Chapter 1: "She" who traveled through the book lived a life of loneliness and humiliation. ...
Mu Fuyun found something wrong as soon as he woke up.
This was a small and simple room with dim light. Apart from a bed and an old bronze mirror with a candlestick, there were no other unnecessary decorations.
She had her long hair loose and wore a thin, bright red gauze dress that barely covered her body, revealing her curves faintly in the dim light.
——The simple and vulgar look made Mu Fuyun frown.
Outside the thin door that was not closed tightly, footsteps were heard coming from far away. A figure stopped outside the door, illuminated by the bleak moonlight, and its elongated shadow flowed in from the crack of the door.
The man slammed the door twice.
"Hey, Mu Fuyun, come out quickly, someone wants to take you down the mountain!"
Mu Fuyun frowned even more. Who dared to be so rude to her?
She moved her stiff body, stood up from the narrow bed, and her eyes inadvertently swept across the bronze mirror beside her.
In the dark yellow mirror, there was a strange face reflected. It was definitely not the face of Mu Fuyun on Yuya Mountain.
She was stunned, caught off guard by this sudden change.
Before she could think about it, the flimsy door panel had been pushed open from the outside. A yawning monk with an impatient look on his face strode in, glanced at Mu Fuyun, and without saying a word, grabbed her arm and walked out.
"Don't dawdle, the master is still waiting in the front hall!"
This man seemed to be accustomed to her outfit. He didn't even bat an eyelid and just kept walking forward cursing.
"Thank goodness you have a good sister who cares about you and even had the ability to get you out after her death. This is truly a blessing earned through several lifetimes."
——Good sister?
Mu Fuyun caught the word keenly and couldn't help but stretch out his free hand to touch his face.
A tearing pain came from the wrist. Looking down, there were several crisscrossing thin bloodstains across the white wrist, deep and shallow. A few drops of blood were still seeping out of the dark red that had already solidified.
Even though Mu Fuyun had a high level of cultivation and extensive knowledge, he was still unable to react for a moment - borrowing, resurrecting the soul through a corpse?
As soon as the thought came to mind, a voice as ethereal as falling clouds came from my mind.
[At the beginning of all things, the Great Dao was simple, but its evolution became increasingly complex. To cultivate the immortal path, one must endure the hardships of the world, experience what ordinary people cannot, and remain steadfast in the Dao, to ultimately achieve perfection.]
Mu Fuyun understood that this was a roundabout way of saying that her path to becoming an immortal was too smooth, without any difficulties or obstacles.
So, this is a test from heaven, to make her experience human sufferings that she has never experienced before?
The voice seemed to have heard her thoughts and laughed with relief.
Immediately, Mu Fuyun's mind had an additional memory that did not belong to her, which helped her understand the past and future of this new identity.
It turned out that she had entered one of the three thousand small worlds under the Heavenly Dao.
This is a book that is extremely vulgar.
The protagonist in the book has the same name and surname as her, but a different fate.
This Mu Fuyun is not only an ordinary and mediocre person, but also has a sister Mu Fuyue who is brilliant.
The two have the same father and mother, are three years apart in age, and look 80% similar, but their temperaments and experiences are completely different.
Mu Fuyue is lively, innocent and cheerful, and is also born with a sword body.
At the age of ten, she was brought into the Tianyan Sect by Qi Yuanbai, the traveling leader of the Tianyan Sect. She started as an outer disciple, and when she was sixteen, she became Qi Yuanbai's direct disciple. She was the little sister loved by everyone in the Tianyan Sect.
Mu Fuyun, on the other hand, not only has mediocre talent, but is also born with a furnace-cauldron physique, and can only be a stepping stone for others.
Having lived under the halo of her elder sister since she was a child, she developed a stubborn, introverted and sensitive character. She was a poor thing with no one loving her. At the age of sixteen, knowing that she had no hope of becoming an immortal, and unwilling to be a mortal all her life, she went her own way and entered the Hehuan Sect.
However, Mu Fuyun was probably born without a connection to the world of immortal cultivation. Even in a sect like the Hehuan Sect, which was considered to be a heresy by people of the righteous path, he still couldn't make it.
Four years later, he was still an unknown outer disciple of the Hehuan Sect.
Therefore, she should be in the Hehuan Sect now. Since she is an unknown disciple, how could she have the chance to be summoned by the Sect Master?
Mu Fuyun smoothed her long hair that was blown messily by the night wind, and smelled the inferior and pungent scent of incense emanating from her body. She couldn't help but frown and coughed lightly while covering her mouth and nose.
"Hurry up! The master doesn't have time to wait." The monk who was pulling her urged her again impatiently.
Mu Fuyun glanced at him, remembered what he had just said, "good sister", and immediately understood.
In the original book, "her" sister Mu Fuyue unfortunately died during an experience outside.
Before disappearing, she expressed her wish: she hoped to bring Mu Fuyun, her only living sister, back to the sect.
So, Mu Fuyun was taken away from the Hehuan Sect and entered the Tianyan Sect, which he had secretly fantasized about countless times in his heart.
During the days in Tianyan Sect, "she" knew that she was just a substitute for her sister, and that everyone gave her a place because of her fallen sister, but she was always willing to do so.
"She" lives such a lonely and humble life that a little kindness from others can make "her" give up all her self-esteem.
In particular, among these people, there is Chu Ye, the eldest brother of her sister in the Tianyan Sect and one of the sect leader's direct disciples, whom she has a secret crush on.
Until one day, "she" discovered that Chu Ye and other people not only used "her" as a substitute, but also used "her" as a tool to resurrect her sister.
It's too late to wake up, and you're already stuck in the quagmire and unable to escape.
At the end of the book, the poor Mu Fuyun had his soul cut open and thrown into the Forbidden Abyss, where he endured eighty-one thunder tribulations and had his soul devoured bit by bit by countless evil spirits.
At the moment before her soul dissipated, "she" watched helplessly as her body became the support for Mu Fuyue's resurrection.
And those who had hurt and used her only saw the reborn Mu Fuyue in their eyes, and let "her", their former substitute, turn into ashes.
In her previous life, Mu Fuyun was a rare talented female cultivator in the world of cultivation, who was only one step away from ascending to become an immortal. She couldn't help but feel sympathy and pity for this poor little thing.
At this moment, the vague thought just now appeared in my mind again.
[When the spirit palace is broken open, the soul leaves the body, and endures the tribulation of thunder, it is time to return to the right path and ascend to become an immortal.]
Mu Fuyun rolled her eyes speechlessly. Doesn't this mean that she must experience the original owner's ending before she can become her original self again and continue her unfinished journey of ascension?
...Okay.
Before she had time to think, the impatient monk had already brought her to the front hall and pushed her through the door with a strong push.
"Master, the person has been brought here."
"I understand. You can go down now."
A feminine male voice sounded from above his head. Mu Fuyun staggered to a stop. When he looked up, he saw a handsome and charming man in red standing on the steps not far away.
This should be Jieyou, the leader of the Hehuan Sect.
It was truly pitiful. Mu Fuyun had once been determined to join the Hehuan Sect, dreaming of making a name for herself. However, the past decade or so had already left her timid and self-deprecating. After four years in the Hehuan Sect, she remained unremarkable and had never even met the Sect Master.
Jieyou seemed to have not expected that she would look up at her so directly. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, smiled meaningfully, and turned to the young man beside her.
"The person has been brought here. Fellow Daoist Chu, please inspect the 'goods'. If there is no problem, you can take the person away."
The young man was dressed in green, with a long sword on his waist. He had a handsome appearance and a calm temperament. He should be Chu Ye, the eldest senior brother of Tianyan Sect.
Mu Fuyun recognized his identity at a glance.
Chu Ye came here in the middle of the night, probably to take her, Mu Fuyue's only remaining relative, away from the Hehuan Sect.
Disciples of the Hehuan Sect, unless they were the direct disciples of the Sect Master, were treated like goods and could be taken away as long as they were given enough spirit stones.
No wonder the other Mu Fuyun had secretly liked him for so many years.
He was obviously a cultivator from a decent sect. He seemed out of place in the Hehuan Sect, a place that others considered to be engaged in "evil ways", like a ray of sunlight shining through the darkness.
"She" has lived in a dark corner all her life, with no one paying attention to her. Of course, she will have different feelings towards the man who has always stood by her sister as a protector and later brought "her" out of the dark corner.
It’s a pity that this “gentleman” is not a true gentleman.
Chu Ye quickly glanced at Mu Fuyun with a cold and gloomy look, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Sect Leader Jie. There is no need to check. I will take my leave now."
"Please." Jieyou looked between the two of them, and with a twitch of his lips, he said ambiguously, "If you need anything in the future, please come again. Our sect has all kinds of furnaces and cauldrons, which will definitely help you improve your cultivation."
The Hehuan Sect practices dual cultivation and has always been bold in its style. Even the knowledgeable Mu Fuyun couldn't help but be amazed.
As a person of the righteous path, Chu Ye had no intention of concealing his contempt for this. Even the look he gave Mu Fuyun had a bit more fierceness. Only when his gaze touched her face, which was 70% similar to Mu Fuyue, did there be a slight change.
He frowned, clasped his fists slightly, said "goodbye" to Jieyou, and turned to leave.
After walking a distance, he stopped again when he saw that Mu Fuyun had not caught up with him. He impatiently swung out a black and shiny whip as thick as a child's arm and tightened it around Mu Fuyun's waist.
He said nothing, and really carried Mu Fuyun with one hand as if he was carrying a piece of "cargo", and flew out of the territory of Hehuan Sect on his sword.
The night wind was cool, but it became bitingly cold during the fast flight.
Mu Fuyun was blown so hard that she couldn't open her eyes. The thin red gauze on her body looked like she was not wearing anything, and it didn't block the wind at all.
Amidst the chaos, she looked up at Chu Ye, who was riding his sword neatly, and found him extremely annoying.
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