After a thousand years of cultivation, Xi Yao descends from the mountain with one goal: recover the Shennong Nine Needles scattered across the mortal world and earn enough merit to ascend.
But before she can even get comfortable with the first needle, she crosses someone she shouldn’t have.
Min Shiyue, the cold-faced prince who commands three hundred thousand cavalry, would raze the imperial court at a single word from her. “I’ll protect the realm. You just focus on saving lives.”
Fei Linchuan, leader of the Xuantian Cult, is wicked and unrestrained, yet crumbles when she asks, “Does it hurt?”
“What the world thinks of me is none of my concern. I only care what you think of me.”
One is a guardian at the height of the imperial court; the other, an obsession from the distant jianghu. Xi Yao thought she could leave once she gathered all nine needles, but then she learned that their price was not ascension. It was a life for a life, to renew the seal on the Guixu.
Nine divine needles. Nine forbidden sites. Step by step, she uncovers the truth behind the Immortal Realm’s destruction ten thousand years ago.
The man who kept saying he wanted to atone took the deadliest sword strike for her.
The man who could never find the right words but waited outside her door every full moon ran three horses to death for her.
And she could never repay what she owed them.
At last, all nine needles were gathered, and Guixu was sealed anew.
She left them with one final message: “I won’t die. Someone is waiting for me in the capital to come back and see the apricot blossoms.”
