Bai Si had an easy life for the first eighteen years. Then her country fell and her family was destroyed, so she picked up her sword and set out to seek immortality. Along the way, she picked up a System that didn’t look very useful.
System: ?
I’m a golden finger, okay? The best sect, the most powerful master, the most mysterious cards, all arranged! Wait, could you at least try to put in some effort? You’ve cultivated for a day and a half and undergone tribulation thirty times. Do you think that’s normal?
The gentle and refined senior brother glances at her. “If you can’t do it, stop struggling.”
Her lazy, freewheeling master pats her head. “It’s fine. Just grow up safe and sound.”
Her cool and aloof senior sister hands her a pill. “If you need anything for your cultivation, just tell me.”
Bai Si has no choice. Being hopelessly bad at cultivation is simply a fact, so she tunes out the endless chatter and focuses on fighting monsters and leveling up.
But she gradually realizes: why is everyone telling stories about her wherever she goes?
And why are her friends looking at her more and more strangely?
Xie Xu has always been praised as a gentleman: a gentleman’s sword, a gentleman’s path.
An unparalleled genius of the immortal realm, the upright and proper senior brother of Taichu, a sword cultivator as bright and serene as the moon, ranked among the realm’s great beauties.
Only he knows that he has no gentleman’s heart.
He lives a life that is polished, precise, and always just right.
His new junior sister is his complete opposite: too dazzling, too bold, too unpredictable.
He dislikes her.
Until one day, he looks up from the mud.
“The world forged me into a shell of divinity, then shattered me against its ways. I am no cloud by the river, no moon in the sky. I strive and scheme, filthy with dust, yet I still dare to dream of gathering sunlight in my arms.”
A shameless, carefree junior sister who never gives up until she hits a wall × a cold, aloof, heaven-blessed senior brother
