Junior Sister Qingyun: From Beloved Little One to Swordsmanship Prodigy

[Traditional Cultivation] [Sword Cultivator] [Genius] [Sect] [Beloved by the Entire Sect]

When I was five, I fell into a cave and met an old immortal with a wild beard and glaring eyes.

He insisted I had a "Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart," stuffed a pile of cultivation manuals into my hands, and vanished.

The day I left home at seven, my mother cried herself unconscious at the village entrance, while my father gave me seventeen boiled eggs.

As I transmigrated three thousand miles across the wilderness alone, I leveled up to the late Qi Refining stage by beating up demon beasts.

The day I joined the Qingxu Sect at nine, the sect leader and my master stared at me and exclaimed, "A born Dao seed!"

From then on, I became the whole sect's darling:

The senior brother fed me spirit fruit every day without fail, and the second senior sister secretly took me flying on her sword.

Then came the sect competition, where a casual swing of my sword sent sword energy crashing across the entire arena.

My master excitedly smashed the table. "Disciple, you've grasped the true meaning of the Sword Dao!"

On the eve of Foundation Establishment, a heart demon struck. In my dreams, all I could hear was my parents calling me home from deep in the mountains.