Mo Jiu, the undisputed queen of the twenty-seventh-century mercenary world, dies unexpectedly because of a ring.
Qin Shiyi, the Night Prince of Licheng who disguises herself as a man, is a useless, woman-loving wastrel. Someone kicks her off a tavern balcony, and she stops breathing.
When she opens her eyes again, starlight flashes in her gaze. She has become “him.” From then on, she refines divine pills, makes contracts with spirit beasts, wields divine artifacts, and embarks on a path of cultivation that defies the heavens.
Beneath the hazy night sky, someone is suddenly pulled into an embrace and grits their teeth. “Your Excellency, National Preceptor, this young master isn't into men!” The wickedly handsome man curls his lips into a charming, seductive smile. “Little Eleven, don't be in such a hurry. As it happens, neither am I.”
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There are some problems in the middle, but everything else is fine. Come on, the author! [Sending Hearts]
Come on, the author. Except for some confusing and disconnected chapters in the middle of the article, and some things that haven't been written yet, the rest is very good. There are no big problems later. Come on.
This is your first time writing an article. I support you and hope you can fill in the missing parts as soon as possible.