Her name was Wang Silo. In her previous life, she was a criminal police officer. After dying in the line of duty, she transmigrated to 1975 as an orphan who had suffered years of bullying. A lotus mark had appeared in the palm of her left hand, concealing a blessed realm left behind by He Xiangu. To find the benefactor who had yet to be born, she signed a contract and married Mo Li, a demobilized regiment commander.
The contract was clear: she would teach the children, take care of the household, and have no children of her own.
Mo Li thought it was just a business arrangement. Then one day, at a banquet, he saw a crowd of young men and women laughing and joking around her, and suddenly realized he was eleven years older than her.
Later, he started calling her “Luo Luo.” One smile from her could make his whole day; if she smiled at anyone else, he wanted to gouge that person's eyes out.
He pretended to be drunk and held her in the kitchen. “Do you want me or not?”
She said, “I do.”
After that, Yixing secretly asked his brother, “Is Dad sick? With clinginess?” Mo Li didn't deny it. He was clingy, he loved her, and he wanted the whole world to know she was his wife.
Using the spiritual herbs in her space, she cured countless difficult illnesses. She set the price of her cold remedy at one yuan and kept it unchanged for twenty years. In the capital, a single jar of her pearl beauty cream sold for a fortune. She was drawn into Jinlin's scheme involving poisonous Gu and uncovered the deepest secrets of this parallel world: a thousand-year struggle between guardians and destroyers, the truth behind the spiritual qi revival, and Grandma He Hua's scheme spanning time and space.
She journeyed from the countryside to the capital, from medical student to cultivator. Behind her lay rows of wounded soldiers; ahead stood unfathomable mutated monsters.
And in this war between humans and inhuman beings, she finally raised her silver needle and aimed it at the true enemy.
