Synopsis
- She missed the college entrance exam reforms, then ran into the sect reforms -
Tu Sigao, reincarnated in the womb as a top-tier third-generation cultivation heir in an ancient cultivation world, couldn't even bring herself to read a suspense novel in her old world. "I can't do this, I can't do this."
After asking an elder in her family for a place to stay, she settled on a mountain with thin spiritual energy and few evil spirits. Tu Sigao rarely went out, let alone actively sought opportunities to improve her cultivation.
Unlike Tu Sigao, who kept to herself, Chi Zhao was widely recognized throughout the sect as a heaven-blessed prodigy. Whenever he had free time, he would go deal with rogue monsters near the sect and suppress rampaging evil spirits. So whenever the young man returned to the sect, he was often drenched in all kinds of strange, overpowering bloody stench. Tu Sigao would turn pale and throw up whenever she got near him.
Later, the sect underwent reform. Several inner sect elders intended to select outstanding students from the eight academies of Talisman Formation, Prison Suppression, Celestial Craft, Alchemy, Divination, Beast Taming, Metal and Stone, and Spirit Plants to become the first class of students since the preparatory program was established.
Tu Sigao, who hadn't attended classes at the Talisman Formation Academy in ages, was bundled off to the preparatory class by her master. Also selected was Chi Zhao, the disciple of Elder Ling Fang, head of the Prison Suppression Academy and her master's sworn enemy.
The childhood friends seemed to be at each other's throats. They caused quite a stir on the very first day of class, and soon the whole sect thought they couldn't stand each other.
"Just like the senior brothers and sisters said, Junior Sister Tu always takes a detour when she sees Junior Brother Chi. Even when they sit together in class, she covers her nose and frowns."
"Yesterday, I passed the dining hall and saw Junior Brother Chi give Junior Sister Tu the cold shoulder too. He even sent her an assignment with sword energy from three zhang away."
Just as everyone was lamenting that these two sect prodigies would spend their school days coldly avoiding each other, Chi Zhao was badly injured while saving someone in a secret realm.
When they found him, the young man was lying in a killing formation, covered in blood. Most of his usually moon-white robes were stained red. Junior Sister Tu, who was always so unruffled, had red-rimmed eyes. She tore a demonic cultivator's skull apart with her bare hands, then, ignoring the shocked stares of her fellow disciples, scooped the young man up in her arms.
"You're disgusting."
The young man chuckled as he coughed up blood. "Then why are you holding me so tight?"
The moment he finished speaking, Tu Sigao dropped him without hesitation.
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Chi Zhao: "Are you too weak to even carry me?"
Tu Sigao looked even more miserable than he did. "Blegh!"
"Don't move... Let me throw up for a while."
Theme: Some instincts are choices and acts of protection that only become clear later.