In my previous life, I was the least-loved adopted daughter of a tomb-raiding family.
For a Netherworld Pearl said to defy fate, my fiancé and stepsister joined forces to push me into a thousand-year-old deadly tomb.
Corpse beetles gnawed at my bones, resentful spirits devoured my heart, and a black coffin crushed me. I died in endless agony.
When I opened my eyes, I was reborn three days before entering the tomb.
Now I had a pair of Spirit-Piercing Eyes that could see through yin and yang, discern dragon veins, and identify deadly fiends.
I also carried a lifebound blood jade that could nurture souls, control corpses, and absorb the spiritual energy inside tombs.
In this life, I would no longer endure in silence.
I’d take their opportunities, thwart their schemes, and claim the deadly artifacts they wouldn’t dare touch.
Thousand-year-old blood corpses would kneel before me, ten-thousand-year-old ghost jade would acknowledge me as its master, and every eerie spirit would become my servant.
Those who once bullied and humiliated me, using me to raid tombs,
would all fall, one by one, into the endless hell I had suffered.
But could someone please tell me,
why had the Tomb Guardian Venerable, famed for his merciless killing and for making ghosts and gods flee, followed me out of the tomb and started clinging to my side every day?
“Madam, you dug up my tomb and slept in my coffin. Naturally, you have to take responsibility for me.”
I looked at his handsome yet icy face and silently tightened my grip on the Black Gold Ancient Saber.
Fine. First we’ll fall in love, then raid every tomb under heaven.
