Chapter 1: Rebirth

idated temple was illuminated by torches."Tsk tsk tsk, though you're covered in blood, you're still a pretty flower. Hehe, little beauty, let big brother take good care of you!"After finishing, one of...The Land of Senro.

Nanyue Kingdom.

Ghost Street.

Ouch!

My head felt like it was exploding, and my body ached as if it had been run over by a truck. It was incredibly painful!

Yelan strained to open her heavy eyes, but all she saw was darkness.

She wrinkled her nose; a pungent metallic smell filled the air.

What

Where is here How did she get here

Was she not betrayed by her friends, but fell victim to an enemy ambush during a mission, dying alongside them in the explosion

"Hiss"

The next moment, Ye Hishang only felt a sharp pain in her head, and large chunks of memory surged in like a tidal wave.

Wow!

She actually encountered the trend of crossing over, being reborn across time! This is simply too bloody unbelievable!

Though it was a dramatic story, the most important thing is that she survived. There's nothing more important than being alive.

She, who died fighting alongside her enemies, was reborn into the body of a girl named "Ye Hì Rǎn".

The original owner was Ye Hishen, the eldest daughter of the Ye family in Nan Yue. Her grandfather was a respected elder from Nan Yue, and both her parents were exceptionally talented.

It's a pity that the original owner's parents died unexpectedly, so her second uncle became the temporary head of the Ye family. Her second aunt Zhu and her two cousins, Ye Yuting and Ye Yuwei, have always seen the original owner as a thorn in their side, only because the original owner was betrothed to Prince Huangpu Xian of the current dynasty.

Besides the original owner being unable to cultivate spiritual energy, all other members of the Ye family viewed the original owner as a disgrace to the Ye family. Except for the old master of the Ye family, the original owner lived worse than a dog when out of his sight.

Okay, the world of Senro values martial prowess above all else. It reveres the strong and despises the weak.

Here, humans are divided into cultivators and ordinary people. Cultivators can cultivate spiritual energy, and the higher their cultivation level, the stronger their power, with no limit to their strength. Ordinary people, however, cannot cultivate spiritual energy and are called trash, such as the original owner.

Ye Hishui's past life was that of a formidable spy, feared by all. She didn't care about the situation she was in now at all. She let out a cold laugh, since she had taken over this body, she would make things right for the original owner, and make those who bullied her pay the price!

At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside, along with muffled voices.

"Boss, are we really going to do this This Miss Ye might be a useless person, but she is the fiancée of the Crown Prince who was betrothed since childhood. What if the Crown Prince finds out he's been cuckolded and kills us"

"What are you afraid of The Crown Prince has always been trying to get rid of Miss Ye, who knows maybe the Crown Prince will even reward us later."

"Really Oh, yes, Miss Ye Er just told us that the eldest miss of the Ye family has been given love flower poison. Miss Ye Er and the Crown Prince are in love, they will definitely give us extra rewards when the time comes."

Ye Hibiscus, hearing the conversation between the two, slightly frowned.

Flower poison

She endured the excruciating pain throughout her body, reaching out to press on her pulse.

He must have been drugged, but it hasn't taken effect yet.

A flash of coldness crossed Ye Hishen's eyes as his mind quickly searched his memory.

Second sister Third sister Fiancé

Okay, very good! Have them all wait for her.

Footsteps grew closer. Ye Hidan's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, grabbing a hairpin that lay abandoned nearby.

Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hixian. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.

"Tsk tsk tsk, though you're covered in blood, you're still a pretty flower. Hehe, little beauty, let big brother take good care of you!"

After finishing, one of them grinned wickedly, reaching out to rip open Ye Hixian's clothes.

When his hand was about to touch Ye Hixian, Ye Hixian's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. A flash of killing intent passed through her cold and sharp beautiful eyes.

"Die!"

She grabbed the big man's foot with one hand, pulling with all her might. The unsuspecting big man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Time was of the essence. Ye Hishang abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands striking the burly man's neck with brutal force.

Bang!

Da Han's brain went haywire and he fainted completely.

Another burly man standing on the side, holding a torch, watched the scene before him in disbelief. His eyes bulged out like dead fish because of the shock.

Without delay, Ye Hiran followed suit and knocked the other person unconscious who hadn't reacted yet.

Two such pathetic weaklings, daring to oppose a former special agent who was feared throughout the world How laughable!

Presumably, the love potion was about to take effect. Ye Hidi acted swiftly and tied both of them up.

If Ye Yuting wants to ruin her reputation, then she will return the favor!

Walking out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Hidan cautiously surveyed her surroundings. A quick search of her memory revealed that this was Kyoto's outskirts most famous ghost street.

On both sides of Ghost Street are not ghost houses but ghost temples. It is rumored that if you walk around Ghost Street, you can see ghosts, so very few people come to Ghost Street, especially after dark.

Hehehe, Ye Yuting sure knows how to pick a spot.

Suddenly, a night wind blew in, Ye Hidan twitched her nose, a hint of joy appeared in her heart, and she took steps into the haunted house on the east side of Ghost Street.

The deeper you go, the stronger the smell of medicine in the air becomes.

Under the moonlight, you could see that inside the haunted house was a herb garden, filled with all sorts of medicinal herbs.

Everything felt off. Ye Hishui couldn't help but feel wary, tensing every muscle as she silently observed her surroundings. There wasn't a single sign of life around her.

The next moment, the white shadow darted quickly through the herb garden, soon harvesting the medicinal herbs it needed.

Then, Ye Hishen found tools in the haunted house and skillfully ground the herbs into a potion to ingest.

After a quarter of an hour, Ye Hidi's body absorbed the poison from the flower.

Next, she didn't forget to make some healing medicine to take, after all, she had quite a few wounds on her body. At the same time, she also made some sleeping pills, an upgraded version of the Love Flower poison, and an upgraded version of the Frenzy Powder, which she might need to use.

Finally, she reached out and brushed the grass clippings off her robe. She glanced around with beautiful eyes and politely said, "Thank you!"

After finishing her words, Ye Hidan turned and left with a carefree air.

She didn't know that a four-leaf clover, about the height of her finger, was hopping quietly after her.

Ye Hisshi returned to the ghost temple, skillfully getting the two burly men into the carriage. Then, driving the carriage according to memory, she headed towards Ye Mansion.

Meanwhile, clovers had silently intertwined in the dark hair behind Ye Xiayan's back, their four leaves swaying constantly, hinting at excitement.

Every time Ye Hisai turned her head to look back, the clovers would immediately hide, not revealing even a trace of themselves.

Yè Hísǎn discovered nothing, furrowed her brows and softly murmured, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"

Returning to the vicinity of Ye Mansion, Ye Hishui drove the carriage to a secluded and hidden place, then quietly climbed over the wall and returned to Ye Mansion alone.ed temple, Ye Hidan cautiously surveyed her surroundings. A quick search of her memory revealed that this was Kyoto's outskirts most famous ghost street.On both sides of Ghost Street are not ghost hou...