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Blue Moon Princess

(Silver Tier Winner of WPC #147 #148) *** I just got my freedom; moved away from my house and was about to have a new beginning— alas I died before even tasting the freedom, since I got hit by the renowned reincarnation specialist, truck-kun. But my luck was tremendous as I reincarnated into a new world—as expected, with my memories fully intact. That’s when I realized that the world around me looked eerily similar to the one in a game called the World of Cultivation and I am the heroine—scratch that; this body is just a random mob of this world. My hopes and dreams of living a peaceful life in this world crumbled down right in the beginning, when I learned that I’m bound to die soon from the hands of the main lead. Fret not, this world is one with cultivation. Although there’s just a few days before my uneventful death, I can do something with my cultivation and—ah, my body can’t even do cultivation now, can it? It seems like my luck wasn't that good. Instead, I’ve been riddled with numerous misfortunes. However, don’t think that I’ll give up on this precious second chance that fate bestowed upon me. My intention is to survive. And I’m willing to do anything for it! *** [Note: The artwork in my cover does not belong to me. So, I'll be taking it off if the original artist asks me to do so.] Cover edit: ZinonWonder

The_Chimp · Fantasi
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Fu Yan's past: The promise

I should've known about the consequences though. I mean, what was I expecting trying to soak the supreme authority of this place in dirty water? Get rewarded by unlimited supply of sweets or something? That would be stupid. It was generally a loosely thought out plan that I enacted rashly based on my feelings. And I feel that I deserved everything that I got.

What did I get, you ask? Well, as soon as I did that antic, I was forced back into the cell, where not only did my so-called cell mates beat me up, the guards of the place occasionally came in and did the same as well. It sucked. It got to the point that the abuse was sorta unbearable.