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Five years passed like a fleeting moment. During these interminable years, Chen Yunwei's soul remained dormant within Feng Moxuan's body, carefully concealing her presence while quietly devouring his spirit. Each swallowing was like dancing on the edge of a knife; the slightest mistake would expose her. However, she had no other choice.

Feng Moxuan's body grew increasingly weak, his soul becoming extremely unstable due to Chen Yunwei's constant devouring, and his lifespan was about to run out. On this day, the mysterious demon cultivator reappeared, his eyes revealing a hint of greed and coldness.

"Your time is running out, Feng Moxuan." The voice of the mysterious demon cultivator sounded in Feng Moxuan's mind, full of a hint of teasing.

Feng Moxuan's body trembled slightly. He knew that he didn't have much time left, but he was unwilling to give up. After all, he had not found Feng Jingchen yet, nor had he completed his plan.

"No, I must not die." Feng Moxuan's voice was filled with despair.

The mysterious demon cultivator sneered, "Your life or death has nothing to do with me. I came here just to remind you that the deal between us is not over yet. I'm here to collect the debt. I've taken your current queen away for you."

Just as the mysterious demon cultivator was about to absorb Chen Yunwei's soul, Chen Yunwei's soul, already stronger than Feng Moxuan's, cleverly dodged the attack. Her soul wandered throughout Feng Moxuan's body, desperately seeking a chance to escape, while the weaker soul was naturally absorbed.

The mysterious demon cultivator was completely unaware that the soul he had absorbed was actually Feng Moxuan's. He smiled contentedly and then turned his gaze to the "Feng Moxuan" whose body was now occupied by Chen Yunwei.

"Hmph, such a weak soul, but it doesn't affect my cultivation like those children." The demon cultivator was satisfied with the weak soul after absorbing it. He paused and said, "But your time is running out. Do you really think our deal is over?" There was a hint of teasing in the mysterious demon cultivator's voice. After he finished speaking, he left quietly without waiting for Chen Yunwei to react.

"What backup plan does he have? That damn Feng Moxuan actually teamed up with the devil so early!" Chen Yunwei, who was using Feng Moxuan's body, was stunned. Then she realized the body's decay and understood why the demon cultivator said Feng Moxuan wouldn't live long. "No wonder, no wonder the emperors of Southern Xinjiang have such short lifespans, all dying between the ages of thirty and thirty-five. It turns out these stolen bodies don't last long. Hahahahahahaha... The deep love of youth is ultimately just a joke..."

Chen Yunwei murmured, her voice filled with bitterness and despair. Her thoughts seemed to drift back to the past, all those beautiful dreams and aspirations that had once vanished into thin air. Unexpectedly, she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground in front of her like a gorgeous flower in full bloom.

No, she couldn't die yet. A strong desire to survive surged in her heart. She wanted to withdraw the arrest warrant for Jingchen. She couldn't let innocent people be harmed again. She also wanted to hand over Southern Xinjiang to her uncle. Only then would Southern Xinjiang have a chance of survival.

She bit her lip, a determined glint in her eyes. She began to act. Using Feng Moxuan's identity, she issued a series of orders. She knew these orders would change the fate of Southern Xinjiang.

Under her order, the army in southern Xinjiang began to take action. They withdrew the wanted order for Feng Jingchen and began to search for Feng Jingchen's whereabouts.

Jiang Qingwu and the others saw in the illusion that Chen Yunwei used this fragmented body to support herself for a month before she died. Chen Yunwei's uncle buried Feng Moxuan in the ancient tomb they entered. This was the tomb Feng Moxuan had chosen for himself early on, or in other words, it was the place where every body Feng Moxuan had ever used was hidden.

"Junior Master, is this illusion caused by the obsession of Senior Brother's mother?" Mo Yunsheng frowned as he recalled everything he had seen in the environment. He lamented the size of Feng Moxuan's chessboard and felt sad about Senior Brother's difficult life experience...

"That should be right." Su Chen responded. He couldn't imagine that the eldest brother of the 100th generation of Wuliang Sect disciples had such a rough life...

"Well, it's almost right. Otherwise, based on the fact that the territory of Southern Xinjiang was handed over to Jingchen's uncle in the illusion, it would be easy to see that the owner of this illusion is Aunt Chen... But what does she want to tell us?" Jiang Qingwu said as he pondered what happened in the illusion.

Just as everyone was thinking about Jiang Qingwu's words, the illusion began to distort... After a while, a different illusion continued to appear -

The mountain wind howled, the night dark as ink. In the desolate mountains of southern Xinjiang, a thin figure huddled in a cave. His name was Ah Fu, a well-known local kidnapper. Tonight, as usual, he prepared to search the mountains for homeless orphans, or children displaced by war, and sell them far away.

However, tonight was different. Not only had he found an orphan, but when he entered a secluded cave, he also discovered a swaddled child. The child had a rosy complexion, and although unconscious, his plump, white body clearly indicated a healthy child. A glint of greed flashed in Ah Fu's eyes; he knew a child like this would fetch a good price.

"This is the cave where the senior brother is hiding!" Mo Yunsheng said anxiously.

"That person can't be a beggar!" Lin Muci echoed, his voice full of worry.

"It's almost certain... This should be an illusion presented by the memory of the eldest senior brother." Su Chen frowned and said in a firm tone.

They could only watch anxiously, unable to take any action due to the limitations of the illusion.

The man carefully picked up the child, secretly congratulating himself on his good fortune. He decided to take the child to Dongling, where the opera troupe always needed some beautiful children to attract the audience.

"Twenty taels is too much. Ten taels. What can this one-year-old kid do? I have to provide him with food and drink until he is three years old before I can start to use and train him. I don't know if he has been ruined by feeding him so many knockout drugs." A middle-aged man in shorts said casually after lightly skimming the tea foam.

"Boss Liu, I feed them carefully, otherwise it would be difficult to travel if they make a fuss, right? The quality of this stuff is very good. I gave you priority because you are a famous local opera troupe. You will make a profit of twenty taels of silver. If you don't want it, there are plenty of other troupes that want it. At worst, those brothels like this kind of juicy stuff." Ah Fu held the Feng Jingchen he had picked up and bargained with the mercenary Boss Liu.

"That's right, fifteen taels, no more. No matter where you take it, you can't get a higher price than me." Boss Liu said with a squint, paused and said: "If you still think it's a treasure, just keep it and raise it up and I'll give it to you." After saying that, he no longer looked at Ah Fu and drank his tea by himself.

Ah Fu rolled his eyes, but finally gave in. "Okay, fifteen is fifteen."

"I've changed my mind, Thirteen." Boss Liu looked at Ah Fu and said again after he relaxed.

"Tsk, Boss Liu, how could you do this!" Ah Fu said anxiously.

"Ten..." Before Liu Banzhu could finish, Ah Fu, seeing that he was about to lower the price again, quickly said, "Thirteen thirteen, deal."

"I was just teasing you. I was going to say fifteen, but you actually lowered the price. Good brother, if you need something this good in the future, just come back to me," said Master Liu with a smile. He instructed a disciple nearby to give money to Ah Fu and gestured to another disciple to take Feng Jingchen away. "Brother Ah Fu, take the money and leave."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Liu." Ah Fu could only walk out with the silver in his hand in a sullen manner... When he reached the troupe's door, he spat and said, "Bah! Filthy thing! I hope you can't support that money-loser!"

Seeing this scene of bargaining and Paihuazi cursing Feng Jingchen, everyone clenched their fists, the veins on their hands showing...

One-year-old Feng Jingchen woke up to a strange new world, unaware of the shift in his destiny. He only vaguely remembered his gentle yet resolute mother. He was still too young at the time, his understanding of the world limited to the people and events around him, but even so, his mother's image remained deeply imprinted in his mind.

After being taken away by Ah Fu, Feng Jingchen arrived in Dongling and was sold to a troupe of opera performers. The troupe's owner looked at the child with a flicker of satisfaction. He knew this child would become a cash cow for the troupe. Thus began Feng Jingchen's life in the troupe.

At first, he was only ordered to do some simple chores, such as sweeping the floor, helping to carry props, etc. Although this kind of work was difficult, it was undoubtedly a kind of tempering for a child who was only three years old.

However, as time went by, the troupe's owner gradually began to demand that he learn the art of acting. Initially, Feng Jingchen, having witnessed too much of the troupe's dirty work, was deeply resistant to this arrangement. He had no interest in acting and was even more reluctant to become a profit-making tool for the troupe. However, the troupe's owner didn't give up; instead, he intensified his training.

Every morning, before dawn and in the stillness of the world, while other children were still sound asleep, Feng Jingchen quietly rose to begin his daily training. He had to hone his voice, practice his movements, and learn his demeanor. Each of the various aspects of opera, including singing, reciting, sitting, and fighting, required immense effort and perseverance. In this process, Feng Jingchen endured countless hardships and sufferings.

The class master was extremely strict with him, often making him maintain the same posture for extended periods. The slightest deviation would result in a reprimand and corporal punishment. Sometimes, the class master would even whip him severely with a cane, leaving behind horrifying scars. These scars were not only etched on his skin, but also deeply imprinted in his heart.

However, that wasn't the worst. Influenced by the class leader, others around him followed suit and began bullying Feng Jingchen. Whenever he practiced diligently, they would deliberately disrupt his practice, mocking his movements and sounds, leaving him feeling incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. Even worse, they even slipped laxatives into his food, causing him to suffer from frequent bouts of diarrhea and a deteriorating health condition.

"They've gone too far!" Feng Ci shouted angrily, her voice filled with indignation at injustice.

However, Jiang Qingwu simply muttered to herself, "Is this too much? This is the bottom of society..." Her eyes revealed a deep sense of helplessness. The lower classes in modern society already face enormous difficulties, let alone this world of immortal cultivation where human life is regarded with disregard.

Lin Muci, Su Wange, and Jun Nanzhu listened quietly to Jiang Qingwu's words, unable to respond for a moment. Their eyes were fixed on the illusion before them, as if they could see Feng Jingchen's helpless figure.

In the illusion, Feng Jingchen's initial resistance gradually turned into numbness, and he finally accepted his fate with a dull heart. His heart was filled with pain and grievance, but he had nowhere to vent. Because he knew that he had fallen into a quagmire from which he could not escape.

The troupe's owner and those who bullied him exploited his predicament, attempting to drag him into a dark abyss and make him part of this cruel world. Over time, Feng Jingchen gradually grew accustomed to this difficult life. Although deep down he still longed for freedom, the pressure of reality forced him to bow his head. He diligently studied acting skills, hoping to one day change his current situation.

On this day, the troupe leader, as usual, was looking for new ways to torture Feng Jingchen. He took Feng Jingchen to the center of the stage and asked him to perform an extremely difficult move.

Feng Jingchen stood on the stage trembling, trying to concentrate on completing the task, but his weak body and lack of experience became a huge obstacle. Despite this, he tried his best, but the result was the opposite of what he expected - he failed.

"You useless piece of shit! You can't even do something this simple!" The boss's roar was deafening, like a thunderclap exploding in Fengjingchen's ears. He lashed at Fengjingchen mercilessly with the whip, each blow piercing the bone. Fengjingchen gritted his teeth, swallowing back the pain and holding back the tears. But deep within him, the unyielding light still flickered.