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The cold pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was like countless fine needles pricking densely all over the body.

The damp and moldy hay clung to the thin and worn-out coarse cloth, and the biting coldness penetrated into the bloodstream along the skin. The cold made the person's limbs stiff, and even the strength to open his eyes was almost completely drained away.

Cai Wenji struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, her hazy vision breaking through the darkness bit by bit.

There is no clear blue sky and white clouds in the Canyon of Kings above her head, no familiar red and blue buffs, no noisy laning battlefield, and no Hujia Qin that accompanies her every day.

There was a faint resonance in the soul. It turned out that at the moment of time travel, all the Hujia Qin melted and turned into a ray of rhythmic origin that melted into her own bones and became her unique musical fairy bone.

From then on, there was no harp in the physical body, and the sound waves were actuated solely by thoughts.

There was only an extremely dilapidated thatched house in sight.

The thatch on the roof is sparsely falling off, and there are thick cobwebs on the corners of the walls. There is shallow sewage accumulated in the pits of the yellow mud on the ground, exuding a damp and decaying earthy smell.

Strange, desolate, barren!

The completely unfamiliar world instantly destroyed all her original understanding.

Her head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and countless messy, sour, and humble memories crazily poured into her mind like a tide, forcefully pouring into her consciousness.

This is the Qingyun Cultivation World, the most marginal and barren Qingluo Mountains in the Eastern Territory.

At the foot of the mountain lies an inconspicuous small village, Caijia Village.

And her current identity is Cai Xiaoji, a useless orphan girl who is laughed at and despised by everyone in the village.

The original owner is fifteen years old this year. His parents are the most ordinary ordinary farmers in the village. They have been diligent and honest all their lives, living on the mountain and living hand to mouth.

Three years ago, in order to save money for the only boy in the family, his cousin, to study and become immortal, his parents ventured deep into the mountains to collect medicine. Unfortunately, they encountered a monster and both died.

After his parents passed away, he had no one to rely on, so the young original owner had no choice but to seek refuge with his closest uncles and aunts.

I thought they were close relatives of flesh and blood and could depend on each other for life, but I didn't know that people's hearts are cold and the world is hot and cold.

The uncle and aunt were greedy and mean. They took over the farmland, wooden house and all the meager savings left by the original owner's parents early on. Then they turned around and used the original owner who was still young and unable to resist as a free slave.

Washing, cooking, feeding pigs, chopping firewood, and farming, the most difficult and tiring work in the village, all fell on her alone.

Not having enough to eat, not having enough warm clothes to wear, being exposed to cold in the winter and being exposed to the sweltering heat, they have to work hard every day, year after year.

If you just endure hardship, you can survive.

The most fatal thing is that the original owner was born with incomplete five spiritual roots, broken spiritual roots, and disordered aura. He has a useless constitution that is at the bottom of the world of cultivation and is completely judged to be unable to cultivate immortality for life.

In the Qingyun world, where everyone is proud of cultivating immortals and respects spiritual energy, without spiritual roots and unable to introduce energy into the body, it is equivalent to complete destruction!

He is the biggest joke in the village and the target of wanton ridicule and humiliation by all his peers.

The children in the village teased her at will, and the outer disciples who came down from the sect casually despised her. Even her uncle and aunt cursed her every day for being a loser, a loser, and a waste.

This afternoon, the original owner, who was exhausted from days of hard work, was exhausted, slowed down his work a little, and was pushed to the ground by his arrogant aunt in public.

The back of his head hit the edge of the bluestone in the courtyard, and he died on the spot.

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