The world's greatest illusionist, Mu Qianxing, has been reborn.
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The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my reflection on a small shard of ice at my feet. It felt absurd. In the reflection was a child of eleven or twelve years old, thin and pale, with messy hair and dirt on his face. He wore a tattered cloth shirt and shoes woven from reeds, worn so thin that a section of frostbitten toes protruded, blue and black.

I am certain this is not the original.

She should have been a beautiful young woman in her twenties, with an alluring charm. Her skin was as delicate as porcelain, her eyes like the azure sky. She wore the finest garments imaginable, and even a small piece of decorative magic runes on her attire could make an ordinary family bankrupt.

It shouldn't be like this now, dirty and pitiful child.

What on earth happened?

Mu Qianxing's headache split, she frowned, trying hard to recall what happened before she lost consciousness...

That's it.

At that time, everyone on the Futu Continent called them demons and heretics, saying they were brutal, ferocious, savage, lowly, and shameless, unworthy of living in this world. They wanted to dig out spirit pills for their sister Mu Shuangshuang to "cure her illness," but she coldly refused. So they chased them for thousands of miles, pushing them off a cliff.

They greedily looked at the burdened and cornered [person], falsely persuading, "Mu Qianxing, stop resisting in vain. Hand over your spirit pills, and we might still let you live. Otherwise, you'll only have a dead end!"

On the cliff's edge, there they were, those faces that had once been so familiar, even loved.

She saw her younger sister Mu Shuangshuang in the crowd as well. As a rare healer across the entire continent, Mu Shuangshuang was surrounded by many people. She wore a white dress like a dream, looking frail and delicate like a flower untouched by wind or rain.

Mu Qianxing sneered and said, "Mu Shuangshuang, this top-grade spirit 'Flying Feather' that you wear is a gift from me. The unique crystal spirit bracelet on your hand is also a gift from me. The pills you take every day, the nourishing spirit drinks, and even those top-grade spirit talismans for protection... which one wasn't obtained by me risking my life? Now that others call me a demon and want to extract my elixir, even you, my only sister, want to extract my elixir?"

Her voice was cold, like shards of ice scattering in the wind.

Mu Shuang's face paled, and she burst into tears. "Sister, I don't want to either... But you've gone down the wrong path, everyone is trying to punish you. I said I wanted your elixir to cure my illness, but actually, I was saving you! As long as you give me the elixir, you can save your life! And my treatment has been stuck for over a year now. As long as I use your elixir, I can break through the bottleneck, and next time when fighting demons, I can save even more people! Sister, this is your chance to atone for your sins! Don't resist, just give me the elixir!"

Every word is filled with sorrow, making those who hear it feel the same.

Ke Mu Qian Xing yet only felt her heart grow cold.

On this continent, the strong rule, and to become strong, there's only one path—to awaken your spiritual meridian, condense your spirit pill, and embark on the path of cultivation. If a cultivator's spirit pill is extracted, all their cultivation will be destroyed in an instant, and they will never be able to recover. For the rest of their lives, they will only become a sickly and crippled person, more broken and fragile than ordinary people who haven't awakened their spiritual meridians.

This is the ending arranged for this good sister.

Say "no."

Mu Shuangshuang still looked at her with a mournful expression, "Sister, you've helped me so many times before. Why won't you help me this time? Is it because Brother Tingjun is marrying me, not you, so you hate me?"

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