Chapter 5: Gaining the Divine Beauty Elixir-The Real Heiress of the Seventies: Taking Revenge and Bringing a Magical Space to the Countryside(When the Bright Moon Rises)

"Glug glug~" Just as she finished her impassioned vow of revenge, Lin Xiaodou's stomach growled with hunger.

Her adoptive mother, Wu Guiqin, was a sharp-tongued, bitter woman who often scolded the original owner, calling her a worthless burden. Wu Guiqin had planned to marry her off to a simple-minded man for a hefty bride price, but the girl escaped on her own, fell, and broke her leg—ruining the wedding arrangements. Injured and unable to work, she lost a substantial amount of wages. All these accumulating misfortunes left Wu Guiqin deeply dissatisfied.

As punishment, she hid all the food in the house inside the cupboard, locking it every night after dinner. Only when she returned from work the following evening would she unlock it, expecting the girl to prepare dinner. In other words, the original owner could only eat once a day—if at all. Take tonight, for example: a minor mistake meant she was forbidden from eating.

People say that patients gain weight while recuperating, but after ten days at home, the original owner had only grown thinner, losing several pounds. Whenever hunger became unbearable, she survived by drinking water. Thinking of this, Lin Xiaodou couldn’t help but complain—the original owner was too meek, never resisting, and Lin Xiaodou found herself at a loss for words.

Her stomach continued its protest, pain twisting through her gut. Lin Xiaodou hurriedly summoned a bowl of mushroom and lean pork porridge from her space, scooped up a spoonful, and drank.

Mmm~

The tender mushrooms and fresh lean meat blended perfectly. A warm bowl of hot porridge soothed her entire body. Truly, as the saying goes, only good food can heal all wounds.

Lin Xiaodou’s irritation melted away. After finishing the porridge, she entered her space. In the sweltering heat of summer, the original owner was trapped in a cramped, stifling storage room, sticky with sweat. Lin Xiaodou planned to bathe and rest in the space, where it was eternally spring—not too hot, not too cold, the ideal place to recuperate.

But as soon as she entered, Lin Xiaodou noticed something strange. The exquisite wooden cottage, always tightly closed, had opened its door on its own.

Curious, she walked inside. The cottage was simply decorated, structured with three bedrooms and a living room, exuding an ancient, enduring charm. In the center of the living room sat a wooden table, upon which rested two boxes and a letter.

Lin Xiaodou opened the envelope and found it was written by the previous owner of the space. A thousand years ago, a female cultivator acquired this space in a hidden realm. When she failed to ascend, all the wondrous treasures within vanished, leaving only the final two. On her deathbed, she wrote a letter explaining its origins, offering the space to a destined successor.

A thousand years later, Lin Xiaodou had become that successor.

So that's how it was. Lin Xiaodou bowed reverently to the envelope, offering sincere thanks: "Thank you, elder."

Her gaze shifted to the two boxes, each inscribed with small characters: "Divine Power Strength Pill" and "Ice-Skin Jade-Complexion Pill." Lin Xiaodou’s eyes instantly brightened. It was as though a pillow had been handed to her just as she needed to rest. These were precisely what she needed most!

The original owner was seventeen, a budding blossom, but terribly frail. Standing tall at 170 centimeters, she weighed barely eighty pounds. Years of beatings, scoldings, and endless labor had ruined her health. This time, after falling from the second floor, she nearly broke her leg, leaving her whole body weak.

She still had to contend with both her adoptive and biological families, so her body needed rapid recovery. The Divine Power Strength Pill was the perfect remedy. As for the Ice-Skin Jade-Complexion Pill...

Lin Xiaodou couldn’t help but touch her right cheek. Since awakening in this era, she had yet to look in a mirror—previously out of fear, but now she felt ready. She summoned a mirror.

In its reflection appeared a young face: a girl with two messy braids, wearing a faded dark blue short-sleeved shirt. Her complexion was sallow and pale, though her features were rather delicate. With proper care, she might have been a gentle beauty. Unfortunately, a palm-sized scar marred her right cheek, destroying that allure. The scar was uneven and red-violet, like several centipedes crawling across her skin—ghastly and frightening.

When the original owner was three, on New Year's Day, her adoptive mother, Wu Guiqin, boiled a pot of scalding water to clean chicken feathers for a festive meal. Busy and unable to leave her chores, she ordered the girl to fetch the hot water. But the basin sat atop the stove, out of reach for the small child. The girl brought a stool, stretched on tiptoe, barely grasping the basin's edge.

With a strong pull, the basin tipped. Boiling water cascaded down, severely burning her right cheek. The little one screamed desperately for help. Instead, Wu Guiqin cursed her as a debt-collecting ghost and smeared soy sauce on her face. Perhaps the burn was too severe, or the treatment too careless; from then on, a terrifying scar remained.

It became her greatest source of shame. Every time she went out, regardless of weather, she wrapped her face in a scarf, avoiding conversation with others. But no matter how she concealed it, someone always came forward to mock her: "Ugly freak," "Centipede monster," "Mute," "Worthless burden." Those cruel nicknames clung to her like shadows, biting like a thousand ants.

Her self-esteem shrank, her character grew darker. Raised in such an environment, how could she compare to a pampered impostor born into luxury?

Sadly, the biological parents she longed for never understood her. Even in death, they said, "Good riddance, she deserved it."

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaodou’s teeth ached with anger. Damn it, what kind of people are these? Once she recovered, revenge was imperative; otherwise, she’d suffocate from indignation.

Previously, Lin Xiaodou worried about how to heal the scar on her face, but now there was no need to hurry—the Ice-Skin Jade-Complexion Pill, made for cultivators, promised miraculous results. Still, it wasn’t time to use it, lest others grow suspicious.

Lin Xiaodou opened the other box, took out the Divine Power Strength Pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.

The cool jade pill slid down her throat, instantly unleashing a warm torrent that surged wildly through her body. Lin Xiaodou closed her eyes, savoring the power’s benefits.

Half an hour later, when the pill had fully merged with her body, Lin Xiaodou snapped open her eyes. Her gaze radiated brilliance, lighting up the entire room.

Standing at the center of the cottage, her aura underwent a complete transformation—like a sword drawn from its sheath, ready to pierce the heavens and earth!