Other cultivators pursue realms, magic treasures, and the power to defy fate. Ye Qingci cultivates the sect rules.
At Qinglan Sect, she is widely regarded as useless: her cultivation is the worst, her combat ability nonexistent, and her only talent is reciting all three thousand sect rules from memory. Her fellow disciples mock her, her master has given up on her, and even she thinks she’ll probably spend her life as a sect clerk. Other cultivators pursue realms, magic treasures, and the power to defy fate. Ye Qingci cultivates the sect rules.
Until the day she is bound to the Immortal-Slaying Platform as a sacrifice for her genius senior brother.
Everyone expects her to cry and beg for mercy. Instead, she raises her head and says something that makes the entire sect burst into laughter:
“According to the sect rules, I request a trial.”
No one believes rules can put food on the table. Even fewer could have imagined that the silent protective formation surrounding the mountain, dormant for a thousand years, would truly answer the call of this “useless” girl.
From that day on, a path of cultivation forgotten for ten thousand years quietly awakens.
While others fight over treasures, she interprets ancient pacts. While others toil at cultivation, she drafts contracts with the Heavenly Dao. While others rely on their fists to settle disputes, she uses rules to determine right and wrong. When she leaves the sect and steps into the political maelstrom of a cultivation dynasty, one arrogant opponent after another discovers that
They may look down on her cultivation, but they cannot defy the rules behind her.
And those rules are being rewritten by her, one by one.
The writing is solid and the characters are vivid, not like a new book at all. A single chapter of nearly 10,000 words is not filled with water, while others only have 2,000 or 3,000 words, but this one is filled with practical information. It is so enjoyable to read. In just three chapters, you can see the big picture, hunker down, wait for takeoff🛫