Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

[The second world is really good, you should try it! I think the short series turned out amazing, it's a shame.]

cold.

So cold.

It was icy cold, not really cold, but more like life had fallen into darkness, and despair had seeped into your very bones.

The moment Mo Chenchen regained consciousness, her sixth sense, honed through fifteen years of struggling at the bottom of society in the apocalypse, kicked in.

This prevented her from opening her eyes immediately, because she didn't smell the familiar sour odor.

I felt my body stiff as I lay on a layer of fabric.

Her throat burned, her eyes stung, and her stomach throbbed with hunger—a familiar sensation.

Is this still the apocalypse? It feels both familiar and strange.

But she felt that this was not her own body. Her body was in pain all the time. Her body was incomplete. Her body was unbearably heavy.

Although the body was stiff, all ten fingers were intact.

At that moment, two completely different memories simultaneously rushed into her brain, tearing at her nerves as if they were fighting for territory in her brain.

One memory is of her in a post-apocalyptic world plagued by natural disasters.

Fifteen years of memories of struggling to survive at the very bottom of a resource-scarce apocalypse, like the lowest of cockroaches, clinging to life.

He once fought someone to the point of injury and even broke a rib over half a piece of moldy bread; he once snapped a fellow traveler's neck with his own hands for a sip of clean water.

Slaughter, betrayal, hunger, disease, filth, pleas for mercy... Those were fifteen bloody years, fifteen years soaked in filth and tears.

She didn't want to live, she was so tired, but she didn't want to die either. She was neither alive nor dead, neither human nor ghost, a walking corpse, yet she managed to survive for fifteen years.

Those she knew had long since turned to bones, and she finally collapsed on that extremely cold night in the fifteenth year of the apocalypse.

The other memory was completely unfamiliar, belonging to a thirteen-year-old girl, the illegitimate daughter of the Mo family, named Mo Lingchen.

This memory wasn't much better than her own; it was bleak, oppressive, humiliating, filled with inferiority, resentment, and caution.

This is Yunmeng City, the second largest city under the jurisdiction of Pengyue Sect.

The Mo family, to which the original owner belonged, was the third-ranked cultivation family in Yunmeng City.

The mother was weak and incompetent; all she did was cry. Ever since the original owner could remember, her mother had been crying and crying.

The father prioritized profit above all else and was cold-hearted. He had a total of five children, including legitimate sons and legitimate daughters, as well as illegitimate sons and daughters.

Including the families of my second, third, fourth, and fifth uncles, there are thirteen people of the same generation alone.

She treated her other children and nephews and nieces better, but she did nothing with the original owner, who had such a useless spiritual root. She didn't care about him at all and didn't provide him with any cultivation resources.

Even those with five spiritual roots can cultivate, but the progress is slow, and there is no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

Unfortunately, the original owner not only had the aptitude of five spiritual roots, but also had blocked meridians, which is commonly known as a useless physique.

When it came to the original owner's younger brother, Mo Tianhao, things were different.

Because he was a boy, and because he had the three spiritual roots of fire, wood, and earth, his aunt favored him and treated him normally. Only the original owner of this body received nothing.

The aunt also had to entrust her with taking care of her younger brother, and the younger brother also disliked his own sister very much.

After she started school at the age of five, he began to despise her, calling her a good-for-nothing and a disgrace to him.

The poor little thing, neglected by her mother and bullied by her younger brother, naturally became the lowest-ranking member of the entire family.

If her younger brother upsets someone, she will take revenge on him.

Most of the servants possessed the five spiritual roots, making them wealthier and of higher status than the young girls.

The saying goes, "Even a low-ranking official can step on a young girl's foot in front of the prime minister's gate."

From the moment the little girl participated in the family's spiritual root testing conference at the age of five and was found to have the most useless five spiritual roots, her life descended into hell.

If it weren't for the fact that she was the daughter of the head of the family, she would have been exiled to a place thousands of miles away to fend for herself long ago.

Over the years, all the brothers and sisters in the family have had children.

Those with better spiritual roots were selected to become direct disciples of the sect, while those with less outstanding spiritual roots were also arranged by their parents to become outer disciples of the sect.

Those who do well will bring their childhood maids and servants with them when they enter the immortal sect, and even families with five spiritual roots will be willing to take care of them.

No, it should be said that as a servant who grew up with her since childhood, she had far more resources than the little girl, and also received occasional rewards from her master.

The little girl was all alone, unloved by her father and mother, and bullied by her younger brother. Her life was extremely bleak and depressing.

The entire Mo family was like a giant net, tightly binding the little girl, making it impossible for her to break free or escape, until she suffocated.

The little girl's last memory is of overhearing others talking about how her father sold her to a wealthy family for a dowry of one thousand high-grade spirit stones.

The former young master of the Lin family, the second largest cultivation family in Misty Hidden City.

It is said that he was a child prodigy, arrogant and overbearing, but fell from grace overnight.

He is violent and unpredictable, impotent, and cruel...

The little girl was terrified. She had been raised by her aunt to be timid and had inherited her aunt's tendency to cry. She was no match for such a person.

The little girl panicked. With no one to turn to for help, she could only turn to her mother, hoping for a glimmer of hope.

What she got in return was her mother's torrent of tears, who kept telling her, "Accept your fate, accept your fate, this is fate."

Extreme fear drove the little girl to her death, bidding farewell to this world that had never warmed her heart.

Mo Chenchen stared at the bed ceiling, which had suddenly opened its eyes and looked antique yet worn, and sneered inwardly:

"Accept your fate? Ha!" Mo Chenchen had never known what accepting one's fate meant.

She is like the roadside weeds, able to take root and sprout no matter how harsh the environment.

If she truly understood the meaning of "accepting one's fate," she wouldn't have spent fifteen years struggling in the apocalypse.

What is the concept of a natural disaster apocalypse? Extreme heat, with a maximum temperature of 80 degrees Celsius; extreme cold, with a minimum temperature of 80 degrees Celsius; polar day, with a year-long period of daylight; polar night, with three months of darkness; dense fog, where you can't see your hand in front of your face; acid rain, where clean water is polluted.

There are also earthquakes, tsunamis, plagues, floods, locust plagues, rat infestations, and hordes of cockroaches...

Looking at the house from the side, it wasn't particularly dilapidated, but there were spider webs hanging in the corner of the roof. There was a table, a cabinet, and nothing else in the house.

Slowly, I straightened my heavy, stiff body. Stiff?

This body has probably been dead for quite some time, yet no one has noticed?

Looking down at the hands of this body, I saw hands that had been subjected to long hours of labor.

Rough, cracked, and pale, her wrists were so thin they seemed less thick than a small baby's.

The only thing that satisfied Mo Chenchen was that, although these hands were ugly, they were intact, unlike her own, whose left hand had been chopped off in the fight.

Just then, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the door.

"Sigh, Xiao west, do you know who's inside? They were sold by the head of the family?" The voice was deep and familiar; it belonged to the servant who served her dear younger brother.

"Sold? Really? Who did you sell it to?"

"You know that eldest young master of the Lin family, right? The one who became a cripple? I heard the Lin family was in a hurry to distribute him away, so they went to find the patriarch."

"I know that too. When the twelfth young lady came back, she cried in front of her aunt, saying that it was worth a thousand high-grade spirit stones. Tsk tsk, that's not cheap. It's a way of making use of waste."

The person speaking is someone who is next to the little girl's aunt.

"That's right. A piece of trash with five spiritual roots, after eight years, she still can't even draw in Qi. Keeping her at home is just a waste of food. Once she goes to the Lin family, whether she lives or dies is up to fate. Anyway, it has nothing to do with our Mo family anymore."

"Keep your voice down, don't let her hear..."

"So what if you heard? What can a crybaby do? What else can she do besides cry?"

The men spoke without any restraint, as if they were speaking specifically to her.