She was once an ace national security agent. After she died in the line of duty, she traveled through time and became a good-for-nothing eldest lady who was abandoned by her family. She was poisoned by strange poisons at the beginning and her meridians were half disabled. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to receive a mysterious jade pendant left by her mother. The chaotic spiritual spring in it can wash the meridians and cut the marrow. The small world can plant medicine and nourish the soul. When she breaks through, the jade pendant with no words reveals the inheritance of skills that fit her state of mind.
She relied on the calmness and survival instinct of an agent to rise step by step in desperate situations.
When she first met that man, he was seriously injured and unconscious by the stream in the mountain behind the black market, with the elixir she needed in his arms. She took the elixir without hesitation and helped him stop the bleeding - she was afraid that he would be traced to her if he died.
Later I found out that he was the eldest son of the gods in the upper realm. Because his talent was too dazzling, he was regarded as a threat by his biological father and his tribe, and he abandoned his cultivation and entered the lower realm. Now under the pseudonym of a descendant of a branch of the Li family in the lower realm, he secretly controls the strongest assassination force.
When we met again, he was a kendo exchange student at Tianshu Academy and she was a new student. He wanted to teach this "thief" a lesson, but found that she only looked at him with a calm assessment.
She practices formations, refines elixirs, and raises spiritual pets.
He went from alert to curious, from concerned to excited. And she was always sober: He was a person abandoned by his loved ones, and his defenses were deeper than anyone else - but as an ally, he was not allowed to be emotionally involved.
During the storm of the seven realms and the battle in the upper world, when he returned to his family to seek justice, she stood beside him and said bluntly: "I am not your retreat, I am the one who fights alongside you."
He smiled, and from then on he was no longer a lonely and abandoned son, but her only follower.
Her heart was as cold as a knife, but she finally left a gentle crack for him.
