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She became an outer disciple of Yonglu Mountain. As long as she cultivated diligently and successfully reached Foundation Establishment, her family would no longer be the original shackles binding her.

So she cultivated tirelessly. When others cultivated, she cultivated; when others rested, she cultivated too. She knew her Spiritual Root was poor, so she put in twice the effort. She did not demand that she one day form a core or birth an infant; Foundation Establishment was enough. Her goal was Foundation Establishment. As long as she became stronger than her father, she would no longer have to fear being stabbed in the back by her own kin someday.

She had thought she was cautious enough, but she had not expected—

Jiang Baozhu had suffered the consequences of her own evil deeds and damaged her Spiritual Root, yet they hated Jiang Ying so deeply that they would rather destroy her cultivation than forge a road to the heavens for Jiang Baozhu.

It hurt. It hurt so much. Boundless pain swept through her entire mind, yet it also made her ever more lucid.

Jiang Ying, you cannot fall asleep like this. You have to wake up—wake up and beg for help, expose all of this! Even if not for yourself, you cannot let Jiang Baozhu enter Yonglu Mountain. Yonglu Mountain was the best place she had ever been in her life. She loved it there. It was also her only treasured sanctuary. She absolutely could not hand it over to Jiang Baozhu!

Clinging to that belief, she escaped. Just as she was about to reach Yonglu Mountain's gates, the doors of fate closed before her once more.

"Help—"

"Help... someone... save..." me—

Her thoughts sank into the deep sea. Before Jiang Ying's eyes lay utter darkness, just like her life—forever so