Su Ya had lived under other people’s roofs since childhood. Her heartless uncle and aunt were going to sell her for money.
When Grandma found her in the mountains, she was wrapped in the same swaddling cloth as a fire poker, tied right beside it. It turned out she had never been a Su by blood.
The fire poker concealed a hidden realm of yin and yang, strange books, and extraordinary secrets. Crops grown in its pocket dimension could produce yin-yang rice:
White rice nourished ordinary people, strengthening their bodies.
Black rice contained the power of yin and mystery. It harmed ordinary people who ate it, but Taoist priests, sorcerers, and spirits of the netherworld could consume it to increase their cultivation and strengthen their souls.
She farmed in her pocket dimension while using the wondrous rice to travel between yin and yang and uncover the truth of her origins…
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