I, the Princess, Am the Only Prodigy in the Cultivation World

The day Qi Li was sent away for a political marriage, the entire royal family of Nanli celebrated.

At long last, they had gotten rid of this good-for-nothing. From now on, she could wreak havoc on some other royal family.

In the world of cultivation, strength determines everything. A sword cultivator weaker than a body cultivator is a disgrace.

But later, she was the one who trampled sword cultivators, shattered heavenly thunder, and broke the cycle with a single strike.

Qi Li: “Is ‘good-for-nothing’ some new way of complimenting people?”

Qi Li: “I may be a good-for-nothing, but you can’t even beat one.”

Qi Li: “Why are you looking at me? Watch your step.”

Qi Li: “So it turns out I’m the only genius on the Yuntian Continent.”

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Evil cultivators run rampant, and the cycle descends upon the world.

One person wields a sharp sword and bears an array on her back. With one strike, she breaks the shackles; with one formation, she settles the world.

“Everyone, remember this: in the dead end foretold by the Imperial Preceptor, I, Qi Li, am the only hope this continent has.”