Chapter 2

Seeing the two dissipate, Feng Mian felt a great wave of relief as she collapsed onto the ground.

Her knees were shaking in an uncontrollable manner, and it was then she finally noticed the state of her body.

It was disgusting, although it was clean, and looked proper, you could see the bones poking through her skin, she was no different from a skeleton, but with hair and skin.

Feng Mian didn't know the state of her head or back nor the state of the courtyard she was in.

Her body was dumped thereafter she was killed.

Although she felt unimaginable hunger and pain, she had a hunch that the ring had food in it, and from the experience of reading a ton of Cultivation novels in the hospital's library, she figured that the ring needed blood.

But the state that her body was in now, she didn't know if she could heal back the cut or if she would survive if she took a drop of blood.

Normally in such a state. she would have a nurse carry her or bring something to her, but here in this world, she knew nobody and nobody would be willing to help.

With minor to great difficulty, she forced her body up to lean on the door frame before dragging herself by the walls to the kitchen area.

While struggling her way to the kitchen, Feng Mian began to think.

Upon dealing with the Cultivators right after she woke up, she never had time to accept this situation, but surprisingly, her mind has already accepted and welcomed it, looking forwards to something new happening.

This World of Cultivation has lots of things going on, From inheritances to living gods thousands of years old.

The Morality of this world is also different, On Earth, Someone seeing a struggling malnourished girl would have their heartstrings tugged and yanked, their brain calling out for them to help.

But here, Most if not all people would laugh, taunt, sneer, mock at such a sight, saying things like, 'Serves her right,' or 'She probably deserved it.'

In this world, It is Killed or be Killed, Scheme or be Shcemed against, Mock or be Mocked, Nobody would hold your hand, you would probably be used as some sort of sacrifice for their ritual or something.

The term 'trust' or 'filial piety is used as a restrictor, a limiter, a limit on who you will hurt, and a limit on who you would suspect.