[Both leads have no prior romantic experience + Everyone dotes on her + Regretful pursuit + Max-level expert overwhelms everyone + Play the pig to eat the tiger + Extremely satisfying]
Everyone in the Xuantian Sect knew that their junior sister Yun Chuchu was a good-for-nothing who had gone ten thousand years without a spiritual root.
Her master scolded her for wasting resources, her senior brothers thought she was an embarrassment, and even the new junior sister, a scheming little green tea, could casually kick her around.
In front of the entire sect, Yun Chuchu was stripped of her token without mercy and cast out.
With tears in her eyes, she took nothing but a battered wooden sword. Her frail silhouette drew ridicule.
They thought she'd starve to death in the mortal world within three days of leaving the sect. But then...
The once cold and indifferent Sword Venerable knelt on one knee, holding out a peerless divine weapon. "Chuchu, this divine sword isn't worthy of you. For now, take it and play with it."
The volatile Demon Venerable transformed into a fluffy, big-tailed wolf and rubbed against her palm. "Whoever dares upset my master, I'll wipe out their whole clan!"
The wealthy, scheming Wealth Venerable used heavenly treasures to crack walnuts for her, while the cool and peerless Healer Venerable fed her life-restoring divine pills like candy.
Even the legendary Divine Venerable, who was said to reside high in the Ninth Heaven, lowered his cultivation just to descend to the mortal world and comb her hair!
Later, the golden light of destiny blazed, and the only primordial Chaos Spirit Body in existence appeared!
As they watched Yun Chuchu seated high on the divine altar, cherished by the mighty figures of all five realms, every member of the Xuantian Sect, who had once abandoned her, regretted it bitterly. They knelt beneath the divine steps, weeping and begging her to return.
The five great Immortal Venerables sneered and drew their swords. "What kind of mangy dogs are you to dare dirty our precious Chuchu's eyes? We'll scatter your ashes!"
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