On the day I confessed my love, the male love interest I had a crush on kicked me off a cliff.
Just because I was hideously ugly and unworthy of loving him.
I survived and was rescued by a group of spirits and monsters. They didn't care what I looked like. They only cared whether I was hungry or cold. Those days were the only light in my life.
Then one day, a group of self-proclaimed righteous immortals arrived. With a careless gesture, they snuffed out my light.
With only one badly injured Thunderstrike Bamboo left, I embarked on the path of cultivation.
Watering, tending the bamboo, fleeing, and clinging to life. One day, as I watered it, I somehow turned the bamboo into a supreme treasure of the immortal realm.
Later, all those who had trampled on me, looked down on me, and taken everything from me knelt before me.
And the man who had kicked me off the cliff no longer even had the right to come near me.
