If it were before she transmigrated, Ah Jiang would have been beaten to death within ten blows, but even though her physique has greatly improved during this time, she still can't withstand such a beating.

Ah Jiang could no longer feel pain in his body; instead, his mind was working very fast. All the events of his two lifetimes flashed before his eyes.

These scenes failed to evoke any emotion in her; her mind seemed to be slowly becoming numb.

She was dying, and she suddenly had this realization.

The eyes opened and closed more and more slowly, and perhaps one moment they would never open again.

Ajahn found the darkness alluring, wanting her to return there, to find eternal peace, and to attain eternal slumber.

The First Madam leaned closer to her:

"Aren't you very powerful? Aren't you unconvinced? Do you think you're a descendant of Bai Ze and look down on us ordinary people? Do you think you're always right and that we're all schemers?"

The First Madam leaned forward, a radiant smile on her face.

"What's the use of being sharp-tongued? So what if you're a little clever? So what if you're slick and glib?"

"You are nothing in the face of absolute power and status."

"If I wanted you dead today, you would be dead today, you know that?"

"But you are still of some use, so you will not die. You should thank me and spend the rest of your life repaying my kindness."

What's the use of hope? What's the use of a curse?

Just like she said, cleverness and cunning are completely useless.

A dog that bites doesn't bark. In this mansion, the one who truly threatens to kill is the one who smiles the most harmlessly.

Her hair fell across her face, and her pale, trembling lips could not utter a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the punishment was finally completed.

As the First Lady said, A-Jiang did not die; he was left with a breath and was thrown into the ancestral hall.

She was breathing heavily, her eyelids were heavy, and she felt so sleepy that she could fall asleep at any moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Ah Jiang felt as if his soul had sat up from his body.

She transformed into her own form, floating in the air as if she had become a ghost, observing everything in the room from a third-person perspective.

This is a small and simple ancestral hall.

On the wall hung a picture of the mythical beast Bai Ze, and on the offering table were a few scattered memorial tablets.

There was an incense burner on the table, which looked like it hadn't been lit in a long time. There were no offerings of fruit or pastries.

This is an old, forgotten ancestral hall.

Ah Jiang looked inside his body and saw what seemed to be a faint figure slowly emerging from it.

Her soul form looked exactly like her physical body. She was the real Bai Chongjiang.

The two souls gazed at each other from afar.

The girl smiled gently at Ah Jiang and waved.

Then she looked at Bai Ze Tu and the memorial tablets. She found a low memorial tablet in the corner and, like a swallow returning to its nest, transformed into a beam of white light and flew inside.

Ah Jiang felt sorrow in her heart. The original owner's fragile soul had persisted until now, just to return to her mother's embrace.

Looking at Bai Nuan's memorial tablet, she felt deeply for her, but she was just a wandering soul from another world, and could no longer find her way home.

Just as she was feeling sorrowful, something changed inside the ancestral hall.

The return of the little girl's soul was like a spark that ignited a vast grassland, causing all the spirit tablets to tremble.

Countless streams of light flew out from the memorial tablet and converged on the Bai Ze painting.

The mythical beast on the white canvas gradually opened its eyes and slightly raised its head to look at Bai Chongjiang floating in mid-air.

Ah Jiang was so shocked by the scene that he was speechless.

The auspicious beast in the picture, resembling a deer, stretched its body and leaped into the air. A stream of light flew out of the picture and transformed into a beautiful woman with deer antlers.

The beauty was dressed entirely in white, her clothes simple yet elegant, adorned with animal skins and white fur.

It is tall and slender, lacking the curves of a woman or the masculinity of a man. Its face is slightly longer than normal, and its facial features are in different proportions, but it possesses a strange and harmonious beauty.

A Jiang couldn't tell whether it was male or female from its appearance, but he vaguely guessed its identity—the mythical beast Bai Ze.

At this moment, she was a little at a loss.

"Come down," it beckoned.

Ajahn's soul returned to his body, and he slowly opened his eyes.

With a flick of its hand, Ah Jiang felt his spiritual energy rapidly circulating, and wood-attribute spiritual energy continuously generated, instantly healing his injuries.