She Only Cares About Cultivation

Liang Tian had a vague idea of Yishui’s thoughts and was somewhat nervous: "You wouldn’t be planning to...?"

Before he could ask, Yishui had already returned to the body of her original self, embarking on her journey in this lifetime.

Speaking of which, the experiences in this life were somewhat similar to "Civil War Nirvana," where the purity of the original self was destroyed early on. However, her actions and conduct in Nirvana were much more subtle, as it was a fast-paced traversal, making the lifetime feel quick, passing in haste.

But for Yishui’s life? It was just beginning, and it was a slow-paced traversal. Thus, this lifetime would probably be much longer and more exciting, and the inherited hatred toward the Japanese could absolutely erupt!

Perhaps Liang Tian had guessed something, which led to naming her story in this life "Heroine of the Republic." Yishui looked at this name, finding it somewhat ironic: "Rest assured, I am not a heroine, but I will be a slut cursed by countless people."

Yishui, ravaged for a night, was not treated gently. This is why she worked hard to leave that hellish place.

If this family had treated her a bit better, she wouldn’t have walked down such an extreme path. For in such despair, a woman chooses to resist because she finds living untenable. Who wants to die? No one wants to die, but one must be given a way to live. If there is no path, hope vanishes, even rebellion needs a reason to convince oneself, doesn’t it?

When she awoke, the pain in her body was unmistakable. The person beside her snored in contentment. She was too lazy to even look at what these people were like, as she had no intention whatsoever of staying until the next morning.

The family had only two rooms, and the other brothers were in the outer room. To get out, she would have to bypass them. Running was certainly impossible; the men’s alertness in the deep mountains was unimaginably keen. Thus, she would not waste her energy.

Many women in the village were as pitiful as she was, so her departure was inevitable, but she also needed to find a way to rescue more women.

Her approach was straightforward: hide in space to heal her body, stay put, and wait until these men couldn’t find her and searched the mountains upon hills for her, while she planned to get hold of the family’s savings.

This time she drew fields, so four plots of land appeared in space. That was because she had upgraded to Level 4, hence four plots.

The first thing after entering space was to wait to cleanse her original self’s body with spiritual spring water.

Now the space had nothing; the spring water would only appear when she planted seeds and at specific times marked by a watering can. Only through this time difference could she enjoy the spring water’s benefits.

The space had upgraded to Level 4, each plot could grow three seeds; four plots meant twelve seeds altogether. At Level 0, the only available crop was radishes, meaning her food might only consist of radishes, but both red and white radishes. Relying on the system’s gift of six reds and six whites, she had initiated the long-lost farming mode.

Yishui could see the outside situation from within space, but only within the activity range before she entered; going beyond that was impossible.

Lying beside that person, she couldn’t sleep. In the space meadow, she cleaned herself and washed her clothes, quietly bringing two men’s shirts inside. After bathing, she couldn’t go naked, so despite her disdain, she had to temporarily commandeer them.

Earlier she wore a cheongsam, which was taken off for its beauty before she reached this lousy village, leaving her with no change of clothes, clad in the patched-up coarse garments that had seen multiple owners. Though ragged, they at least fit well, unlike men’s clothing, which, when draped over her, reached her calves.

After a turbulent day, she was exhausted, and lying on the grass, inhaling the fresh scent, she soon fell deeply asleep.

When she awoke again, it was the noisy argument outside that startled her awake. She looked up to see the brothers outside had started fighting due to her mysterious disappearance. Naturally, four brothers ganged up on the eldest, for he slept beside her, oblivious to when she fled. Who else would they blame but him?

The four brothers even suspected the eldest deliberately hid her to deny their share, fluently arguing in dialect. Though the rapid speech made comprehension difficult, she understood enough. The eldest felt aggrieved, as he only relaxed after several years with the brothers, which made him sleep deeper than usual. But how did he manage to lose her while asleep?

"No, even if I slept, you each kept your ears pricked so alertly; I refuse to believe you didn’t hear anything. Now she’s gone, and it’s all on me, that doesn’t make sense, does it?"