My name is Su Jibai. I'm eighteen years old, and I live in a small courtyard on the west side of Shuyu Peak at Qingwu Sect. I'm unmarried. I'm the only male disciple on this peak in nearly a hundred years, and I focus on talismans and medicine. Every day, I get up at the third quarter of the Yin hour to practice swordsmanship, then draw talismans, learn about medicinal herbs, and copy the sect rules. I don't drink alcohol, and the only tea I drink is the aged tangerine peel tea my junior sister gives me. I always return to my room before the evening curfew. Before bed, I trace the Moonlight Guidance technique once, then stare blankly at the lamp for a while. Once I get into bed, I fall asleep quickly. I sleep until dawn and never carry the looks people gave me during the day into the next.
Only once in a while, my inner demons fail to find what I'm attached to.
My master says this is a clear and transparent Dao heart, a rare sight in a hundred years.
I didn't explain. Some things are too much trouble to explain, like why my master always leaves medicine outside my door, why my senior sister always remembers to mend my wrist guard, why my name is always written in the patrol register of the Discipline Hall, and why the little girl in the herb garden has remembered a piece of malt candy for three years.
Every one of them has terrifyingly high cultivation, yet they all love using me as an excuse to compete with one another. I want to live in peace and draw talismans, but it seems no one inside or outside this mountain sect is willing to leave me alone.
The medical cultivators all say I'm perfectly normal. If you ask me, they're the ones who aren't normal.
Soul penetration mark,,,,
Where is the queen? Where is the cultivator?
It looks so awkward and feels weird
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