door for them."

“But you are different. On your journey to defy fate, the core of the world will not protect you.”

"Heaven will not tolerate you for plundering fortune, and you will be tainted with very heavy karma, making your path of cultivation increasingly difficult."

"However, I will do my best to help you, at least in the early stages, to shield you from the world's core attention."

Tu Longjian nodded solemnly.

Having received Tu Longjian's assurance, the fortune teller finally felt relieved and spoke:

"I'm now trying my best to help you regain your body's memories."

"The timeline has been altered. The restored memories are from the body's previous life; this life is the second time, and the events in those memories cannot be changed."

"Because it is the memory of another soul, the relevant memory can only be activated when it encounters the chosen one."

"You have already encountered the chosen one, Gan Xiuming, and the relevant memories have been activated."

Tu Longjian's vision went dark, and she was overwhelmed by jealousy and sadness. Memories flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

The original owner of this body, Liu Yao, was framed by her younger brother Liu Hao and forced into prostitution, leaving her truly homeless.

Liu's father secretly met with her, hoping she would commit suicide to preserve her reputation for chastity.

The original owner was not the kind of chaste and virtuous woman. Although her situation was tragic, she did not want to die like that.

Unfortunately, the brothel colluded with officials and businessmen, leaving her, a respectable woman, with no way to report the matter to the authorities.

So she fawned over everyone in the brothel, struggling to survive while lying in wait for an opportunity to escape.

Until that day, she met the refined and gentlemanly Gan Xiuming.

He was impeccably dressed and exuded warmth, making him stand out from the other patrons.

She thought this was her salvation, so she begged him to redeem her and go with him.

Gan Xiuming accepted all comers.

However, he was surrounded by women, and the original owner was just one of them. Because he came from a brothel, he was repeatedly bullied.

Although the original owner was jealous and heartbroken, compared to what she had experienced before, she could only comfort herself by being content.

But she never expected that Gan Xiuming would go to a cultivation sect to become an apprentice. He had good talent and became an outer disciple.

Before she was dumped, she used their past relationship to beg for a chance to have her spiritual root tested.

Unexpectedly, it is a rare and exceptional spiritual root!

From the mud, it has risen to the top and become a phoenix.

She was praised to the skies, yet she never forgot to diligently cultivate herself.

Gan Xiuming often came to visit, and remembering the kindness he had shown in the past, the original owner did not refuse him.

When she woke up the next morning, she was back in the mud.

It was as if it were all a dream. The crowd looked at the prostitute who had gone to great lengths to find out that her spiritual root was useless with disdain, as if they were watching a clown.

Gan Xiuming was different from the one in the dream; he had become a Heavenly Spiritual Root!

In the end, however, she became a furnace.

My memory ends here.

Tu Longjian stroked his chin and said:

"Was her Heavenly Spiritual Root stolen by Gan Xiuming?"

The fortune teller nodded and said:

"Although we didn't see what method was used, based on the fluctuations in their fortune lines, it's clear they were robbed."

"I traveled back to before I met him, but why am I already a useless person?" Tu Longjian asked, puzzled.

"The timeline has been reset; you have simply traveled to the beginning of time."

"The outcome is already decided. Your destiny as a Heavenly Spiritual Root has been plundered, so you are now a useless spiritual root."

"The same applies to other good fortune that has been plundered."

"I see!"

Tu Longjian exuded a chilling aura and a fierce fighting spirit, almost tangible.

In the swaying carriage, Gan Xiuming and Fang Milu were startled awake from their slumber. They looked around in surprise and vigilance, their gazes finally settling on Tu Longjian.

Tu Longjian gradually suppressed his aura, stretched lazily and elegantly like a cat, and smiled gently:

"What's wrong? Why are you all staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

She seemed to have undergone some subtle changes, her breathing became more controlled and her acting skills were even more refined.

Gan Xiuming smiled and looked at her with eyes that could drown a person:

"No, you are as beautiful as jade, but you are feeling a bit chilly, and I'm worried you might catch a cold."

Tu Longjian looked back with tender affection, his smile radiating irresistible charm:

"Thank you for your consideration, young master. Chunxiang is a little cold and didn't want to disturb Young Master Gan and Miss Fang."

Actually, she was so disgusted by the cheesy romance that her scalp tingled.

It's just a battle of acting skills between two guys who are both into air-conditioned rooms, isn't it? Let's see who acts better.

Gan Xiuming frowned slightly, but quickly increased the intensity of his tenderness and affection, secretly trying to surpass Tu Longjian.

Tu Longjian refused to give up and continued to increase the stakes.

Gan Xiuming felt something was off, but his male instinct to compete first in any place began to kick in.

What a joke! In the realm where he excels at manipulating emotions, how could he allow anyone to surpass him?

So the two of them fought back and forth, but their faces showed affection as they gazed at each other, as if the atmosphere was ambiguous and tense.

Fang Milu couldn't sit still any longer. She gritted her teeth, looked at Tu Longjian, then at Gan Xiuming, and angrily and jealously bit her handkerchief.

However, no matter how she tried to interrupt, the two of them were like fighting cocks who refused to leave the ring.

They each offered a few words of comfort to her, then continued to gaze deeply into each other's eyes, as if they were about to fall in love at first sight.

After watching for a while, she actually felt a little numb, and even doubted that she was an important part of their love affair.

Just like when I used to see young couples being affectionate in restaurants regardless of the occasion, I felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Fang Milu turned her head away, not daring to look again.

What to do? The Gan-gege she's liked since childhood looks kind of disgusting right now, sob sob...

Tu Longjian caught a glimpse of Fang Milu's gaze out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly relaxed, smilingly lowering his head to play with his phone.

The browser search result is: How to save someone with a love-struck mind.

Unfortunately, she didn't find many satisfactory suggestions. So she decided to improvise!

That's right. After reading many novels, she noticed that harem-style romance novels always have many women around the protagonist.

In male-oriented novels, they might be jealous, or they might be coaxed into peaceful coexistence, or they might even willingly dig for wild vegetables;

In some female-oriented novels, she is still a brainless and vicious female supporting character.

She doesn't particularly hate vicious women, but she hates women who are mindlessly vicious for the sake of men.

As for Long Aotian building a harem and acting like an emperor, she was also unhappy about it.

Since her fate was already so bleak, she completely let go of her worries, like someone with a terminal illness, and would destroy anything that displeased her.

Moreover, Xiaoyi (the fortune teller) told her that changing the destiny trajectory of the chosen one could weaken the defenses of destiny, making it easier for her to seize destiny.

Let the harem of the arrogant dragon be empty, with only her, this black-hearted beauty, haha.

Can a harem without people still be called a harem?

She successfully disgusted Long Aotian's childhood sweetheart so much that she couldn't look him in the eye. She's amazing! I'll reward myself by playing games for an hour!

Tu Longjian turned to the side, covering his fingers with his sleeve, and poked around on the transparent phone.

Although all the games have become single-player, at least they're still playable, which is the only good thing that damn system brings her.