[Female-Oriented Fantasy] [A God-Tier Madwoman Raises a Child] [A Sword Cultivator Skilled in Medicine and Poison] [Clear-Headed Protagonist] [Face-Slapping] [Awakening] [Lighthearted Comedy]
"The 'consort' in this story means goddess!"
A pale green hair ribbon ties up lingering dreams, while half-veiled immortal gauze reflects flowers and moonlight.
Once the abandoned daughter of the Liu family, she had her bones shattered and body burned beneath the Cliff of Bliss. Everyone said the hideous calamity would end as dust.
Who could have guessed that, at the brink of death, her consciousness would awaken with three souls sharing one body!
A mad empress lies on her left shoulder, domineering and aloof, a poisonous moonlight beauty;
A spirit mistress and beast consort dwells on her right, with a proud and unyielding heart who commands ten thousand beasts;
Trapped in the middle is the original "good-for-nothing," with a face painted red and green and the stubborn force of a bull!
So what if she goes against the crowd? So what if you contract divine beasts? This old lady has been raising a child since she was young, one of the four ancient calamities. The power of chaos is mine to love, and the scorching flames of stillness will consume the eight wastelands!
The Medicine King's Valley master's token? Perfect, I'll use those sacred elixirs and medicinal herbs to brew tea for the empress!
The secrets entrusted through the legacy of the buried sword's incomplete scroll? I'll keep charging ahead, stepping over dry bones!
As the three souls dance together, Ji Qing leads the way.
The cauldron she wields will no longer refine pills and potions, but the fear and reverence of gods and demons throughout the heavens!
"Who says a good-for-nothing can't slay the heavens? Today, I, Tea Consort, will settle things with the past once and for all!"
"With tea as my guide and medicine and poison as my blades, I'll tear down these ninefold heavenly gates that defy and obstruct me, then brew a pot of clear tea to protect those I love!"
Under the moon, where flowers bloom and tea is savored, the three souls slay the heavens.
Our Lady A Cha, peerless in grace!
