Other people cultivate immortality: defy fate, survive nine deaths out of ten.
Lu Zhaohua cultivates immortality: Where shall I go play today, and which handsome young man shall I favor tomorrow?
A born Daoist body, a cultivation family, and matrilineal inheritance: max level from the start, she was born standing above the clouds of the cultivation world.
Morning dew from immortal spirit veins washed and refined her body. A pearl from the Dragon Palace in the Eastern Sea served as her lamp. The ancient cultivation manuals in the Scripture Pavilion were pages she'd casually flipped through as a child. The natural treasures, secret realms, and opportunities others spent their whole lives chasing were all within easy reach from the start.
With top-tier talent, resources, and comprehension, Zhaohua's path to immortality seemed paved with the finest brocade, so smooth that even the wind didn't dare leave a wrinkle.
She didn't need to struggle through the mud like those favored by fate. The opportunities others won by risking death nine times out of ten were mere toys to her, and their legends, written in blood and tears, were nothing but fleeting clouds in her eyes.
Living with such advantages made her even more carefree. When it came to the young prodigies of the cultivation world, if she slept with them, then she slept with them. She wouldn't make them take responsibility, and she wouldn't take responsibility for them either. As long as she was happy, what did it matter? Her main job was still to cultivate diligently and ride the fortune of the children of destiny all the way to ascension.
Her life was a succession of blossoms, leaving countless people struggling on the path to immortality far behind, able only to gaze after her in envy.
