No cp, female major studying fairy literature
When I was five years old, I was tested to have the best fire spirit root, and the five major sects fought over me in public.
Master designated me as a closed disciple on the spot, and the master smiled and handed me a generous greeting gift.
On the outside, I am well-behaved but on the inside I am ecstatic - my previous life was wrapped up in the path of heaven, and in this life I can finally lie down peacefully.
It wasn't until I turned over the book "The Nirvana Technique" of heaven-grade exercises in the corner of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that my jade pendant suddenly became hot.
A line of blood words slowly appeared on the title page of the technique: "Those who practice this technique will all die on the night of Nirvana."
The gentle voice of senior brother came from behind: "Little junior sister, this technique is not suitable for you."
I lowered my head to hide the sharpness in my eyes - it seems that in this world of cultivation, someone is hiding the same secret as me.
