Everyone said she was only fit to tend the fire and chop wood for the rest of her life.
Lin Qingxuan believed them for five years.
Until she found her ancestor's notes hidden in a secret compartment in the library, tempered her body beneath a waterfall for forty days, risking her life, crossed Blackwind Ridge alone, and knelt outside the gates of Qingyun Mountain until she had written the blood from her palm dry
An old madman emerged from the mist and touched her forehead with one finger.
“Useless spiritual roots? Bullshit. I've been waiting two hundred years for you.”
The Myriad Forms Codex turned to its fifth page, and her Chaos Meridian opened all the way through.
At the sect tournament, everyone waiting for her to make a fool of herself rose to their feet as she stood on the finals stage.
Alone, she stood facing them all.
