Liu Hengzhi had been sweeping the steps of Qingxuan Immortal Palace for ten years, and her spiritual roots were so useless that she could not even gather the spiritual energy from the first level of Qi Refining. Shen Jinghong, the daughter of the palace lord, crushed her handyman token in public: "Is a miscellaneous spiritual root worthy of cultivating an immortal?" On the day when her life was about to expire, she was thrown into the secret trial realm to be a scapegoat - deep in the secret realm, the ancient poison sutra suddenly disappeared between her eyebrows, and the blood of the strange beasts from the Mountains and Seas Sutra in her body suddenly awakened. With the Poison Sutra in hand, it can heal people and save their lives, but poison people and kill them. The price of high-level poison magic is the loss of an emotional memory. But it doesn't matter, no one in this fairy sect deserves her memory anyway. Shen Jinghong's spiritual root? A silver needle can destroy it. Elder Yun Dan's conspiracy? A dose of poison made him kneel in public. Feng Qiwu's fairy appearance? A soul-eating flower completely destroyed her cultivation. But she didn't know that every time she forgot a memory, a strange beast from the Book of Mountains and Seas would wake up from her body. And the True Immortal Yin Zhuyuan, who had been staring at her secretly, was waiting for the day when she would fully awaken - the immortal was not allowed to interfere with the fate of mortals, but he had been waiting for her for three thousand years.
Su Yunnian was awakened by the screams.
There was a fire outside the window and thick smoke poured into the boudoir, making her eyes sore and her throat felt like a handful of red-hot coals had been stuffed.
She rolled out of bed and stepped on the cold floor tiles with her bare feet - wet, sticky liquid seeped out from between her toes, carrying a rusty smell.
Blood.
The door panel was blasted open by a palm, and splinters of wood flew past her cheek, leaving a bloody mark on her skin. A man in black stepped in with a long sword dripping with blood, and the blade reflected her face - pale, with dilated pupils, and cracked and peeling lips.
"There is one more." The man in black's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper
