Depois de Reencarnar no Útero, Eu Controlei a Sorte de Toda a Família

Meng Jiaoyue struggled to open her eyes.

Huh? Why had the world before her turned black and white?

She remembered that last night, after counting the spirit stones she’d earned that day, she’d fallen asleep on her prized, lavishly expensive warm-jade carved bed—a bed she’d gone to great lengths to obtain. Even most cultivators couldn’t afford such a thing; it wasn’t simply a matter of money. That immense slab of warm jade was truly one of a kind.

Though she had no spiritual root and couldn’t cultivate, she was clever—no, let’s say she was excellent at making money. In a word: wealthy. And with her extraordinary luck, she’d managed to acquire that warm jade. Fortunately, her identity had remained well concealed; if anyone had known she owned such a bed, she’d have been dead long ago.

She looked around with effort, but everything was unfamiliar. The black-and-white world resembled a still painting— even the air seemed frozen. She tried to sit up, only to discover she couldn’t move at all, as if some invisible force held her captive.

A surge of alarm ran through her. Had she fallen into some illusion? Had a cultivator she’d once outwitted taken their revenge?

She strained to recall the details of last night, but all that came to mind was the comfort of her warm-jade bed and the joy of counting spirit stones.

What on earth was going on? She needed to figure this out quickly.

At last, she made out her surroundings: a room steeped in luxury at every turn. Her own bedchamber had been extravagant, but this place far surpassed it. S