What Is Wrong with This World!?

If his soul had not been severely wounded by his failed tribulation, a simple Cleansing Art would have handled something this trivial. Why would he have needed to go through all this trouble?

However, what comforted Shen Mo was that the residual power within his divine soul had healed this body's internal injuries. Even the vicious wound on his head had been reduced to nothing more than a tiny bloody slit.

Otherwise, it truly would have been a world-ending start.

He had no desire to become a useless little cripple who could only lie in bed.

Otherwise, he would not have minded restarting his life. Eighteen years later, he would be a lazy good-for-nothing.

But things were not much better now. This body had slept for so long that after moving around just a little, he felt as though his bones were about to turn to mush. His strength was nowhere near what it had once been.

It seemed he would have to take things slowly and nurse himself back to health first.

Having sorted it out, Shen Mo sighed. Dragging his body along, he slowly shuffled to the bathroom door on the second floor. When he saw the warning note pasted to the door, he expressionlessly tore it down, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it onto the floor before opening the bathroom door.

What a joke. Who would care? Who were these people trying to scare? With the original owner's condition—barely clinging to life—could his soul possibly float over here?

After entering the bathroom and seeing all the unfamiliar fixtures before him, Shen Mo found it strange. Although he had inherited the original owner's memories, these furnishings felt deeply familiar, as if he had used them long ago.

The feeling was exceedingly strange.

Could he have visited the modern world before?

Shen Mo found this sudden thought rather amusing.

Whether he had been here before or not, would he not know himself?

So he did not dwell on it further.

Following his memories, he turned on the shower. Fortunately, there was water. Though it was cold, Shen Mo could not afford to care about that. Avoiding the wound on his head as much as possible, he began washing himself.

The clear water pooled around his feet, gradually turning murky. Only after he had washed for a long time did it become clear again.

Shen Mo shivered from the cold, feeling as though he had nearly scrubbed his skin off before finally stopping.

Because the water was cold, no mist lingered in the bathroom. The mirror on the wall clearly reflected the pale, thin figure of the youth. Shen Mo's gaze suddenly froze. Pinching his own face, he stepped closer and examined himself carefully, exclaiming in astonishment, "This body actually looks exactly like me! Even this little mole on my neck is in the exact same place!"

This was truly too miraculous!

Could this place really be connected to him somehow?

After all, he had spent time in the Cultivation Realm. He believed in karma and cause and effect, so he could not help but let his imagination run wild.

Thinking of his constitution in the Cultivation Realm, Shen Mo immediately began examining this seemingly frail body.

Sure enough, there was a pleasant surprise.

Back in the Cultivation Realm, his physique had been the Pure Saint Physique.

The Pure Saint Physique could keep the body entirely free of impurities and allowed one to absorb both spiritual energy and demonic energy at the same time.

At the same time, cultivation would never encounter any bottlenecks. If one were born into a powerful immortal cultivation sect, one would surely become a major figure in the future.

Unfortunately, he had been an orphan. From the time he could remember, he had wandered from place to place, eating one full meal and starving through the next.

Later, according to the older sister who had taken him in, he had been sold to the Acacia Sect because of his striking looks.

He only learned about his physique much later.

Though it had brought him certain conveniences, it had brought even more trouble.

Shen Mo lowered his lashes and stopped himself from recalling those memories.

This body now possessed a Chaotic Saint Physique, even more formidable than the Pure Saint Physique. Not only could it cultivate both immortal and demonic paths, it could also absorb any energy other than spiritual energy and demonic energy.

For example, the demon power of the Demon Race, the resentment and deathly energy of ghosts, the vitality of human bodies, and the soul power within souls.

If this physique fell into the hands of someone with an evil heart, it would not take long for them to grow into a lawless demon lord.

The only drawback of this physique was the need to maintain a balance between the pure and impure forces within the body.

Spiritual energy and demonic energy represented those pure and impure forces, so in a sense, it was also dual cultivation of the immortal and demonic paths.

At the same time, the power of the lightning tribulation during breakthroughs would multiply with each increase in realm.

Furthermore, the immortal and demonic cultivation levels had to advance in tandem. Otherwise, the pain from the expansion of muscles and meridians during a breakthrough would multiply as well.

If one could not endure it, it would very likely result in a failed breakthrough.

But none of that mattered to Shen Mo. What hardship had he not endured in the past?

Shen Mo closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings. Operating his cultivation technique, he drew a large amount of demonic power, carrying a trace of nearly negligible spiritual energy, into his meridians. Waves of burning pain followed.

After a while, Shen Mo was forced to stop. The remaining external injuries on his body had nearly healed as well, while the small cut on his head had ultimately become only a tender pink scar.

The impurities expelled from his body were washed away by the stream of water over his head, leaving behind only skin as fair as jade.

This delicate body was still different from the weathered body he had possessed before. Shen Mo sucked in a breath of cold air and gritted his teeth. "Why is there so little spiritual energy? It hurts like hell!"

Compared to the gentle spiritual energy, demonic energy was far more violent, and this body, which had never cultivated before, could barely endure it.

If he had not stopped in time just now, he might have suffered internal injuries again. That would have been more loss than gain.

Even the spiritual power produced by gathering that tiny bit of spiritual energy within his body was not enough for him to cast the simplest spell from the Cultivation Realm.

Shen Mo raised one hand. Black mist coiled around it.

He could gather demonic power now, but he had no intention of killing people or setting fires.

Besides, with its current strength, it could barely kill a chicken.

Other than slightly strengthening his physique, this demonic power was of no other use to him right now.

Shen Mo soothed the discomfort in his meridians as he watched the demonic power in his hand gradually dissipate, unable to understand it.

Logically speaking, even if there was only this tiny bit of spiritual energy, there should not have been so much demonic energy!

This was not the Devil Race's territory in the Cultivation Realm!

Shen Mo instinctively reached into his Void Ring for clothes when a needle-like pain suddenly stabbed through his head.

His vision went blank for a long while before Shen Mo finally sensed his Divine Sea.

The Void Ring and two other divine artifacts floated dimly within his Divine Sea. The countless heavenly treasures that had once filled them had long vanished, leaving behind only a murky gray emptiness.

Shen Mo felt a pang of heartache for the treasures he had accumulated only after exploring so many secret realms.

Though they had ultimately been of no use, he had worked hard to loot every last one of them.

But there was no use regretting it now. Shen Mo sneezed and felt a chill seep through his body.

He swept his gaze around the bathroom, then directly opened a small cabinet. Inside, he found several bathrobes still in their unopened packaging. He had no idea who had put them there.

Good, good. No matter who had prepared them, they were convenient for him now.

"Thank you, kindhearted person. I will repay you double in the future!"

Shen Mo politely offered his thanks. Only then did he randomly open one, wrap it around himself haphazardly, and finally feel a little warmth.

Then he pushed open the nearby window and looked outside.

Though the blazing sun hung high in the sky, it seemed shrouded in a thin gray haze. The light fell on his body without bringing the slightest warmth.

Yet after a while, it gave him an eerie burning sensation.

Although Shen Mo had no cultivation now, he could still sense that something was not right.

This world... might have some kind of problem!

Because the window faced the rear of the villa, and Shen Mo was immersed in his thoughts, he did not notice a car slowly driving into the villa grounds.

It was not until the front door was pushed open, accompanied by several voices talking, that Shen Mo came back to himself. But by then, it was already too late to return to the third floor before they discovered him.

After considering it for a moment, he decided to hide here first. Once the male and female leads had both returned to their rooms, he would sneak back upstairs.

But plans could not keep up with changes, and accidents always came without warning.

The bathroom door opened.

A scream immediately rang through the villa. "Holy shit, that deadweight is actually still alive!"

As he spoke, he shouted toward the back, "Cousin, run! That deadweight came to the second floor again! He is hiding in that bathroom wearing your bathrobe. Who knows what he has been doing in there? He is such a pervert, I cannot take it anymore! Hurry up and throw him out!"

From that tone and attitude, Shen Mo knew that this person was likely Yang Xuan, the male lead Leng Shiyi's cousin.

Thinking of the scene he had described, Shen Mo instantly had the urge to throw off the bathrobe he was wearing.

This damn brat! Did he even know how to talk? Sooner or later, Shen Mo would sew that mouth shut.

But after glancing at his pile of filthy clothes, he fell silent for a moment. His dignity... could wait for now!

Who said dying of embarrassment was not a kind of death?