Ling Yao always thought she was a good-for-nothing at cultivation, and was fortunate that her master, Immortal Venerable Yuheng, had stood by her for a thousand years without ever giving up on her. It was only on the night of the dual cultivation ceremony, when Mo Yuan died a horrible death and her spiritual roots were shattered, that she realized the wine her gentle master had handed her was laced with poison. Amid tears of blood and despair, memories of her past life suddenly unlocked. She was the orphaned heir of the Immortal Realm, and Yuheng was the culprit who had slaughtered her entire family and raised her soul solely to refine her into a cauldron. The three senior brothers who had silently protected her all drew their swords at once. “Little junior sister, just tell us who to kill.” The haughty saintess, who usually mocked her, turned around and blew up Yuheng’s treasury, then raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Good-for-nothing, want to work together?” Ling Yao ignited the fire of rebirth and smiled faintly. “Keeping up the act is exhausting. Why not just flip the board this fake saint has been playing on for ten thousand years?”
