The day Ye Youyou crushed her dantian, the entire Qingyun Sect mocked her.
Her biased master said she wouldn’t survive three days outside the sect, while her ungrateful junior brothers and sisters hurled insults at her.
They had no idea she’d bonded with the King’s Legacy System
Li Bai’s sword intent could pierce the heavens, Daji’s charms could throw the world into chaos, and Cheng Yaojin’s immortal body could take on the entire Muyang Continent.
The six new junior disciples at the Zhaoshen Hall, all yandere and red-eyed, offered her rare treasures. “Senior Sister, don’t touch the sword. I’ll kill for you.”
Six corrupted junior sisters coyly presented keys to secret realms. “Youyou, pick me! I can summon the Storm Dragon King.”
When Ye Youyou arrived at the immortal sect competition with Nuwa, those who had once bullied her trembled on their knees inside the bright formation.
The day Qingyun Sect begged her to return as an elder, she was lounging on her divine throne, twelve beams of divine light blazing into the sky behind her.
“Apologizing now?” She smiled and crushed the Qingyun Sect’s plaque. “Too late. Now you can find out what it’s like to have nowhere to call home.”
