Ten thousand years ago, she was the most dazzling goddess in the upper world, and he was the creator god of creation. The two of them overlooked the three realms side by side, but they both fell due to a shocking conspiracy.
In order to protect her remaining soul, he used up all his divine power to send her into reincarnation. Before his soul dispersed and disappeared, a trace of his remaining soul was sent to the ancestral land of the Qingxuan Sect, the largest sect in the world of immortality, and became the ancestor Shen Qingmo who had been sleeping for thousands of years.
However, her soul was torn apart in reincarnation, half falling into modern times, and half becoming Jiang Qingyu, the foolish and bullied daughter of the Jiang family in the world of immortality.
Ten thousand years later, the modern soul awakened. Jiang Qingyu opened his eyes, his stupidity faded away, leaving only a cold edge in his eyes. Just as Qing Xuanzong was accepting disciples, she was accidentally selected and became the youngest disciple of Shen Qingmo, the legendary ancestor who was cold, ascetic and aloof from the world.
"Little Junior Sister, I heard that you were... Not very smart before?"
"Junior sister, this is an entry ceremony, although you may not need it..."
Facing eight senior brothers and sisters, Jiang Qingyu curled her lips and sneered.
When she crushed the provocateur's magical weapon with her bare hands, when she used her useless body to beat the genius, when the system behind her frantically refreshed the screen with "Face value +10086", everyone was shocked - this was not stupid, he was clearly a boss pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!
What's even more shocking is that the ancestor who was never approachable would actually cook medicine for her with his own hands, would say "It's okay, I'll take care of it for you" after she got into trouble, and would be there when no one was around, with paranoia and tenderness that spanned ten thousand years welling up in his eyes.
"Master, they said I'm not good enough for you."
Shen Qingmo brushed her hair with his fingertips, and his voice was low and dangerous: "Who dares to say that? I will destroy his soul."
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