In the third year after the spiritual energy was revived, spiritual veins surged around the world, and monsters from other worlds ran rampant. When Shen Hengzhi woke up, he was lying in the darkest woodshed in Danxia Valley. Her parents were newly deceased and her family property was taken away from her. As a registered disciple, she could not even receive the lowest daily Spirit Gathering Pill. What's even more ironic is that the memories of her past life came flooding back - she was once a golden elixir monk one hundred and twenty years ago, but when she was ascending to transcend the tribulation, her most trusted Taoist monk had her Dantian shattered with a palm. That palm made her see clearly the coldness of the so-called immortal way. In this life, she doesn't want revenge, she just wants to practice silently. But when her fiancé Murong Jing took the master's order and forcibly occupied the spiritual vein mine left by her parents; when her fellow disciple Su Zhirou stole her only remaining ancestral pill furnace; when the sect elder wanted to give her to the old monster of the Wanqi Sect to make a cauldron in order to please the six major sects - Shen Hengzhi laughed. Green-gold elixir fire ignited in her palms, and the inheritance of god-level elixirs suddenly started in her mind. Alchemy? A broken Er Dan made the Valley Master come to apologize in person. Refining weapons? Scrap copper and iron turned into heaven-level spiritual treasures in her hands. Taming animals? The violent sky-splitting demon wolf bowed its head and recognized its master. Arrangement? Trapping and killing Jindan monks is like crushing ants. But she didn't expect that Gu Yunshen, the chief disciple who had coldly expelled her and said "registered disciples are not worthy of practicing high-level alchemy", would actually block the beast with his body when she entered the space rift alone. The man was covered in blood, and his slender fingers tightly clasped her wrist: "Shen Hengzhi, it was my name you called when you were going through the inner demon tribulation." The pill fire on Shen Hengzhi's fingertips trembled. In her past life and this life, what she fears most is not death, but believing in "sincerity" again.
