Only when Luo Yunxiao was dying did she understand why everyone liked her sworn younger brother instead.
Because he was a player sent to conquer them.
Her eldest senior brother gave him a king-grade artifact to use as clothing, her second senior brother gave him sixth-grade pills like candy, the sect elders handed over secret arts, and even her master gave him the spirit sword she had searched so hard to find.
She was tortured, had her bones scraped clean, her Dao heart destroyed, and her three souls annihilated, before being cast down into the mortal world.
It didn’t matter. If one road was blocked, she would take another.
Somehow, she ended up becoming the newest darling of the group.
Her new master: “If you’re unhappy, just kill them.”
Her new fellow disciples: “Little Junior Sister is always right. Anyone who dares disagree with her gets beaten up.”
An elder from her new sect: “My precious, cultivation requires a balance of work and rest. Learn to give others a chance.”
Later, her eldest and second senior brothers knelt before her in remorse.
The player failed to win them over and was forcibly erased.
The master who had treated her coldly turned out to be deeply devoted to her.
“Yunxiao, come here!”
So I can stab you?
After Luo Yunxiao died alongside her enemy, she thought she couldn’t possibly be any more dead. She only regretted not being able to say goodbye to her.
But when she opened her eyes, she saw her, broken and battered.
Good. They all deserve to die.
But can an immature boy really outplay a wily old monster?
