The Beloved Junior Sister Cultivates in a Pocket Dimension

Pain surged through Wang Xinran’s consciousness in wave after wave.

She struggled to open her eyes, but everything was blurry. Her whole body hurt as if it had been taken apart and put back together. Above her was an old wooden ceiling beam, and the air smelled faintly of mildew and medicinal herbs.

“Where am I?” She tried to sit up, but the movement tugged at her wounds, making her suck in a sharp breath.

This wasn’t her college dorm, nor was it a hospital. The realization jolted her almost fully awake.

Just then, unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded her mind: Wang Xinran, fifteen years old, an illegitimate daughter of the Wang family in Wanjian City. She had been beaten with a rod under family law for stealing her legitimate elder sister’s jade pendant, and now lay gravely injured in bed. Well, she’d certainly lived long enough...