She has no spiritual roots, no master, no sect, and no backer. Kung Fu relies on stealing, resources rely on robbing, elixirs are refined by oneself, magical weapons are crafted by oneself. Starting from digging for food in the garbage dump, she climbed from the first level of Qi refining to the pinnacle of Mahayana in one thousand or two thousand years.
Some say she is selfish, ruthless and unscrupulous.
Wen He didn't refute.
She only knows one thing: Don't block my way to survive. Whoever blocks it will be killed. If you have a grudge, report it on the spot. She doesn't hold grudges because her enemies won't survive the next day.
This is not the story of a genius girl who counterattacked and became an immortal.
This is the story of a person who got stepped into the mud, pulled herself out, and then stood there while everyone had to walk around her.
