Chapter 1

"Little slut, learning to seduce men at such a young age, you're a born whore!"

When Ye Chongshuo regained consciousness from the suffocating sensation of being compressed through time and space, he heard a cacophony of voices.

His subconscious told him that he detested the owner of this voice.

"Do you want to eat? Hmph, just watch what happens to this little brat, hahahahahaha..." The voice echoed again in his chaotic mind, and a sharp pain shot through his body, causing him to faint once more.

However, in the darkness, Ye Chongshuo's consciousness did not completely fall asleep. He gradually sorted through the sudden influx of information in his mind and realized a fact that left him utterly frustrated.

He seemed to have been transported to another world.

A world called the Primordial Spirit Realm, and his current body was that of a twelve-year-old boy with no cultivation at all, who seemed to be a servant in some family.

Before this, he was a demigod-level sword saint in another world, the continent of Xiuya, just one step away from the divine realm, standing at the pinnacle of the entire continent. But just as he was about to break through to the divine realm, his archenemy, the archmage Augustus, who should have died at his hands, suddenly appeared and ambushed him, using some unknown spatial law to exile him to the edge of the universe.

Then, he unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of this twelve-year-old boy.

Fatherless and nameless, he had been picked up by the Qian family's head steward as a child and had lived a life of exploitation and servitude in the Qian family since he could remember. Now, he was being beaten to death by the young master for secretly delivering a meal to the punished young lady.

But perhaps it was precisely because of this that Ye Chongshuo had a chance to be reborn.

After sorting out these thoughts, Ye Chongshuo's mind gradually cleared, and as his senses returned, every cell in his body seemed to cry out in pain, except for his head, which was resting on something soft, making him feel slightly better.

He struggled to open his eyes.

This was the Qian family's dungeon, damp and dark, with a musty smell permeating the air. Not far from him, several bowls and plates lay scattered, the food spilled on the ground.

He was wearing a servant's clothes, stained with his own blood and the young master's shoe prints, looking tattered and worn.

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

This girl was only about eleven or twelve years old, with a delicate face, but her complexion was yellowish due to malnutrition, and her body was very thin, not because of her constitution but because she had rarely had a full meal.

Ye Chongshuo recalled that this girl, dressed in tattered servant's clothes and with a frail body, was the only daughter of the Qian family!

Why had the young lady fallen to such a pitiful state? The reason was simple—she was the child of the family head and a maid, conceived in a moment of drunkenness. From birth, she was destined to never receive the treatment due to a true young lady.

Illegitimate children were a great taboo for the family, directly affecting the head's status. When her identity was exposed at the age of three, the head's wife had her mother killed. If not for the head's lingering affection, who pleaded with the wife to recognize her as a legitimate daughter, she too would have met a tragic end.

Though she was spared the death penalty, she could not escape a life of suffering. From the time the original owner of this servant's body could remember, the young lady had endured all kinds of abuse and torture from the wife. As the young master grew up, he too took pleasure in tormenting her. They never even gave her a name, calling her "girl" like a servant, and her treatment was often worse than that of a servant.

Today, the young lady had only failed to carry a full basket of firewood, and she was locked in the dungeon again. Seeing her, who had not eaten for days, about to be tortured, the original owner of this body could not bear it and secretly brought her some leftover food from the kitchen. Unfortunately, he was caught by the young master and beaten to death.

Ye Chongshuo sighed inwardly at the girl's tragic fate and struggled to sit up from her lap. Her body was already weak, and kneeling for so long to serve as a pillow must have been exhausting.

Ye Chongshuo temporarily ignored the young lady, who had no real connection to him, and first sealed several important meridian points to stop the bleeding. He then began to examine his current body.

To his surprise, this nameless young servant had an extremely talented body!

Without mentioning anything else, just the spirit gate through which this young boy absorbed the essence of heaven and earth was as large as a bowl. Such talent would be considered a prodigy even in the Xiuya continent.

Do even the servants in this world have such cultivation potential? Does this mean there are more powerful individuals in this world than in the Xiuya continent? Ye Chongshuo couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

As he was lost in thought, the girl's actions caught his attention. She squatted on the ground, picking out the relatively clean parts of the spilled food and placing them in her hand. Then she stood up and offered the food to Ye Chongshuo...

Is this... for me to eat?

Even with Ye Chongshuo's extensive experience, he couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion. He couldn't understand how, after enduring so much unjust suffering, she could still care for others. For most people, it would be difficult not to harbor hostility towards the entire world.

Even after living for a thousand years, Ye Chongshuo had never met someone like her.

He then remembered that the young lady had always been like this, never complaining no matter how much she suffered, silently enduring and gratefully accepting any kindness shown to her.

Ye Chongshuo noticed her red, exposed knees through the hole in her pants and saw the apologetic look in her eyes, shaking his head inwardly.

Being too kind can sometimes be fatal.

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

She made a series of broken sounds, pointing to his shocking wounds, and offered the food to him again.

Ye Chongshuo felt puzzled, pinched her thin cheeks, and used his little finger to press her jaw, making her open her mouth...

Ye Chongshuo was stunned. Her mouth contained only half a tongue?

The cut was extremely neat, clearly the result of a deliberate act, and the person responsible was obvious to Ye Chongshuo.

No wonder there was no memory of the young lady speaking. How dare they!

Perhaps Ye Chongshuo himself didn't notice, but the personality and wishes of the dead boy were subtly influencing him...

Bang!

With a loud noise, the dungeon door was broken open again, and the Qian family's young master, belching contentedly, swaggered in.

"Little slut, does your little man's corpse stink yet? How about I come and play with you again, eh?"