A Killer Without Emotions

Warning: Contains multiple pairings and orientations, including BG, BL, and GL. For detailed content warnings, see the author's note at the end of Chapter One. Please read it before deciding whether to continue.

Female first-person POV | Silly comedy | Court intrigue and martial-world power struggles | A touch of ensemble cast | Niche | Wuxia in the early chapters, xianxia later on

Mostly everyday life, with a slow-burning main plot and a cheerful tone. If you like silly, satisfying stories, dive right in. No frustrating angst.

A thousand gold for a life, and with one stroke, life and death are settled.

I'm Hua Chaoci, young master of the Listening Wind Pavilion, a killer without feelings.

Oh, I wrote that introduction when I was just starting out.

I'm fifteen now. Things I've done include, but aren't limited to: poisoning a prince until the whole city had the runs, slaughtering a village and rescuing a bride along the way, beating up everyone at a gathering of assassins, and hijacking my employer while I was supposed to be their bodyguard...

I'm famous far and wide, and none of the stories about me are good.

The court says I'm a madwoman who kills without blinking; the martial world calls me a fiend with a hair-trigger temper. Only I know I'm just an ordinary person who likes to make her own fun. It's just that my happiness is sometimes built on other people's misery.

After all my antics, the Pavilion Master finally couldn't take it anymore.

He said, “Chaoci, pack your things and go cultivate immortality.”

The day I left, gongs rang, firecrackers popped, and the newly enthroned emperor stood there with tears in his eyes as he saw me off.

They thought I'd finally settle down.

As if.

I'll definitely be back

And now, welcome to the Listening Wind Pavilion.

Friend, want to buy a life?

No discounts. We rip you off, plain and simple.