Chapter 2 She's a Cultivator and an Alchemist

Demi remained in the hospital for three days. She should have been able to leave after she woke up, but because she had first arrived at the hospital with an abnormally high body temperature—and had self-healed too quickly—a group of experts from the hospital had insisted on researching her blood. After extensive tests, it was confirmed that there was nothing unusual, so they reluctantly allowed her to leave. … As the sun began to set, Demi suddenly appeared outside the gate of a courtyard—she had used teleportation. Demi took a deep breath and pushed open the gate. This was Margaret Moone's home. Margaret was the elderly lady who had raised her. Demi was a daughter of the Pitts. As for why she carried the family name "Moone", it was because she was abandoned in the countryside for some reason, where she had suffered hardship at the hands of her adoptive parents. At the age of nine, her cruel adoptive parents had planned to sell her to a fool as a child bride, but she had managed to escape. Later on, Margaret, who had been scavenging, had taken her in. When Demi was 15 years old, she was found and taken back by the Pitt family. However, Ana, the adopted daughter of the Pitts, was greatly affected by this incident. She fell ill and even thought about suicide. Thus, the Pitts discussed this with Demi and decided to have her pretend to be a housekeeper in the household before officially acknowledging her after some time. Demi waited for a year, but even after her death, the Pitt family never acknowledged her. The courtyard was quiet. When Demi pushed open the door, she saw her grandmother lying peacefully on the bed. Margaret's face was ashen, and her frail body beneath the blanket was reduced to skin and bones. Her breathing was also faint. Demi didn't need to diagnose her to know that Margaret was ill and in an unconscious state. In Demi's previous life, Margaret's health had already been poor even before Demi had gone with the Pitt family. Margaret suffered from countless major and minor illnesses, but she had never gotten any proper treatment as they had no money. In her previous life, Demi had stayed with the Pitts not only because she had longed for familial affection but also to earn money to treat her younger brother and Margaret. Not only had Margaret taken Demi in, she had also adopted a younger son, Timothy Moone, who was autistic and likewise couldn't afford treatment. Back then, Demi used to think that if she could save a bit more money, she could return to take Margaret to see a doctor. Who would have thought that after her soul left her body in that fire and wandered around the Pitts for seven days, she would cross over into the world of cultivation? In that world, she became an alchemist, cultivated for 300 years, and then inexplicably crossed back into the real world. In the other world, there was no illness she had been unable to cure. So, Margaret's illness shouldn't be a problem either. Demi thanked the heavens for giving her this chance. She placed her hands on Margaret's wrist and gently closed her eyes as she began diagnosing Margaret's condition. Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside. A trace of joy appeared on Demi's face. She opened her eyes, and sure enough, she saw her younger brother, Timothy, returning. Timothy was carrying a basket of ragweed on his back. When he saw Demi, he froze in place. His eyes widened in confusion, and his mouth was agape. Demi was confused. Why was he looking at her as if he didn't recognize her? The two of them stared at each other for a long time before she finally realized that her current appearance was worlds apart from how she looked in her previous life before the fire. In the 300 years she had spent in the world of cultivation, she had consumed numerous rare herbs. Moreover, one of her seniors had crafted countless beauty-enhancing and anti-aging pills for her that she had practically eaten like meals. When combined with her cultivation, her body and appearance had been completely transformed. Her current appearance looked like a former version of herself but with a ton of beauty filters applied. Demi approached Timothy and gently patted his head. She said softly, "Timmy, it's me. Your sister is back." Timothy hadn't seen Demi in a long time. He thought that since she had gone to live a good life with a wealthy family, it made sense that she would undergo a transformation and become more beautiful. Besides, her voice hadn't changed, so he was certain that she really was his sister. He reached out and grasped Demi's wrist before glancing back and forth between Margaret and Demi with reddened eyes. Although he didn't say anything, Demi understood what he meant. "It's okay. I'm back now, and I'll help Grandma get treated." Demi stroked Timothy's head while gently comforting him.