After failing her tribulation, Nascent Soul cultivator Zhang Annie opens her eyes once more to find herself in the body of a seventeen-year-old girl in the mortal world, who shares her name.
Once a leading prodigy of an immortal sect who rode the wind on her sword, she now stands on a busy street in a faded school uniform, watching neon lights replace the stars and cars roll over the marks left by bluestone roads.
This body is frail and pale, and its memories are full of timidity and insecurity. But the stars in her eyes have long since changed: there is the chill of a sword tempered at the peak, and the calm of someone who has watched the clouds drift by.
She never expected, though, that trading her immortal robes for a school uniform would bring so much trouble.
Street thugs whistle and surround her. The moment she sidesteps, one of them falls flat on his face. The school heartthrob hands her a love letter; as she studies the young man's feelings between the lines, she thinks of the profound insights cultivators once wrote on jade slips, and nearly crushes the paper with a twitch of her fingers. Even the tough guy from the class next door turns red and brings her breakfast, only to freeze when she tells him, “You have too much aggression about you. You need to calm your mind.”
Zhang Annie gazes at the gloomy sky, puzzled. Why do these ordinary mortals keep staring at her face instead of noticing that the weeds she casually planted have blossomed into a sea of flowers, the old phone she touched lasts as long as a spirit crystal, and the smog that usually hangs over the rooftop where she stood has quietly cleared from one corner, letting brilliant sunshine pour through? Falling into the mortal world, it turns out, is not the end.
When an immortal cultivator's aloofness meets the warmth of everyday life, the extraordinary encounters hidden in ordinary days are only just beginning.
The details need more polishing! 👍
It's also a very interesting novel.