After Transforming, I Trade Lifespan for Martial Arts and Immortality

(Transformation story, harem, yuri)

A sweep of the rivers and lakes, a jug of wine; a dream of mortal life, sixty years.

In the halls of power, noble clans and eunuch factions all harbor ulterior motives, scheming and fighting for power and profit.

Across the martial world, heroes and knights are as numerous as carp crossing a river, while people from every walk of life mingle in the bustling streets.

Jiang Mo opened her eyes in a carriage and immediately got a taste of this chaotic world.

She had also transmigrated into the body of a frail young lady whose entire family had been sentenced to death, and was forced to flee.

At a small temple ten li away, an old monk with white brows and a long beard let out a deep sigh and intoned the Buddha’s name, his clouded eyes gazing at the yellow leaves outside the window...

On a mountain a hundred zhang high, a young scholar in straw sandals had crossed three provinces on foot. He pointed his brush at the Imperial Preceptor in the capital, determined to bring peace to the people under heaven...

A thousand li away on the frontier, a princess guarded the border. Clad in red and gripping a blackwood spear, she wiped the blood from her cheek and shouted, “Kill!”...

Ten thousand li away in a snowy abyss, a hunched old man strolled up through the snow, hoping to reach the lonely city and see once more the woman he had loved so long ago...

This is a story about someone in the martial world, but not quite of it.

Looking back, Jiang Mo realized that she had already journeyed through many long years...