She Is a Gun Cultivator

[No Romance + Slow Burn + A Rough Start + Decisive and Ruthless + Traditional Fantasy]

(With face-slapping and scumbag takedowns)

Shiqi had no idea what was good or bad. She knew only that she had to survive, grow stronger, and become stronger than anyone else.

One hand grasps starlight, tempering a snowy blade; thunder rolls through the nine heavens as a flood dragon strides forth.

Cloud robes billow beneath the moon over a thousand mountains; ghostly shadows weave a trail of warfires beneath her feet.

With a snap of her fingers, time condenses into a blade; she turns, and heaven and earth vanish into her solitary wake.

In an instant, she sees through the boundary of yin and yang, daring to borrow a bow from the Celestial River.

(I’m not great at writing summaries. If you like it, I’ll write slowly, and you can read at your own pace.)