Zhao Jiuxiu had no idea where she came from or where she was going. She simply wandered the world, following her instincts.
One day, she heard that joining the Liuyun Sect came with three whole baskets of sesame flatbreads, plus unlimited fine food and wine every month. That very night, Zhao Jiuxiu carried three baskets of flatbreads up the mountain.
The admissions office found her spiritual root too weak to count. After a few days with a trial pass as an outer sect disciple, she was assigned to help out in the dining hall kitchen, where she drifted through six months.
Zhao Jiuxiu thought she got along well enough with everyone, so why did she always take an instant dislike to Song Zhe, the sect leader's senior disciple? Sometimes she hated him for no reason and wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and crush his ribs...
As Zhao Jiuxiu gradually regained her memories, fragments suddenly flashed through her mind one day. Song Zhe had once stabbed her and destroyed her weapon.
This man cannot be allowed to live.
In front of a bamboo hut in the mountains, Zhao Jiuxiu watched the sect leader's senior disciple standing beneath the moon, aloof and elegant, his expression solemn. She felt murderous intent rise within her.
One-on-one, both leads are sexually inexperienced.
Still terrible at writing blurbs.
Theme: Keep your feet on the ground and work hard at cultivation.
