(Everyone's favorite, male rivals competing for her, beloved by all, punishing scumbags, strong heroine, adorable contrast)
A remarkable figure has recently appeared in the world of feng shui. They say she has a red lotus between her brows, capable of containing all things and concealing countless magical treasures.
In her left hand, she wields the Yin-Yang Cosmic Brush, which can reach the underworld and command hordes of corpses. In her right, she carries the Soul-Delivering Evil-Slaying Blade, which can draw in foul energy and slay vengeful ghosts.
On top of that, her cultivation is so profound she can duel the Heavenly Dao and walk away unscathed.
Some even say she is breathtakingly beautiful, and every man who lays eyes on her becomes infatuated, remaining chaste for her alone.
Jiang Shengwan, at the center of all the rumors, lounged carelessly in a red-lacquered wooden chair, a strawberry lollipop in her mouth. She looked smugly at the person kneeling in the hall, who was more than a decade older than her.
“With cultivation like yours, you think you can take on this ancestor? Go eat a few more years' worth of scorched rice first.”
The young disciple of the Mystic Sect standing nearby said, “Ancestor, I think they've eaten more scorched rice than you have.”
Jiang Shengwan: “...You know, nobody would think you were mute if you stopped talking.”
