There's an Immortal Venerable in My Gourd, and She Can Do Anything

I found a broken gourd in the back hills. A silver-haired woman lived inside.

By day, she leaned out of the gourd's mouth and cried that she was hungry. On nights with a full moon, she floated out and tore a terrifying Spirit Transformation cultivator to pieces before returning.

The whole sect laughed at me for having the life of a menial disciple and treating a useless gourd like a treasure.

That was until an elder from the sacred land knelt before the gourd, trembling. "Lady Xihe, three thousand years..."

I looked down at the gourd at my waist. Three thousand years ago, I seemed to have handed it to her with my own hands.