What If I Turn Against the Whole World!

Facing the surrounding venomous words and disgusted gazes, Qing He showed neither anger nor rage, her eyes simply revealing a faint helplessness and sorrow.

Having grown up in a pleasure house since childhood, she was already accustomed to scenes like this, having encountered situations far worse than this. To say she did not care was impossible, but what use was caring? Could it change her past?

That being said, what did the Qing He of the past, the current her, or even the future her have to do with these people in the slightest? She did not even know these people; how dare they speak of Qing He like this?

Yet people were just like this: when an existence originally floating in the clouds, whom they had to look up to, suddenly plunged into the mud, they did not mind stepping on her a couple of times. This was simply because they originally felt inferior in front of this person, and through ridicule and abuse, they merely wanted to find a shred of superiority.

After all, the former Qing He had been high and mighty in front of them, even completely out of reach. Now, abruptly discovering that, oh, she was actually such a person, they immediately felt tall and lofty themselves—did they not even have the right to hurl a couple of curses at her? After all, she was a lowly woman hailing from a pleasure house.

This damn thing was simply a manifestation of inferiority; truly strong people never sought a sense of superiority in other people.

A disciple of Sect Leader Duan, immaculate and pure in the Tian Yin Sect, and a lowly woman hailing from a pleasure house—two completely contrasting identities were simultaneously present on Qing He at this moment. Many people felt conflicted and tormented,