Domineering Woman

Chapter 3: Playing the Fool

Feng Wuxie stared in shock at her now empty hand, utterly confused. Her handgun had disappeared, and so had the mysterious man from her hallucination. What on earth was going on? She didn’t have time to figure it out—saving herself was her top priority. Enduring the pain, she began to walk, step by step, out of the filthy, stinking, humiliating pigpen.

Relying on the hazy memories left by the original owner of this body, Feng Wuxie gained a rough understanding of this world. The original owner had the same name as her—Feng Wuxie. However, this world she was now in was certainly not the 21st century she was familiar with but a place called the Qi Continent.

In this world, the practice of "Soul Arts" was revered. Soul Arts referred to the unique potential of each person's soul, enabling them to sense and control various natural and supernatural forces. Natural forces included elements like wind, fire, earth, water, thunder, and air—things visible to the human eye or perceptible through the senses. Supernatural forces, on the other hand, referred to powers from other realms, such as summoning, darkness, healing, and so on. By strengthening one's soul, a person could harness these formidable powers. Practitioners of Soul Arts were collectively known as Soul Artists. The hierarchy among Soul Artists was simple: the stronger the soul, the higher the rank. This ranking directly determined a person’s status and their family's honor.

The original owner of this body had been a fool. Her jumbled memories were filled with trivial, idiotic moments, but they did provide some useful information.

As Feng Wuxie snapped out of her thoughts, she realized she had walked into the front courtyard. The servants of the Feng household, upon seeing her filthy and smelly appearance, weren’t surprised at all. Instead, their eyes were filled with contempt and disdain. Feng Wuxie overheard them gossiping about her:

“Look, the fool somehow managed to get out. What is that on her? Pig dung? It stinks!”

“Good heavens, look at her face. Has she been disfigured? Who beat her up like that? She’s hideous!”

Suppressing the anger bubbling up inside her, Feng Wuxie kept her expression calm and continued walking. She was too weak now; in the eyes of these people, the weak were easy targets. She wouldn't waste her energy on these lowly creatures.

At that moment, a young girl approached her from a distance. The girl was dressed in an elegant, orchid-patterned gown of deep green, her features delicate, with a gentle yet commanding presence. Upon seeing Feng Wuxie, she didn’t mock her like the others. Instead, she gazed at Feng Wuxie with tenderness, her eyes filling with tears of joy as though they were reuniting after a long separation.

“Third Sister? Where have you been these past three years? Your mind isn’t well, and you can’t cultivate Soul Power. You disappeared so suddenly— I was worried sick! I thought... I thought... that our elder sister might have...”

Feng Wuxie paused, searching her memories for the identity of this girl. It turned out to be her second sister, Feng Wuxia. Despite the concerned tone, Feng Wuxie could feel the lingering fear in her body’s remaining original consciousness. This fear was even more intense than the dread she felt when recalling her eldest sister, Feng Wuxin.

But the original owner's memory was fragmented; Feng Wuxie couldn’t find anything in those memories that explained why she feared this second sister so much.

“Third Sister, what happened to you...?” Feng Wuxia asked, stepping closer and taking Feng Wuxie’s hand. She brought it to her nose and sniffed, then exclaimed in shock, “Could it be... that our elder sister locked you in the pigsty?!”

Feng Wuxie secretly scoffed. If this second sister was truly worried about her, how could she have not known where she was? Clearly, this was all an act!

With that thought, Feng Wuxie didn’t expose Feng Wuxia's pretense. Instead, she threw herself into Feng Wuxia’s arms as if she had just found her savior. She spoke with emotion and grievance, “Second Sister, I’m lucky to have survived and see you again. Our elder sister bullied me—you have to help me!”

In that instant, much of the pig dung on Feng Wuxie’s body smeared onto Feng Wuxia, and the foul stench spread.

Feng Wuxia’s previously gentle and serene expression instantly changed. Feng Wuxie noticed this and coldly sneered inwardly. The original owner had been foolish, her life constantly threatened by others. Now that her soul had been replaced, the danger was even greater than before.

If those who had targeted the fool before hadn’t yet used their full strength, they certainly would once they realized she was no longer an i***t.

It was better to lie low and play the fool, at least for now. That way, she could see exactly what kind of demons lurked within the Feng household.