NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3
Chapter 3: A Strange Woman:
The spiritual energy on Pure Void Mountain was exceptionally rich, making it an ideal paradise for cultivation, where even spirit beasts thrived.
Herbs were abundant in the mountains, and over the past ten years, the original owner had often gathered them himself to refine pills.
Tang Mo was in a hurry and couldn’t afford to search the entire mountain, so he only picked a dozen herbs along the way. He needed to save every bit of capital for his new life in the city.
But looking at this natural treasure trove, he still felt a pang of regret.
Before long, all of this would fall into the hands of the male lead.
In the original plot, after Lin Xuan effortlessly took away the original owner’s Pill Spirit Root and awakened his Spirit Eyes, the two senior and junior sisters didn’t mourn Tang Mo’s tragic death for even a second. Instead, they were only resentful—how had they failed to realize for ten years that the original owner possessed such a priceless treasure?
In their eyes, Ye Qingyi had practically given Lin Xuan a grand gift!
So, they proceeded to strip Pure Void Mountain clean, offering Lin Xuan everything to help him upgrade his alchemy skills and win his favor.
Tang Mo had always been clear about his likes and dislikes. If someone was kind to him, he repaid kindness; if they wronged him, he held grudges.
Even when he had read the novel, he had despised the three women of Pure Void Sect.
Now that he had transmigrated, he naturally treated Zi Que well, while showing nothing but indifference to those ungrateful wolves.
His past life had been full of ups and downs.
Right before his college entrance exams, his parents had died in an accident. His world collapsed, and he didn’t even score high enough for a third-tier university.
Gritting his teeth, he repeated a year. But the constant setbacks and the pressure of survival shattered his focus, and he failed again.
He had no money, no family, and wasn’t even a student anymore.
At his lowest point, he had laughed at himself.
He wasn’t afraid of being alive, so why fear death?
But he had been right to hold on—because as long as he lived, there was always a chance.
It was his high school literature teacher, Mr. Hao, who gave him a new lease on life.
Mr. Hao knew he no longer had the heart to study, so he rented him a place to live, gave him some pocket money, and introduced him to friends who taught him business.
Later, when Tang Mo managed to save some money, Mr. Hao used his own savings to invest in him, helping him start a small company.
Tang Mo worked hard, never accepting defeat, and took advantage of the booming economy to rise quickly, becoming a successful entrepreneur.
By the time he was twenty-six, he was wealthy and handsome. The number of girls chasing him was enough to block his office entrance.
But Mr. Hao, after a lifetime of teaching, had worn himself out. He was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer.
As if misfortunes never came alone, Tang Mo’s company also became the target of scheming competitors. No matter how much money he poured into fixing the situation, the losses were endless.
Mr. Hao passed away. His company collapsed.
Tang Mo sold his last luxury car and gave his teacher a grand funeral.
After the funeral, to distract himself, he immersed himself in reading cultivation novels… and then, just like that, he transmigrated into one.
Now, as he neared the wooden hut that had once belonged to the original owner, he shook off those memories.
He stepped off the stone steps, onto the soft bed of fallen leaves, ready to gather his belongings before heading to the city.
But at that moment—
Tang Mo’s sharp hearing picked up a faint rustling sound near the wooden hut.
Something else was stepping on the fallen leaves.
A spirit beast?
Cautious, he followed the sound. But when he pushed aside the branches blocking his view, he froze.
It wasn’t a spirit beast.
It was a young woman, covered in blood, collapsed on the ground.
Tang Mo immediately halted, stopping several meters away.
The woman seemed to hear his footsteps. With her last bit of strength, she trembled as she lifted her head to look at him.
Even with mud and blood smeared across her delicate face, her breathtaking beauty remained undeniable.
If anything, her current state—so fragile, so broken—only intensified the urge to protect her.
Her round almond eyes shimmered with desperation.
Her lips parted weakly, forming a silent word—”Help.”
But before she could make a sound, her head slumped forward, and she stopped moving.
Dead?
Tang Mo frowned.
Yet, despite having lost consciousness, her fingers still twitched against the ground, as if her body refused to give up.
Behind her, a long trail of bloodstains marked her path.
Not completely dead. Her faint breathing was proof she was still alive.
There were no deadly demon beasts on Pure Void Mountain.
She must have been injured elsewhere and somehow fled here.
But no matter where she came from, a mysterious, gravely injured woman meant one thing—trouble.
And Tang Mo had no interest in inviting trouble.
Right now, he had enough problems of his own.
He had no reason to repeat the same mistake the original owner made—saving an unknown woman, only for her to turn out to be another Ye Li, instead of a Zi Que.
Tang Mo hardened his heart and decided to leave everything behind, not even retrieving his belongings from the hut.
“Miss, you’re on your own—”
But then…
A memory surfaced.
“Mr. Hao, why did you help me?”
“Because I could. Lending a hand when possible—it’s good karma for my next life.”
Tang Mo shut his eyes.
He exhaled deeply, recalling Mr. Hao’s gentle smile, and his final words before passing.
Tang Mo sighed.
“Teacher, you taught me literature for a year, but you taught me how to be a person for eight.”
“I didn’t make you proud with my studies… But this time…”
“If you can see me from the afterlife, at least you’ll be a little comforted.”
With that, he strode forward and knelt beside the dying woman.
Even in her battered state, her beauty was striking.
But he had something more important to test—his golden finger.
Channeling his spiritual energy into his Spirit Eyes, he switched to diagnostic mode—
And immediately, the extent of her injuries sent chills down his spine.
Aside from her heart and brain, nearly all her internal organs glowed sickly green—a sign of severe damage.
Her governing meridian and penetrating meridian were completely dark red, indicating grave injuries.
Her conception meridian was slightly better, but many of its acupoints were red—especially near Guanyuan, Qihai, and Shenque.
The only good news was that her lower dantian remained intact.
She had severe internal bleeding, extreme blood loss, multiple fractures, and external wounds—as if she had barely escaped a brutal battle.
Tang Mo was impressed.
How much sheer willpower had it taken for her to crawl this far before collapsing?
If he refused to save her now, this breathtakingly beautiful woman would soon fade from existence.
Then, he spotted something strange in her golden core.
There was a gray mist-like barrier wrapped around it, blocking the flow of her spiritual energy.
It wasn’t completely sealed, but it was locked, preventing her from breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm.
Who would go so far as to destroy her future in cultivation?
Even weirder—there was a mass of toxic purple-green energy constantly attacking that gray barrier.
Every time it struck, her pale face twisted in pain.
Two conflicting forces—one blocking her breakthrough, the other trying to destroy it.
But at this moment, saving her life came first.
Tang Mo swiftly retrieved several jade bottles from his storage pouch.
Lifting her slightly, he parted her lips and fed her medicinal pills, using his spiritual energy to aid their absorption.
Finally, he wrapped her in a black cloak to cover her torn clothes… then scooped her into his arms and sped down the mountain.
As her soft, cold body nestled against his warmth, her eyelashes quivered slightly.
Her breath smelled faintly of blood, but beneath it was a light, elegant fragrance.
Tang Mo glanced at her face and smirked.
“I can heal you, but I can also kill you.”
“If you betray me—don’t blame me.”