Time and space shifted—the continent of Tianyun.
The once-clear sky was suddenly split by a deafening crack of lightning, its immense power tearing through the heavens, casting an oppressive weight over the land.
In the imperial capital of Tianyun, within the Moon Clan—one of the continent's five great noble families—
"...Ugh, it hurts." Yue Yinwan groaned, clutching her chest as she opened her eyes. She had been certain she was about to die just moments ago. So where was she now?
"Yue Yinwan, get your worthless self out here!" A woman's sharp voice rang from outside the door. Again? But this voice was unfamiliar—not Yue Shuqin or Yue Rushui.
With a loud *thud*, the door was violently flung open by a whip. Standing there was a stunning woman with fair skin, delicate arched brows, and naturally rosy lips. She wore a flowing red dress, cinched at the waist with a scarlet silk ribbon that fluttered in the wind, accentuating her slender figure. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with a golden hairpin that shimmered with obvious extravagance. Behind her stood a group of finely dressed young men and women, all exuding an air of nobility.
The woman gripped a whip that crackled with energy, lending her a fierce, martial aura.
"Elder Sister Yue, it seems that blind wretch Yue Yinwan is too scared to show her face. What else can you expect from a good-for-nothing? Heh." A woman in a yellow dress simpered, her tone dripping with sycophancy.
Once one spoke, others quickly joined in.
"Exactly! Being blind is bad enough, but she can't even cultivate! What a disgrace..."
"...How does she even have the nerve to keep living? If I were her, I'd have killed myself long ago!"
"Alive, she wastes air. Dead, she'd waste land. Half-dead, she just wastes gold and silver. How fitting."
Inside, Yue Yinwan listened to the insults but neither grew angry nor stepped out. Whether she stayed or left, she'd still be beaten—why bother? She had heard these taunts countless times before.
Seeing that Yue Yinwan refused to emerge, Yue Qingshui flicked her wrist, sending a crimson gale of energy hurtling toward her. Blind and powerless, how could Yue Yinwan possibly evade an attack from someone at the mid-stage of the Lingdong Realm? The force struck her, slamming her to the ground as blood spilled from her lips.
With another twist of her wrist, Yue Qingshui's whip coiled around Yue Yinwan's waist like a living thing, yanking her out of the room and tossing her onto the ground like a discarded rag.
"...Stop..." Yue Yinwan begged through the pain, but Yue Qingshui acted as though she hadn't heard, raising her whip again.
"Tch. Now you know your place. Should've come out when I called. Look at you—rolled out like the trash you are."
"You're nothing but a worthless wretch who only obeys after a beating."
"Yue-jiejie, beat this trash to death!"
"Yeah, what a disgrace to our noble family..." the crowd chimed in.
As Yue Yinwan listened to these words, a flood of unfamiliar memories suddenly surged into her mind—scenes just like this one! The torrent of recollections battered her skull, sending waves of unbearable pain through her head. Images of places she didn’t recognize, memories she didn’t recall, faces she’d never seen. In an instant, she realized—she wasn’t herself anymore! All she knew was that this place was called Tianyun Continent, this body was also named Yue Yinwan, her father was Yue Tianming, and her birth mother had passed away. She had been living alone here all this time. As for things like cultivation and immortal arts? She had no clue. And the one who had just beaten her was Yue Qingshui, a cultivator at the Agile Spirit stage.
The two of them were polar opposites—while Yue Qingshui was a prodigy in cultivation, Yue Yinwan was a once-in-a-century failure, not only useless but also blind, just like her.
Why?! Why did fate treat her like this? Why, even after being reborn, was she still the same? She refused to accept it! Yue Yinwan refused! Gritting her teeth, her pale face twisted with bitterness and sorrow, her expression desolate.
With a flick of Yue Qingshui’s right hand, the jeering voices fell silent.
"Yue Yinwan, blame your own incompetence for this. It’s not just me—everyone despises you. There’s no point wasting words on trash like you." Yue Qingshui’s voice was cold, dripping with disdain as she laid out the cruel truth.
"Consider yourself lucky today. I’m in a good mood, so I’ll let you off—for now. Let’s go." The group swept in and out just as quickly as they had arrived. The moment Yue Qingshui finished speaking, Yue Yinwan collapsed into unconsciousness—yet even then, her fists remained clenched tight.
