Zhu Qingyuan has three creeds in life: First, don't make a fuss if you can do it. Second, there is no evil in the world that cannot be solved with one fire. If there is one, just two. Third, senior brother is also very sick today. As the only surviving descendant of the ancient Suzaku, Zhu Qingyuan has no system, no space, and no grandfather. Her only "plug-in" is the Nanming Lihuo bloodline that she was born with and is so tyrannical. Good news: Overwhelming talent and single-level competition are no longer a dream. Others' end point is her starting point. Bad news: Temper and cultivation are directly proportional. Once the emotion rises, not a single blade of grass will grow within ten miles. On her first day of entry, because of her greed, she roasted the spiritual rabbit in the back mountain with Nanmingli fire, and almost burned a hole in the mountain guarding formation. During the sect competition, her fellow disciples spoke rudely to her, and with a "little flame" full of anger, she burned their magic weapon into molten iron. The master was heartbroken: "Qingyuan, I asked you to cultivate your character as master, not to use your classmates as firewood!" Zhu Qingyuan looked innocent: "Master, it was he who provoked me first." In order for her to learn to control her power, the master assigned her a "guardian" - the Xuanbing Sword Master, Shen Ji, who was known for his ruthlessness and stoicism. From then on, Zhu Qingyuan's daily life became: practicing, getting into trouble, and falling in love and killing Shen Ji. "You surnamed Shen, if you use your ice slag to freeze my fire, believe it or not, I will set fire to your broken mountain!" "... Calm mind, naturally cool." Until one day, the demon giant who wanted to get involved in the bloodline of the mythical beast came to the mountain, and the entire sect was in danger. Everyone thought the end was coming,
