At fifteen, she was at the third layer of Qi Refining.
For five whole years, her cultivation had not advanced a single inch.
Her master had vanished without a trace, leaving her alone in a ramshackle hut in the wilderness. Day after day, she bent over her desk, drawing the lowest-grade talismans in exchange for a meager bowl of spirit rice to keep herself alive.
Everyone in the market town laughed at her, saying she was born with useless roots and would never escape the bottom rung.
Even she was close to bowing her head to fate and accepting a mediocre life.
Until one night, torrential rain poured down upon the world.
She brought home Jiang Xue, who was gravely wounded and on the verge of death, and fed her the only healing pill she had, every last bit of it.
When Jiang Xue awoke, she offered Su Ke an invitation and pulled her out of her muddy hell.
One pill in exchange for a new life.
Su Ke thought she had finally come through the hard times and turned her luck around.
No one told her that deep in her dantian, dormant for five years, lay the peerless treasure known as the Water Spirit Origin.
At the brink of despair, she obtained the cultivation technique Ripple Ninefold Transformation and rose upon the water.
Nine waters devour spirit; ripples transform ninefold.
From the moment her cultivation began to stir, the so-called sects, clans, and ambitious schemers all crawled out of the shadows.
Layer upon layer of plots closed around her, while killing intent pressed in at every turn.
Everyone wanted to seize her origin and use it to reach their own path to the Great Dao.
Then she would swim upstream and shatter every scheme.
Whoever wanted to steal her fortune,
she would trample underfoot and grind into the dirt.
The Water Spirit Origin was never a gift from the Heavenly Dao, nor did it belong to the covetous masses.
It belonged to her alone, Su Ke.
With her own mastery of the water path, she would defy the current, ascend to heaven, and forge a road to the heavens that no one else could ever follow.
