“A fiery beauty founds a sect, and every female cultivator under her is someone you don't want to mess with.”
“People call me a temptress. I say they reveal their own hearts. Desire is no sin; false pretenders to the Dao are the real demons.”
She is the last descendant of the Hehuan Sect, an orphan branded with the disgrace of being a “heretical cultivator.”
When she enters the entertainment industry, she wields her dazzling beauty as a blade and her singing as a talisman. She sings until the Mistress of Guanghan Palace shakes men into my arms, and the War God Chi You lends me his protection. She will fight her way to the pinnacle of the Dao of Love and make the false pretenders pay for their blood debts.
“Hmm, this man's life flame is so vigorous it could light a beacon. He'd make a great ‘pure-yang power bank’ for me.”
To get her revenge, she scrapes by and frantically fishes for tech upstarts with pure-yang life flames.
Remember this: in my script, there are only two kinds of people:
Those who want me to flirt with them, and those I've already flirted with until their legs go weak!
As the Yin-Yang Sect rises anew from the Hehuan Sect's wasteland,
she finally understands:
The sharpest sword is the audacity of mortals who dare to play against the gods.
[Completed]
It's too complicated, I can't understand it
It's weird, I have no desire to read it
Good-looking five words