I had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage when my master kicked me down the mountain.
“Go find someone with a hard enough fate to marry. When your death tribulation comes, don’t blame me for not warning you.”
Clutching my marriage contract, I was all set to fly straight to my fiancé, the son of the richest man in the country, whom I’d never even met.
Then I tasted my first bowl of spicy malatang at the foot of the mountain.
After that came hot pot, barbecue, stinky tofu, luosifen...
By the time I was counting the days over a jianbing guozi, I realized I had only three days left before my death tribulation.
This is bad. Better fly there now.
Su Heng was leading a training session when he got a call from the old man.
“That girl you were promised to as a baby has finally come down from the mountain!”
He frowned at me as I dropped from the sky, chili oil still on the corner of my mouth. “Your village... has some pretty unusual transportation, huh?”
