After Severing Ties, She Grows a Peach Blossom Haven in the Wasteland

The scorched earth steamed with heat like a giant bamboo steamer.

Su Shen stood amid that lifeless expanse of yellow-brown soil, dressed in coarse cloth patched all over. The wind made her clothes flap and rustle.

She clutched the tattered copy of Essential Techniques for the Common People in her arms so tightly that her knuckles had gone white.

If this hadn’t been handed down by her ancestors, she’d have thought some malicious person had tried to trick her with toilet paper.

She looked around. There wasn’t a speck of green anywhere. This was practically survival in the apocalypse on super-hard mode.