[Talisman cultivation + formation cultivation + body cultivation + alchemy + System + …]
There are too many to list, so I’ll stop here for now…
A growth-oriented story. The protagonist likes playing the fool while hiding her true strength, and is sweet on the outside but dark underneath. (1v1)
Dear readers, if this isn’t your cup of tea, please be gentle. If you really can’t keep reading, head out and find another story.
Deep in the forest, miasma filled the air, thick with the stench of decay and blood.
A young woman lay beneath one of the trees, leaning back against its trunk. Mud and blood covered her, and some of it had dried on her face until her features were unrecognizable. Yet her bright eyes were filled with resolve as she watched a spot in the distance, waiting for something.
Her clothes were soaked with blood, and dozens of wounds of varying sizes covered her body, each bleeding without pause. Some were deep enough to expose bone; others gaped open, oozing black blood. Feeling she was about to bleed to death, she tore off the sleeve of a jacket that was already coming loose and pressed it against a deep wound in her abdomen, trying to slow the bleeding as much as possible… She had just let out a breath when she nearly sucked in a sharp one. Her other hand trembled as she reached for a black backpack beside her and pulled out an unknown bead she had found in a small secret realm that morning. Whew… at least it was still there.
There was no time to look at it. She could already hear people talking in the distance, drawing closer in her direction. She hurriedly stuffed the bead into her pocket, unaware that it was already covered in her blood, and that some of the blood soaking through her clothes had also seeped into the pocket and onto the bead…
