At fifteen, she was tested with a spirit stone. Its three-colored glow was as faint as a dying candle.
She had a mixed spiritual root of the metal, wood, and water elements, with a purity of less than thirty percent.
The Qingyun Sect rejected her as “unqualified” and sent her to the northern foothills to feed spirit rabbits.
What others could gather in an hour took her three full days.
Even worse, a thousand-year-old Blood Flood Dragon egg was hatching beneath the earth, and the mountain gate was on the verge of collapse.
Then a dead rabbit appeared in the beast pen, with a single blue scale left behind in the pool of blood.
A young Chi Dragon followed the call of her bloodline to find her, pressing its single horn against her palm.
Her supposedly useless spiritual root began to grow wildly, and a jade lotus in her Violet Palace brought forth a fourth, blue spiritual root.
Only then did she learn that the blood of an ancient Azure Dragon lay hidden within her.
Her mother had long ago broken up her life, bit by bit, to mend her daughter's spiritual roots.
The more mixed the spiritual roots, the closer one is to the Great Dao. A useless root was never a flaw.
But every time she swallowed a mouthful of baleful energy, her fingertips grew a little more scaly and clawlike, and she moved one step farther from being herself.
The Blood Flood Dragon's malice had already scattered throughout heaven and earth, searching for Hosts through the five elements.
She was determined to get ahead of it, unite the five spirits at their source, and ask whether the Heavenly Dao had any sense of justice.
The cultivation world didn't care about reason, so she would become the unreasonable variable.
