"Among the three thousand worlds, I am the ruler!"

- Yun Zhen

On the continent of Yun Jing, like a forest of flames.

"Ah——"

In the dead of the pitch-black night, a sharp and mournful female shriek suddenly cut through the silence, startling the spirit beasts in the forest into a flurry of startled flight.

"Yun Zhen, if there is anyone to blame, it's your unfortunate fate!"

"Men, throw her off the cliff and let her taste the flavor of helpless freefall!"

Under the dim light, one could vaguely see a woman in white gripping a thorny whip. Along the grooves of the whip, drops of fresh blood slid down one by one, falling into the moist soil.

At the woman’s back stood dozens of shadow guards, making her seem like a celestial body surrounded by countless stars.

The shriek just now was from a girl laying on the ground, struggling painfully. She was dressed in a blood-soaked robe, the blood and dirt marring her face.

The bloody robe was whipped out of shape by the thorny whip, revealing skin that was bloody and turned inside out, a sight so grotesque it made one gasp.

Then, two shadow guards obeyed the order, and with a kick, sent her off the cliff——

"Su…” The girl's unfinished words were drowned out by the wind.

Seeing this, the woman in white could not hide her malicious grin. The waste known as Yun Zhen is finally dead under her watch!

With this annoying wench gone, her heart felt a whole lot lighter.

"Hahaha..."

The mad laughter of a woman resonates at the edge of the cliff for a long time.

The following day...

Cloud Zither struggles to open her weary eyes, a glimmer of faint light falls into them, allowing her to barely clear the view in front of her.

She seems to be at a stream at the bottom of the cliff, her lower body is soaked in the water and the upper body is laying on the riverside.

No wonder she vaguely heard the 'pattering' sound of the water when she was unconscious!

Before she could question, she felt a severe throbbing pain in her head. She released a whimper from the pain. Suddenly, a series of images flashed in her mind one by one.

The continent of Cloud Zither, the Chu Nation, the waste daughter of the Yun Mansion, Cloud Zither, who recently experienced the grief of her fiancé breaking off their engagement. Her best friend, Su Rong, invited her to this barren forest 'to let the hostess relax'...

This invitation turned out to be a death sentence!

Attacked from the back, brutally tortured, ridiculed, and finally pushed off a cliff!

One after another, such incidents were like deep-seated hatred.

In this world, the strong are respected. The whole continent's population possesses the ability to cultivate spiritual power, but the original hostess was a 'peculiar' one, incapable of cultivation.

Nonetheless, the hostess possessed a beauty that could overturn nations, rumored to bear a striking resemblance to her missing mother.

The Yun Mansion, an alien-surnamed royal mansion of the Chu Nation, was at the height of its glory more than ten years ago. But now, it's seen a declined state.

If it weren't for the elderly Yun King insisting and clinging on, the Yun Mansion would have no place in the Chu Nation and would have been tread upon by others.

The current generation in the Royal Yun Residence consists of only the original owner and her aunt, Yun Miao.

Yun Miao had been in a coma due to poisoning for seven years, causing her betrothal to be annulled!

Both aunt and nephew's marriages had been terminated, leading to a significant loss of face for the Royal Yun Residence.

"Susu Rong!"

Yun Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, the searing pain from her wounds made her relive the brutal torment she had experienced. Susu Rong's gleeful and malicious expression was etched in her mind, which she couldn't shake off.

She deeply resonated with the original owner's sorrow and blood-curdling resentment!

"Now that I've taken over your body, I will take good care of your family and—— I will deal with each and every person who has wronged you!"

Just as she was preparing to stand up, a faint 'drip-drop' sound came from behind her. She turned and looked back, alert.

In the distance, a vague figure was barely visible. As soon as she saw it, she was immersed in the strong light of the Ziwei Star.

"The Ziwei Fate Wheel!" Yun Zhen expressed a bit of surprise.

This was her first encounter with the Ziwei Fate Wheel depicted in ancient books.

In her past life, she possessed mysterious pupils that could see through others' fate wheels. Unexpectedly, she still had them after being reborn in this body which was also named Yun Zhen.

However, according to the memories of the original owner, her mystical pupils had not yet awakened.

Yun Zhen was quite curious about this and naturally wanted to go closer to study more about this person, who possesses this fate wheel. She struggled to stand up with the stream water up to her knees, and proceeded with a slow yet firm step.

This person, who possesses the unprecedented Ziwei Fate Wheel from ancient times, was the top figure in their respective field. Each of them was deeply cherished by the heavens.

She was quite curious about it.

In a short while, she had walked to a spot about ten meters away from the purple glowing light. The intense glow almost made it impossible for her to open her eyes.

Suddenly, a powerful force pulled her over.

Her wrist was grabbed by a cold, large hand, the strength of which almost crushed her bones.

"Who are you?" A deep voice carrying a touch of coldness rang out, giving people chills.

Yun Zheng:!

The intense purple light shrouded him, making it impossible for her to see his face. However, merely based on the voice, she could imagine an incredibly handsome man.

In her previous life, she could easily close her Mystic Eyes, but now, no matter how much she blinked, it did not work!

Feeling the man's growing killing intent, she realized she had been careless. The only choice now was to—act!

She raised her head and looked around in a blind manner, her voice carrying a touch of delight, "Er Dan, my lord, is it you?"

"Is it night time now? Why can't I see you?”

"Er Dan, you have no idea, those rogue cultivators are simply inhuman! They bullied me, a powerless weak woman, and even pushed me off a cliff!"

Yun Zheng said a lot in one breath, and then began to sob with her shoulders shaking.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't squeeze out any tears, so she could only droop her head and sob pitifully.

When the man heard the word 'Er Dan', a twitch at the corner of his mouth was unavoidable, and after listening to her subsequent words, he was taken aback.

If it weren't for this woman having no spiritual power at all, and her body full of wounds, he would probably twist her head off the very first moment his eyes opened.

"Can you truly not see?" The dangerous tone slipped into his words.

Upon hearing this, Yun Zheng's filthy, little face lost all color in an instant, her eyes vacant. She jerked in a futile attempt to free herself from Rong Shu's grip.

"You...you're not Er Dan! Who are you?"

After Yun Zheng spoke, her eyes suddenly gleamed with a flicker of purple light that wafted away, allowing her to faintly make out a shadowy figure.

Slowly, she began to identify...

A man with jet-black hair down to his shoulders, a cold demeanor, and an upright posture, like an orchid in full bloom or a radiant moon against the clear sky. There was an indescribable nobility and elegance about him. His thin lips were tinged red and slightly pursed, and his deep eyes were mysterious yet carried a startling sense of danger.

He was chilly yet repressed, unspeakably alluring.

Without showing a hint of emotion, he somehow made everything around him dull and lifeless.

Yun Zheng's bright eyes flashed a hint of amazement, but it was immediately caught by the man.

Rong Shu's anger flared slightly. How dare she toy with him? He clenched his hand around Yun Zheng's neck, forcefully.

Yun Zheng: "......" It was just her luck that her dark pupils chose this very moment, when his defenses were at their lowest, to recover. Was this not the perfect recipe to attract hatred?

Yun Zheng struggled desperately, but without any spiritual power, how could she break free?