"You little lowlife, learning to seduce men at such a young age, truly a born cheap brat!"

When Ye Chongshuo recovered from the asphyxiation of time and space compression, a noisy voice came to his ears. Subconsciously, he was extremely disgusted with the owner of this voice.

"Want to eat? Hmph, keep a good look on this kid's fate, hahahahahahaha….." The voice again fuzzy entered the chaotic mind, a pang of intense pain spread throughout his body and he again fainted.

However, amidst the darkness, Ye Chongshuo's consciousness was not completely asleep. He gradually sorted out a pile of abrupt information in his mind, and suddenly discovered a frustrating fact.

It seemed he had transmigrated.

Transmigrated to a plane named the Yuanling Realm, and his present body was a twelve-year-old boy with no existence of cultivation, and he seemed to be a servant of some family. Before this, he was a demigod-level swordsman in another plane, the Xiya Continent, standing at the pinnacle of the entire continent, however, his archenemy a magician named August, who should have died under his hands, suddenly appeared, attacked unexpectedly, and he was banished to the end of the universe with a time-space rule unidentified.

And then, his spirit accidentally transmigrated into the body of this 12-year-old boy.

No parents, not even a name, picked up by the chief steward of the Qian family since he was young, living a life of a servant bearing severe exploitation in the Qian family since conscious; now, he was beaten to death by the young master because of secretly delivering a meal to the punished lady.

But perhaps because of this, Ye Chongshuo had the chance to be reborn.

After sorting out all this, Ye Chongshuo's brains gradually came to senses. As his senses gradually recovered, every cell of his body seemed to start sobbing, transmitting the torturing pain, except for the slightly comfortable place where the head was cushioned.

He opened his eyes with difficulty.

This is Qian's family’s dungeon, the air is damp, the environment is gloomy, everywhere is permeated with a musty smell. Not far from him, several bowls and dishes lay recklessly, and the food was scattered all over the ground.

And he is dressed in servant's clothes, stained with a lot of his own blood and the shoe prints of the young master on them, absolutely shabby.

A pair of delicate arms reached out from above his head, carefully bandaging his wounds with torn strips of cloth. It was only then that Ye Chongshuo realized that he was resting his head on a girl's knees.

The girl looked about eleven or twelve years old. Her face was pretty, yet her complexion was sallow due to malnutrition. She was very thin, not because of genetics, but because she had rarely eaten till she was full.

Upon recalling, Ye Chongshuo realized that this frail girl, dressed in tattered servant's clothes, was the only daughter of the Qian family!

Why would the family's daughter end up in such a pitiful state? The reason was simple - she was an illegitimate child, born from a momentary impulse of the family head and a maid. From birth, she was destined never to enjoy the treatment befitting a true young mistress.

Illegitimate children were a great taboo for the family, directly affecting the head of the family's status. Therefore, when her identity was revealed at the age of three, the mistress of the family persecuted her birth mother to death. If it wasn't for a shred of old affection the family head had, pleading for the mistress to grudgingly accept her as her own, she might well have met the same fate.

While she was spared death, she could not escape a life of torment. Ever since Ye Chongshuo took over this servant's body, he had seen the young mistress endure all sorts of abuse and torture from the mistress. Even the young master took pleasure in tormenting her as he matured. From young to old, they never even gave her a proper name, calling her "girl" just as you would call a servant, but her treatment was often less humane than a servant's.

Like today, she was thrown into the dungeon for merely carrying half a basket less of firewood. Seeing her about to be tortured, the original owner of his body could not bear it and stole some remnants of food from the kitchen to give to her. But the young master found out and beat him to death.

Ye Chongshuo felt a pang of pity for the girl's history, then managed to sit up with difficulty from her knee pillow. Her body was weak to begin with; kneeling for such a long time as his pillow must have been exhausting.

Ye Chongshuo temporarily ignored the young mistress, who wasn't really connected to him, and first sealed off a few vital points in his body to staunch the bleeding. Then, he started inspecting his current body.

To his surprise, this nameless servant boy had an excellent constitution.

Without saying anything else, just the spirit gate that this boy used to absorb spiritual energy from the world was the size of a bowl. This kind of talent, even in Xiu Ya continent, would be considered a known prodigy.

Did everyone, even servants, in this world have such cultivation constitutions? Were there more powerful beings in this world than in Xiu Ya continent? These thoughts caused Ye Chongshuo to fall into deep contemplation.

As he was lost in thought, the girl's action caught his attention: she squatted down, picked out the top layer of the rice and vegetables that seemed somewhat clean and placed it into the palm of her other hand. Then she stood up and offered the food to Ye Chongshuo...

Was she offering this food for him to eat?

Even with Ye Chongshuo's experience, his heart was slightly moved. He couldn't understand why a girl who had suffered so much could still care for others when it would have been more natural for her to harbor resentment against the world.

Even though he had lived for a millennium, Ye Chongshuo had never come across someone like her.

He then recalled that this lady had always been this way. No matter what kinds of grievances and tribulations she had to bear, she never complained. She endured them in silence and gratefully accepted any acts of kindness from others.

Unconsciously, Ye Chongshuo saw the redness on her knee revealed through the hole in her trousers, and the guilty look in her eyes. Immediately, he shook his head in his mind.

Being too kind, sometimes, only lead to one's own ruin.

Ye Chongshuo pushed her hand away, "No need, I'm fine. You should eat by yourself."

She let out "hmm hmm huh huh" mumbles, pointed at the shocking wounds on his body and pushed the dish of food towards him again.

Ye Chongshuo felt strange, advanced to pinch her thin cheek, his pinky resting on her jawline, making her involuntarily open her mouth...

Ye Chongshuo was shocked. She only had half a tongue?

The severed surface of the tongue was quite even, evidently a result of human intervention. Who could have done such a despicable act – Ye Chongshuo could guess it without even thinking.

No wonder he could not recall her ever speaking. Such an act was really too cruel!

Perhaps even Ye Chongshuo himself did not realise that the character and the desires of the deceased boy were subtly influencing him...

Boom!

With a loud bang, the dungeon door was broken open again. The son of the Qian family, swaggeringly walked in, burping pleasurably.

"Little wretch, has your little man's body started to stink yet? Big brother is here to keep you company, how about we play nice?"