Ji Zhumeng knew she was as good as dead, but the moment she thought about how she had died, she gritted her teeth, furious, and forced herself back to her feet.
A mighty Sword Immortal, killed by a sneak attack.
What a disgrace.
As Ji Zhumeng plotted her revenge, she soon discovered that this humiliation was only getting worse.
The great Sword Immortal had barely come back to life, only to become an ordinary person with no spiritual power: “...”
Ji Zhumeng was ready to accept her fate, swallow her pride, and scrape by. But when she turned around, she ran into an old acquaintance.
Once glorious, now struggling just to walk, Ji Zhumeng: “...”
Could fate, this wretched thing, at least show some restraint when humiliating people? Her old acquaintance, her senior brother, was rich, powerful, handsome, and responsible enough to take good care of her.
With someone even feeding her, Ji Zhumeng stretched luxuriously and said, “I could get used to living like this.”
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Her beautiful, kind-hearted senior brother was hated by just about everyone. He had more enemies and rivals than grains of sand on the ground. If they were all killed, they could fill the night sky with stars.
There was nothing for it. Ji Zhumeng had to rise from her deathbed and secretly grab her sword, threatening, bribing, and silencing people. She was busier by the day.
Just then, the cultivation world's most troublesome neighbor, the Demon Realm, came knocking. As the two sides glared at each other and exchanged threats, Ji Zhumeng, whose reputation on both sides rivaled that of evil spirits and wicked gods, tiredly made a brief appearance.
She stood before an army of thousands, and for a moment, no one dared move.
Ji Zhumeng looked around, idly weighed her sword in her hand, and asked, “Do you know what a Sword Immortal is?”
