If confusion could be materialized, then Xu Xi’s head would undoubtedly be covered in a dense cluster of question marks at this moment.
To ensure Krisha’s successful meditation, Xu Xi had prepared multiple plans long before today and was ready for a prolonged struggle.
He never expected that the girl would succeed on her very first attempt.
“Krisha, tell me about your experience during meditation,” Xu Xi asked cautiously, wanting to confirm.
“Yes, I saw…” Krisha answered obediently. Her speech was still slightly hesitant, but it was a significant improvement compared to when they first met.
Elements.
Mana.
Mental energy.
From Krisha’s description, Xu Xi could confirm that she had indeed succeeded in meditation.
But why?
In the dimly lit meditation room, the scent of burning Spirit Grass lingered, sharp and pungent. The young demon girl, dressed in a black apprentice mage robe, waited quietly for Xu Xi’s next instruction.
Xu Xi gazed at the girl, lost in thought and confusion.
“I succeeded in meditation, transforming from an ordinary person into a mage apprentice, because I possess the highest-tier red trait, supported by two purple traits.”
“With three traits in hand, it’s only natural that I succeeded on my first attempt.”
“But this child…”
Xu Xi pondered deeply.
He tried to identify the factors that led to Krisha’s success.
Beyond the basic requirements of talent and insight, there must have been something unique about her, something other demons and even humans lacked.
“…So that’s it, is it?”
Looking at the small figure before him, Xu Xi suddenly fell silent.
He understood.
This demon girl was no genius. She didn’t possess the powerful physique of a pure-blooded demon, nor did she have a superior mental capacity compared to humans.
Her body was frail, having endured endless torment and beatings.
Her spirit was like stagnant water, closed off in long-term despair, devoid of emotions, unaware of joy or sorrow.
Yet.
This was precisely the reason why Krisha succeeded in her first meditation attempt.
Meditation, at its core, is the mage’s mental energy reaching out to perceive the elements of the world, requiring a highly stable state of mind.
Ordinary people fail due to emotional fluctuations or overthinking.
But Krisha didn’t.
Without emotions, there were no fluctuations. Without thoughts, there was no hesitation.
Only when subjected to pain and suffering would this half-human, half-demon girl briefly show fear and distress.
“This truth is truly cruel.”
Xu Xi silently tightened his grip on his staff.
Krisha’s talent for magic was a blessing, but the cost behind it was so devastating that it left one speechless.
With a soft sigh, Xu Xi decided to test his theory further by having the girl undergo a few more trials.
Everything went smoothly, just like the meditation attempt.
In the subsequent steps of sensing elements, establishing connections, and absorbing mana, Krisha performed like a prodigy.
“You did well, Krisha,” Xu Xi crouched down and praised the quiet demon girl. “Do you feel any discomfort?”
“No, Mentor,” Krisha Christina shook her head.
Her small face was expressionless, devoid of the innocence and liveliness typical of a child. Instead, there was only a deep, all-consuming darkness in her pale golden eyes.
It was a kind of indescribable void.
One that left others silent.
In a sense, the girl was a complete failure—physically flawed and emotionally stunted, unable to respond to others’ expectations.
Yet it was precisely this deficiency that unexpectedly granted her the aptitude to become an elemental mage.
Xu Xi paused her training.
“Mentor?” Krisha tilted her head slightly, looking at him with confusion.
“Sit down, Krisha,” Xu Xi sat cross-legged on the floor and patted the spot beside him, signaling for the girl to join him.
Xu Xi realized that there was something more important than making the girl stronger.
He needed to understand her past, her experiences. Only by understanding could he truly help her move forward.
Without this knowledge,
even well-intentioned actions might inadvertently cause her further harm.
“…,” Krisha obediently sat down. The apprentice mage robe was slightly too large for her frail frame, covering her legs entirely as she settled.
Her long, silver-gray hair brushed against the floor, spreading gently across the tiles of the meditation room.
A breeze brushed Krisha’s cheek.
It was the warm breath from Xu Xi, who was sitting close.
A strange feeling welled up in the girl’s heart, bringing her an inexplicable sense of comfort.
Then, Xu Xi asked, “Krisha, can you tell me about your past?”
“You mean…”
“Anything is fine. I want to understand you.”
“I understand, Mentor.”
The girl didn’t truly understand what there was to know about her, but she knew that she just needed to obey Xu Xi.
As a personal possession, obedience was the most basic requirement.
And so,
under Xu Xi’s gaze, the twelve-year-old demon girl slowly began to recount a story from long ago, a truth that had taken place before Xu Xi even arrived in this world.
In the year she was born, Krisha met her birth mother.
She was a female demon known to humans as a “Succubus,” with large, curved horns, a human-like, alluring figure, and a massive iron collar locked around her neck.
Her mother gazed at the infant Krisha with a tenderness so profound it seemed to overflow.
Krisha never met her father.
From the day she was born, her mother had hidden her away.
For three or four years, Krisha remained hidden, until the day she finally saw her father for the first and last time.
Her “father” violently dragged her out of the room, threw her out the window, and cast her into the desolate wilderness.
Her mother tried to resist.
But her “father” looked at her with utter disgust.
“Filth… bastard… unworthy… die…”
At that time, Krisha didn’t catch everything her “father” said, but she knew that along with her, her mother’s severed head had also been discarded.
To this day,
Krisha still vividly remembers how her mother’s head had been brutally burned, its surface rough and charred, the massive horns mercilessly severed.
“Run…”
Demons are resilient creatures.
Even after being decapitated and burned, her mother’s head managed to speak one last word to the young Krisha.
And so, obediently, Krisha ran.
Far away from that “home.”
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
