When Yun Zheng regained consciousness, she found herself in a mysterious space.

When she saw the scene clearly, she was suddenly stunned, because the scene of her previous life appeared in front of her, which was an ancestral hall of an ancient martial arts family.

She was about to take two steps when she was suddenly tripped by something, and the next moment she let out a baby-like cry.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

Yun Zheng noticed something unusual and immediately looked at her hands.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and her hands turned into white, tender, chubby little hands, which were obviously the hands of her infant in her previous life.

At this moment, an old man's majestic voice sounded from behind her, "Is this the doll you picked up from the depths of the jungle?"

"Yes, father," another young voice said, "I've calculated that she and I are destined to be together. I plan to raise her."

Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat and her body stiffened slightly. She slowly turned her head and looked upwards, only to see a short-haired old man with white hair leaning on a cane. He had a long and narrow face. He seemed to notice that Yun Zheng was looking at him. He lowered his head and his eyes fell on her as sharp as an eagle's.

The old man said coldly: "Then you can keep it."

He said it nonchalantly, as if it was no different from raising a kitten or a puppy.

"Thank you, father."

The person who spoke was a man in his thirties or forties. He had a square face and a noticeable scar on his brow bone. He was wearing a black robe with the word "cloud" embroidered on the cuffs. He looked very fierce.

After the white-haired old man left with his crutch, the square-faced man squatted down and picked up Yun Zheng with an expressionless face.

His big palm with thick calluses patted Xiao Yunzheng's back from time to time.

He lowered his eyes to look at her. Little Yunzheng had big eyes that seemed to be filled with starlight as she looked at him. Her mouth was small but rosy, and her little face was white and tender, making it hard for people to dislike her.

"Who threw this beautiful child out..." He murmured with emotion, "Let me give you a name, let's call you..."

He didn't know why, but these two words suddenly popped up in his mind: "Yun Zheng."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." Xiao Yunzheng danced with joy when she heard that, and seemed very satisfied with the name given by the square-faced man.

"From now on, I, Yun Tianlan, will be your father."

A hint of smile appeared on Yun Tianlan's fierce appearance, but it quickly disappeared. He was seen holding her while walking towards the clan's ancestral hall.

Along the way, Yun Zheng kept staring at Yun Tianlan's face, her eyes slightly red, and she couldn't help but shed tears while laughing.

With a "plop" sound, tears fell on the man's arm. He looked sideways at her and raised his rough fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of Xiao Yunzheng's eyes.

He sighed softly, "Little Yun Zheng."

"Don't cry casually in the future."

"You can shed tears for your loved ones, but not for your enemies. To your enemies, it's a sign of cowardice and surrender. To your loved ones, tears can be a source of strength, but they can also be the sharpest weapon."

"This is the first principle I taught you. Do you understand?"

Yun Zheng nodded, looked straight at him, and forced a smile through her sobs. She raised her hand to touch his face...

"Pah—"

The scene changed, and she, who was only four or five years old, was slapped hard.

With a loud bang, Xiao Yunzheng was thrown onto the table and chairs, and her forehead hit the corner of the table hard. In an instant, bruises and swelling appeared, and blood was faintly flowing out.

The white-haired old man said with a grim expression, "You disaster star! If you hadn't gone to the ancestral temple and touched that taboo, how could our Yun family lose to the Ning family?!"

In China, there is a hidden clan land with two major cultivation families, namely the Xuanshu Yun family and the Guwu Ning family.

The two tribes compete every ten years to try to divide more cultivation resources.

The little girl's delicate face was stained with blood, and her forehead was bruised and swollen. She crawled anxiously to the white-haired old man.

She wanted to explain, "Master, it's not like that..." That wasn't something harmful, it was another secret technique for cultivation - pupil technique.

Before she could finish, she was hit hard on the back by a crutch.

"ah--"

The little girl's scream suddenly rang out, accompanied by the sound of her back breaking. The little girl convulsed in pain and lay on the ground, unable to get up.

"Master..." The little girl's face suddenly turned pale. She raised her red eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were filled with hope. She spoke with difficulty and tears in her voice, "I... am not a disaster star!"

The tribesmen in the hall watched coldly, and even secretly cheered in their hearts that the fight was well done.

How could a bastard without any Yun family bloodline master more profound arts than them? She was only five years old.

The white-haired old man seemed exhausted and said in a deep voice, "There's no point in talking any more. Get out of the Yun family! You will never be allowed to set foot in the Yun family again!"

The little girl's body stiffened, her expression was dull, and the hope in her eyes was cruelly extinguished.

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

"As an abandoned girl from an ordinary Fan family, it is a great honor for you to come to our Yun family to eat and drink for five years. Hahaha..."

"Yun Tianlan doesn't want you, the disaster star, anymore!"

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At this moment, a tall shadow enveloped her, and the voices in the hall stopped abruptly.

A big hand with thick calluses stroked the little girl's back, and she felt a wave of numbness, which relieved the pain.

"Father." The little girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The square-faced man was half-kneeling, staring sharply at the white-haired old man. An inexplicable sense of oppression swept across the entire lobby.

Under the shocked gaze of the white-haired old man, Yun Tianlan spoke slowly.

"I, Yun Tianlan, rebelled against the Yun family."

"You are doing this for this bastard..." the white-haired old man said angrily.

"She is my daughter. Thank you for raising me. If it weren't for your kindness, I'm afraid I would be..."

The man opened his mouth expressionlessly and said three words.

The white-haired old man's pupils suddenly dilated, and a feeling of fear surged in his heart. He was angry and shocked, and staggered unsteadily.

Yun Tianlan lowered his head and carefully picked up the little girl. With a strong aura, he walked out of the hall step by step.

At this moment, the little girl nestled in Yun Tianlan's arms, her tone indescribably mature as she slowly said, "I finally know the truth. It turns out... Daddy, you've always been by my side."

The question she had previously puzzled about was finally answered. Why had her father, Yun Tianlan, treated her so well in her previous life, and even willingly betrayed the Yun family for her? It turned out...

Yun Tianlan is Yun Junyue.

In Yun Tianlan's body, Yun Junyue's soul consciousness gradually awakened. However, once it fully awakened, Yun Tianlan's body would die.

She didn't know how her father Yun Junyue had come to China many years before her.

Yun Tianlan seemed to sense something and looked at her.

At that moment, the picture was like a mirror shattering layer by layer.

All illusions were shattered.