The copper coin was tossed into the air, only to fall back down. She quickly caught the coin and then opened her palm to reveal it, heads up. After that, she pocketed the coin and tied a small bundle to her chest. She picked some wild fruits to satisfy her hunger and then started walking towards the mountain peak on her left. This mountain was quite interesting. Seen from a distance, the peaks resembled three fingers. Her expression became distant as she remembered the past, Shujun clinging to her side, the frivolously wandering men, sometimes coy, sometimes charming, and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly. But suddenly, her pace faltered, and she vigorously shook her head. The pleasant mood of just a moment before had already scattered, and she felt suddenly melancholic. The world is vast, but where was she to go from here? Turns out, she was such a pitiful wretch, having left the Liang family with not even a place to settle down. She pondered again for a while. "With such a vast landscape of rivers and mountains, why not take this time to wander around and see more of the world?" she thought. With this thought in mind, she rallied her spirit and continued towards Three Finger Peak. There were many fierce beasts in the mountains, but when they encountered Dong Huiying, they were nothing but prey. She was extraordinarily strong, whether it was gray wolves, leopards, or tigers, they all were no match for her. Hence, even though she occasionally encountered fierce beasts on her journey, traveling through the wilderness turned out to be a smooth path for her. However, as time went by, some subtle changes began to appear in her... For instance, when she first encountered a fierce beast, she might consider her options – if she was hungry, she would kill it for its meat; if not, she would simply ignore it. It’s time when she encountered a White Tiger. The White Tiger roared at her, but she was busy gnawing on a roasted wild chicken and couldn’t be bothered with it. However, the White Tiger overstepped its bounds and swiped a claw at her, so she burst into action and beat it until it cried out like a little kitten, but she did not go too far. Instead, she deliberately held back, allowing the White Tiger to escape from her clutches. The White Tiger ran off in a panic, looking for all the world as if its tail was on fire, and it didn’t dare to look back even once. She calmly grabbed the roasted wild chicken and took another bite, following the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy. But as the number of times she fought with the beasts in the mountains increased, so did the bloodshed. One night, as she curled up by the fire dozing off, a leopard set its sights on her. In the struggle with the leopard, she lost control. With a crack, she snapped the leopard’s neck. Her heart grew colder, but conversely, the blood in her veins grew hotter. She slightly furrowed her eyebrows; restlessness filled her mind, making her uneasy and irritable. This feeling was far from pleasant, and only the sight of blood, the act of killing, could bring her tumultuous spirit temporary peace. She knew in her heart what was causing this. From the beginning, she knew she had been poisoned. Yixuan had drunk her blood before and subsequently went mad. And once at Hong Xiangjun’s gambling house, she had nearly attacked Zhu Xingfang with lethal force, which made her realize that her thoughts were being influenced by the toxin in her body without her knowing. She usually hid it well, but occasionally she would become inexplicably irritable or even develop a tendency towards violence. Perhaps it was her strong self-control that allowed her to suppress those abnormalities. However, this time, approaching the mountain, perhaps because of the many things she had recently experienced, her heart was too weary to maintain control. The violent factors surged out uncontrollably.