[One-on-one romance, gradual growth, the male lead is powerful and the female lead even more so later on, light ensemble cast] The day the Demon Venerable slaughtered her entire village, Luo Qingxuan was clutching half a basket of mushrooms. She was all alone.
Fortunately, an immortal enlightened him. With his Nine Spiritual Roots and peerless immortal bones, he reached the ninety-fifth tier in ten years and single-handedly held the entire demon realm in check.
When he and the Demon Venerable killed each other, he thought his revenge was complete and he had no regrets in life.
But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in another cultivation world, where spiritual energy was scarce and the cultivation system was completely different.
Saving a girl named Su Nianling from being killed by a wicked cultivator should have been a simple favor.
But he unexpectedly discovered that this teary-eyed little girl had the Ten Spiritual Roots, a talent unseen in ten thousand years!
In his world, that was godlike talent, enough to reach the hundredth tier and travel between countless worlds.
But here, having Ten Spiritual Roots meant being a complete good-for-nothing.
Luo Qingxuan decided to take her as his disciple and teach her true cultivation methods. Once she became a god, perhaps she could take him home.
He had calculated every step of the cultivation path and every possibility of her spiritual roots.
The one thing he had not counted on was this:
The Heavenly Dao of this world had noticed him, as if it couldn’t stand him showing off.
One time, he used a little too much power to save his disciple, showing off in front of her, when nine layers of heavenly lightning came crashing down. The stronger someone was, the more powerful the lightning they attracted, and it would affect everything within dozens of miles. He had to shield his disciple in his arms as he took the bolts.
After enduring the tribulation, master and disciple were both charred black.
Su Nianling’s little face was pitch-black. Trembling, she asked, “Master… If you show off too much, won’t you get struck by lightning?”
Luo Qingxuan coughed up a mouthful of black smoke. “...It’s fine. It’s only heavenly lightning. Your master can handle it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds gathered overhead again.
Luo Qingxuan: “...”
Fine, he’d keep a low profile.
