On the day when Song Shixing came to Shu, the fortune teller said: "This child's fate is haunted by demons!"
So her father kicked the fortune teller out of the house.
"Why are you haunted by monsters? These three states have been at peace for hundreds of years under the protection of the Cangwu Sect. You are a bastard, and you are used to intimidating my good girl!"
The peaceful days passed slowly for seventeen years, until the situation at Qinghui Temple in Pennsylvania suddenly changed.
A deceitful frog comes to the world, and dark clouds descend upon the city.
At night, there are dreams, haunted by demons.
Immortals lead the way and search for the stars.
Those fates that she had avoided all her life were now lying naked in front of her. Not only was she haunted by demons, but all the creatures in the world were in ruins.
The immortal in her dream told her that if she wanted peace in the world without being disturbed by monsters, she must find the artifact Tianxingzhan that fell into the world.
The stronger her spiritual power, the stronger the connection with the Tianxing Zhan.
Well, the road to cultivation was long, so Song Shixing had no choice but to find the young man in white who fell from the sky. Although he was unkind and had a bit of a venomous tongue, he was still the most famous genius of this generation of the Cangwu Sect.
Chenjuan frowned and looked serious, and said with seriousness in every word, "Follow me, and there will be no peace in the future."
Song Shixing met his gaze, the cold light in his eyes still lingering, "Then do you think I am the one who is greedy for peace?"
"I know that there are unspeakable secrets about your master, and I'm afraid it has something to do with the Cangwu Sect. I also know that you will definitely have some turmoil in the Cangwu Sect, but it doesn't matter. Which one of you or me is the coward?"
He said it as if he was going to fight Chenjuan against the whole world.
Chenjuan tilted his head, the strands of hair on his forehead brushed across his eyebrows, and a few strands of high ponytail hung out from the back of his head, giving off a somewhat wanton youthful air. Finally, he couldn't restrain his expression, and the corners of his lips curved into a clear arc.
"Okay," he said with a smile and a curt ending, "Then what should I call you now, evil disciple?"
Intention: To change one's fate against the will of heaven, and to embark on a magical journey as a celestial being