Shen Yue woke up to find she had become the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, who had been killed by three major sects working together.
The good news: her body could heal itself, and she was unbelievably beautiful.
The bad news: the original owner was still around, living right inside her head.
“Where did you come from, you wandering ghost?”
“You still want this body? It’s broken beyond repair…”
“Shut up.”
The even worse news: she thought escaping the pursuers would be the end of it, but then she stepped straight into the Twelve Cities.
Nearly a hundred young prodigies had gathered around a Wind-Sand Seal, all at the Nascent Soul stage or higher. She was only at the Golden Core peak, pretending to be an expert among them.
While others fought over immortal artifacts, she picked up soul crystals. While others sought enlightenment, she wondered how much the stuff was worth.
Su Yao: “You’d better keep pretending until the Wind-Sand Seal appears.”
Shen Yue: “As long as you don’t lose heart, I can keep it up until they’re done fighting over it.”
Su Yao: “If they’re done fighting over it, what would we need you for?”
Taking the blame, running for her life, and bickering with the other soul.
When she finally cultivated a body of her own, all she wanted to say was:
Whoever wants to take the blame can take it!
