I'll Dig Up My Spiritual Root. I'm Done Cultivating

Cultivation / wish fulfillment / equally powerful male and female leads / heroine who is sweet on the outside and ruthless underneath

You won’t die. I’ll dig out my own spiritual root with my bare hands. I’m done cultivating immortality. There’s no need for you hypocrites to do it for me.

“By the name of Yun Ziyuan, I offer my blood as a sacrifice. I summon the vengeful spirits of thirty thousand. This blood feud must be avenged. Return to my soul!”

Dressed in a red-and-black robe, Yun Ziyuan stood alone atop a towering cliff, her long hair, bound high, whipping wildly in the wind.

Her once flawless, pale face was now filled with grief and despair. She threw her head back and laughed again and again, her voice shrill and crazed.

“Ha ha ha...”

As the laughter slowly faded, Yun Ziyuan raised a hand and pointed toward the so-called righteous cultivators below the cliff.

Her voice was low and full of fury, each word seeming to be forced through clenched teeth.

“You claim to follow the righteous path, yet you’ve committed a slaughter. Open your dog eyes and look back at this sea of blood and mountain of corpses. So what if they’re demons? So what if they’re ghosts? If you don’t know what they’re like, how can you tell right from wrong? If you don’t know their suffering, how can you kill them?”

Yun Ziyuan’s voice echoed through the mountains, filled with endless grief and fury.

Her words roused the immortal sects to blazing anger, and they all shouted their accusations at her.

“Yun Ziyuan, you demoness! You were once part of the immortal sects, yet now you collude with demons and ghosts. Have you no shame?”

“She became a demon long ago, of course she’d speak up for evil. Quick, kill her, or she’ll become a great threat to our sects!”

“Demoness, surrender at once and admit your mistakes. Perhaps we’ll leave your corpse intact. If you insist on refusing to see reason...”

“Anyone who sides with demons is a demon! Enough talk. Kill her! Kill her!”