I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"The beggar is filthy and disgusting."

"Ignore her."

Jiang He clutched her aching stomach as large drops of rain fell on her.

The hunger in my stomach grew stronger.

very hungry.

Jiang He couldn't even utter a sigh; a putrid stench filled the air, just like her soul, numb and dead from hunger.

"Ah Cui is dead, what a pity. The child is so young, how can he survive?"

Fragments of memories swirled in Jiang He's mind, and she slightly raised her head when she heard a familiar name.

Ah Cui is dead.

Who is A Cui?

Her grandmother was also called A-Cui.

All around her were blurry, empty figures. Jiang He couldn't see their faces. She knew that A Cui was dead, that the only old lady in the world who loved her was dead.

Jiang He didn't understand why the old lady would abandon her and leave her all alone.

A tear welled up in her eye, gradually mingling with the rain, so bitter, yet as if it had never existed.

Jiang He walked slowly, like a walking corpse.

The people were blurry, the scenery was blurry, but the hunger in my stomach remained strong.

Until another sound came:

"Pay the rent, or get out, you beggar, don't die in my house."

The sound was loud and clear, and the image gradually became clearer.

Jiang He stared wide-eyed as the landlord kicked her out of the house.

Everything is so clear.

It's as if the world played the biggest joke on her.

The old lady died, and she was about to starve to death.

The old lady had told her that she was not allowed to die with her.

Jiang He didn't know if it was because of herself or because of the old lady, but she walked towards the trash can without hesitation.

She needs food, lots and lots of food.

Burning with hunger, Jiang He collapsed to the ground in agony.

The scene changes again in the next instant.

Jiang He stared blankly at the mess of plants.

"What are you looking at? Someone else has eaten your graduation thesis, Jiang He. I'm telling you, you have to extend your graduation!"

The mentor's voice seemed like it came from another world; Jiang He stared blankly, her eyes darting around.

"Wang Jianguo?"

"Jiang He, don't try to fool me."

Jiang He looked at the rice she had planted, and her consciousness returned.

What happened? How did she end up back before graduation? Jiang He was completely bewildered. Her abdomen felt like it had been burned, and the pain kept pressing on her nerves.

Looking at the incredibly familiar face before her, Jiang He called out several more times:

"Wang Jianguo? Wang Jianguo? Wang Jianguo?"

"Trying to get close to me won't work; it's certain I'll have to graduate late."

It's confirmed, this is not Wang Jianguo at all.

After reliving that darkest and most painful memory, Jiang He's head still ached.

Wang Jianguo is her mentor's name, but that's what the students call him in private. If she were to call him that publicly, Wang Jianguo would probably slap her to the ground.

Actually, Jiang He was somewhat happy when she saw that the rice she had worked so hard to grow for a year had been harvested.

Jiang He thought she had returned to Earth, from the world of cultivation back to that continent.

Unfortunately, it was all just an illusion.

Jiang He ignored Wang Jianguo's words. At first, her mind was still a bit confused, but when she saw Wang Jianguo, she remembered.

The seven sins are greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, aversion, and desire.

Jiang He hadn't expected the Illusion Spider to be so powerful, actually digging out her deepest memories.

However, it seems that there are more than just the Seven Deadly Sins; the memories that the Illusion Spider dug into are something that Jiang He finds both painful and frightening.

For example, the old lady's death, hunger, and now the start of extended graduation.

When Jiang He learned that her graduation thesis had been cut up and eaten, she felt like the sky had fallen.

However, after experiencing a life of frequent hunger on a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, coupled with the time travel, Jiang He found that the thing she feared most during her postgraduate life was not so scary after all.

"So what if I have to postpone my graduation? It doesn't matter."

"Jiang He, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Wang Jianguo spoke up.

Jiang He looked at Wang Jianguo with some nostalgia; he had now learned to imitate him quite well.

Jiang He walked into the campus, surrounded by familiar roommates and familiar scenes; everything felt so familiar.

Her pain intensified, and even her nerves ached.

Jiang He leaned against the wall, but the moment she touched it, the plaster began to crumble and disappear bit by bit.

When Jiang He realized that the world constructed by this illusion might be about to collapse, she rushed out of the school gate without hesitation and ran forward as fast as a tram.

She noticed the ground was collapsing.

The concrete ground behind them instantly crumbled.

Jiang He kept running forward; if there was one thing she couldn't let go of in this world...

That was the old lady.

The old lady was dead, but her face was so blurry. Jiang He hadn't seen a photo in a long time, and she had almost forgotten the person in her memory.

Jiang He ran and ran until she returned to her rented room. Relying on her familiar memory, she quickly found the photo.

The old lady in the photo is still as energetic as ever. She is wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit, just as she used to stand before me.

Jiang He held the photo in her arms.

Then, the scenery before my eyes shifted, and everything in this world began to fall apart.

They floated and spun in the air until a vortex sucked Jiang He out.

From clear to blurry and then disappearing, Jiang He watched the illusion crumble, and a continuous pain came.

Jiang He instinctively reached for the photo, but instead of the frame, she touched a pool of blood.

The surrounding environment was dark, so she turned on the light from her personal computer.

Only when she looked into the light did she realize that she was completely enclosed in a small space covered by spider silk.

Jiang He stared blankly at a bloody hole in her stomach, with spider silk tangled on it, several strands of silk constantly sucking away her flesh and blood.

It turns out that pain is not an illusion, but a real phenomenon.

Jiang He ruthlessly pulled out the spider silk, and with such violence, she instinctively felt the pain in her stomach intensify.

"call."

Jiang He looked at the red flesh on the spider silk, suppressed her nausea, took out a clean white cloth strip and wrapped it around her stomach several times to stop the bleeding.

Spider silk is afraid of fire. Jiang He was unaware of the rules of mutual restraint and mutual generation in this world, but a wisp of spiritual fire emerged from her fingertips.

After consuming a considerable amount of high-grade spiritual plants, Jiang He's spiritual veins fully manifested. Although the combined spiritual veins of her other four spiritual roots were not as thick as those of her wood spiritual root, she was finally able to utilize her spiritual power.

Jiang He skillfully used her spiritual fire to burn away the spider silk on her stomach.

Fearing the fire would spread, she burned carefully, starting with just a few strands of spider silk.

Upon seeing the light, Jiang He became even more cautious, as her spiritual fire was not powerful enough and she was afraid of getting burned.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang He's spiritual energy went from being depleted to being replenished, repeating the cycle continuously.

The cage made of spider silk gradually shrank, and Jiang He moved her body, finally breaking free from the cage.

As soon as Jiang He touched the ground, a mist swept over her, directly covering her eyes.

"Interesting souls, welcome to my territory—the realm of sin and depravity."