To save someone dear to me, I entered that forbidden mountain soaked in blood.
I only wanted to gather a single medicinal herb, but unexpectedly became the sole heir to the Qingxuan Sect, destroyed ten thousand years ago.
From then on, I, a Qi Refining cultivator, landed on the kill list of the cultivation world’s largest demonic sect. They see me as a remnant, covet my inheritance, and have laid a vast inescapable net to capture me.
I have no particular talents, only the life-saving movement technique my parents left me and the cautious heart I forged battling demonic beasts deep in the mountains.
If I can’t win, I never get entangled. If I find a treasure, I know my limits. If an opportunity arises, I weigh it carefully, again and again.
I escape the mountains of corpses and seas of blood time after time, quietly cultivating in places no one knows about. My enemies think I’ve long since turned to dust, unaware that the long-lost Qingluan Swiftstep is quietly returning to the world with every step I take.
Many years later, when I have no choice but to stop and face my enemies, whose ranks blot out the sky,
only then do they realize in terror that the herb-gathering girl who once knew only how to run for her life has risen to a height they can never reach.
I look at the sword in my hand and whisper to myself:
“This time, I don’t have to run anymore.”
