From the memories of the original host, Shen Mubai knew the sect leader wasn’t a bad person, but his methods often left much to be desired.

As for Yuan Ling, his character was downright repulsive.

Not only had he clashed with the original host’s body, but his treatment of the male lead made Shen Mubai determined not to let this go easily.

Right now, however, the priority was to restore the male lead’s spiritual roots before the small secret realm opened.

Whether it worked or not, it was worth a try.

Currently, Yan Rong had lost his cultivation and was no different from an ordinary mortal.

Ever since he arrived at Xueling Peak, he had been living a life of hardship.

Not only did Liu Yuezhen’s three disciples torment him at every opportunity, but even the registered disciples and servant workers looked down on him.

In fact, Yan Rong’s life was worse than that of an ordinary servant on Xueling Peak.

He worked from dawn until dusk, taking on tasks such as watering spiritual herbs, chopping wood, and cleaning—all of which were considered light work.

On bad days, the other servants would vent their frustrations by playing cruel pranks on him.

Liu Yuezhen was vaguely aware that Yan Rong’s life on Xueling Peak wasn’t easy.

However, she never bothered to look into it closely.

In truth, the situation was far worse than she imagined.

Even if she had known, Liu Yuezhen, harboring resentment, probably wouldn’t have cared.

She might have even felt a sense of vindication.

Shen Mubai couldn’t help but think it was a miracle the male lead didn’t harbor deep hatred for the original host.

Given the current circumstances, though, it was clear Yan Rong wasn’t a fool.

He had likely long given up any hope in Liu Yuezhen.

With these thoughts in mind, she called for a servant.

“Take me to Yan Rong’s quarters.”

The servant looked startled and stammered, “Immortal, how about I bring Yan Rong here instead?”

Seeing his evasive expression, Shen Mubai narrowed her eyes slightly and feigned a cold tone.

“Since when do you decide what I should or shouldn’t do?”

The servant panicked and quickly bowed.

“Forgive me, Immortal! I won’t dare again.”

Frightened out of any lingering defiance, the servant obediently led her toward Yan Rong’s residence.

The further they went, the more remote the surroundings became.

Eventually, they arrived at a dilapidated woodshed.

Shen Mubai had expected the male lead’s living conditions to be bad, but she hadn’t imagined it would be this appalling.

Her gaze turned icy as she glanced at the servant.

“Explain.”

The oppressive aura of a Golden Core cultivator was not something a low-level servant could withstand.

He immediately dropped to his knees, trembling as his face turned pale.

“Immortal, Yan Rong insisted on living here himself.”

Internally, he couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful.

Master Suyi never cared about this useless boy before. Why is she suddenly concerned now?

Seeing his downcast expression, Shen Mubai knew he was lying.

She sneered coldly, “It seems none of you hold me in any regard.”

The servant felt a heavy pressure on his chest as a metallic taste rose in his throat.

Overwhelmed with fear, he hastily pleaded, “Immortal, please have mercy! I’ll tell the truth!”

With trembling lips, he began recounting how Yan Rong had been mistreated.

However, he carefully omitted the worst incidents, only mentioning the lighter offenses.