On the day Wen Jianwan was seven years old, the spirit-testing stone in Yaowang Valley cracked three times.
——Born with useless spiritual roots, it is only worthy of being with the medicine furnace.
When she was squatting on the mountain behind the alchemy room to light the fire, she met Shen Qingyue, who was also lighting the stove. The young man has picturesque features and speaks briskly.
"Medicine cultivator?" He laughed, "Me too. Master said that medicine cultivators also need to gain enlightenment."
Two losers, living a bustling life in the most inconspicuous corner of the world of immortality.
She grows medicinal materials, he refines elixirs, and he teaches her the best heat in the stove. But she was unwilling to give in, so he dug up his sword bone and gave it to her.
Later, Wen Jianwan learned that Shen Qingyue was carrying a sword bone, but it was wasted by the disputes between the aristocratic families. He had been alone since he was a child, and his relatives had his bones cut open to take the elixir just to please his high position.
"Your hand holding a sword is prettier than holding a medicine shovel."
Three hundred years later, the Demonic Abyss shattered the world.
Wen Jianwan is already the number one sword cultivator in the world. Her "Jianqing Sword" has killed twelve demon kings, and her sword power reaches the sky. Everyone in the world knows that she is a genius, and no one remembers the medicine cultivator who made fire.
Only she knows——
Her sword bone was given to her by Shen Qingyue.
That night, he spent his entire life cultivating himself and transferred the separated sword bone into her body. Before the young man turned into ashes, he only left one sentence:
"Don't look back. Your sword must go to a place where I can't see you."
Later,
Wen Jianwan finally stood at the top of the sword.
Behind her is the grand scene of the Ten Thousand Swords Chaozong, and in front of her is the empty former site of Yaowang Valley. Someone asked her why she lived alone in the back mountain. She only said that she was waiting for a pot of elixir to be cooked.
The furnace elixir has not been extinguished for three hundred years.
What you are practicing is the resurrecting pill, and what you are trying to save are those who are not returning.
