Ling Yao always thought that she was a loser in cultivating immortals, but fortunately, her master, Yu Heng, had never left her for thousands of years. It wasn't until the night of the Double Cultivation Ceremony, when Mo Yuan died tragically and her spiritual roots were completely shattered, that she was shocked to realize that the Hexin wine handed over by Master Wen was quenched with poison. In the blood and tears of despair, the memory of her past life was suddenly unlocked - it turned out that she was an orphan in the fairy world, and Yu Heng was the culprit who slaughtered her entire family and raised her soul just to refine the cauldron. The three senior brothers who had been guarding silently in the past drew their swords at the same time: "Little junior sister, you just need to tell me who to kill." The arrogant saint who always sneered at her blew up Yu Heng's treasure house with her backhand, raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "Trash, do you want to cooperate?" Ling Yao ignited the fire of Nirvana and smiled slightly: "It's so tiring to act, why not just flip this fake saint's ten thousand year chessboard."
