This time, Chen Changan's identity was that of an illegitimate son whom his Lineage despised.
His status was even lower than that of the family's servants.
As lowly as a dog!
Even the room he lived in was the shabbiest one.
For more than ten years, the only one who had stayed by his side through thick and thin was the maid who followed him around.
The plot was terribly cliché, but Chen Changan didn't care about any of that. The only thing he was concerned about now was what aspect of his character this identity was supposed to test.
Repaying evil with kindness?
According to the original owner's memories, people in this world should be able to cultivate.
However, this didn't seem to be a very advanced world. Chen Changan even felt it was inferior to the Great Profound Realm.
The strongest person in the Chen Family was a Xiantian Realm expert.
Just reaching the Xiantian Realm made someone the strongest person within a few hundred kilometers.
The original owner didn't know much about cultivation. He had only occasionally heard others mention a little about it.
Houtian martial artists and Xiantian martial artists—that was all he knew.
But from Chen Changan's perspective, that level of strength was truly pathetic.
Whatever he had to face next, cultivation could only be a good thing.
After all, only strength would allow Chen Changan to face whatever might happen next.
Chen Changan sat up on the bed and closed his eyes, preparing to cultivate.
However, Yu Chengan wasn't about to let Chen Changan cultivate so easily.
This body couldn't absorb any energy at all. In other words, it had Severed Meridians.
Unable to cultivate, Chen Changan was nothing more than a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.
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