When Dongfang Mian woke up again, she was awakened by the cold rain. She forced her eyelids open and found that she seemed to have been thrown into a forest.
She was lying on the cold ground. The rain had turned the soil beneath her into mud, and with each breath she took, she inhaled the murky mud. The stench of decay and rot was nauseating.
A stinging sensation gradually spread from Dongfang Mian's back. She felt as if a large gash had been cut into her spine. Dongfang Mian was still unable to mobilize her spiritual energy, and she couldn't even sense the spiritual energy around her.
It seems that I have indeed been stripped of my bloodline, Dongfang Mian thought to herself.
With waves of dizziness in her brain and her limbs feeling cold and weak, it seemed that Dongfang Mian only had one path left: to lie here and wait for death.
Just then, a whooshing sound came from the air. Dongfang Mian felt a large foot stomping heavily on her back. A sharp pain shot through her wound, and Dongfang Mian tried to scream but could only manage a weak groan.
"What is that? It almost tripped the old man. Who killed someone with such low manners, just dumping the body in the middle of the road? Don't they have any sense of public morality?"
All Dongfang Mian could see were the newcomer's tattered straw sandals. Already half-dead, she was nearly killed by that loud shout.
Seemingly drawn by Dongfang Mian's barely audible moans, the newcomer squatted down and examined her closely. "Still alive. Her bloodline has been severed. Interesting."
You're the one who's interesting; your whole family is interesting.
Dongfang Mian was too weak to move her body, and even opening her eyes was a struggle. She could only feel the person touching her back, doing something she didn't know.
Dongfang Mian was terrified. "Could this creepy old man, whose appearance I don't even know, have some kind of weird fetish?"
After a while, the person seemed to have made up his mind. Dongfang Mian felt him put something into her wound. First, a cold sensation relieved the pain, and then a warm current surged into her heart.
Dongfang Mian felt that her injuries were being repaired rapidly, but this was followed by an intense, agonizing itching sensation, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at her heart, that spread throughout her body.
"It's fate that we met today. I'm giving you a chance; whether you survive depends on your own destiny."
After saying this, Dongfang Mian, who was being tormented by increasingly intense pain and itching, seemed to hear the person leaving.
But she no longer had the energy to think about these things; the intense pain seemed to be tearing her soul apart.
Just as Dongfang Mian felt her body and soul being torn apart, and she was about to fall back into endless darkness, a gentle spiritual energy flowed from the top of her head throughout her entire body.
"Alright, alright, I'll be a good man to the end. Keep these things safe. If you ever come to the Holy Land of the Divine Sect, come find me. My name is..."
Dongfang Mian tried hard to hear, but couldn't make it out. She only remembered the four words "Divine Sect Holy Land" and the slightly lewd voice before losing consciousness again.
When she finally came to her senses, the rain had stopped and it was already bright daylight. Dongfang Mian sat up nimbly and realized that all her injuries had healed.
My bloodline?
Dongfang Mian nervously used her mind to probe into her own body.
When she was a child, someone from the Dongfang family secretly taught her that the faint red spiritual energy in her body represented the fire attribute bloodline within her special bloodline.
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