Our Ancestress Is the Greatest Under Heaven

[Slow-witted, kindhearted heroine who loves only the Great Dao x Hypocritical, sinister hero who loves only one person]

Until she was ambushed and left on the brink of death, Qian Zhu always believed she was Heaven's favorite.

Born with the ability to form a golden core, she reached the Spirit Severing Realm at fifteen. Her path to immortality was wide open, and ascending to immortality was only a matter of time.

But the two mists of terrifying pressure that repeatedly appeared in her dreams told her that someone else was Heaven's chosen one.

To obtain a fortuitous opportunity and lift the restriction placed on her, so she could avenge her blood-soaked vendetta, Qian Zhu went down the mountain and brought back Heaven's chosen one, taking him as her disciple.

When she first met Lu Kuo, he was a ragged beggar. Everything about him was worn and old, except for his lake-blue eyes, bright as new.

She gave him a treasured sword and taught him spells, raising him wholeheartedly to be a beacon of righteousness. Her grandmaster and master had loved and protected her, and she learned to treat Lu Kuo in much the same way.

Apart from the little bit of use she made of him, she treated him wonderfully. You could say she gave him all her heart.

After all, he had become her disciple, the only person left in the four corners of the world with whom she was close.

But the disappointment came too soon. In the Water Mirror, which knew all and saw all, she witnessed a secret everyone knew except her.

And the boy who had once been gentle, refined, and obedient stabbed her to death without so much as a glance, using the sword she had forged with her own hands.

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Lu Kuo was reborn, carrying a hatred that reached the heavens.

He had been halfway to immortality and on the verge of escaping this nauseating, wretched world when someone killed him.

He hated her to the bone, yet he had also thought that death might be a kind of release.

But he had come back, back to the days when he fought wild dogs for food and struggled against Heaven for his life.

How could he not hate it?

The immense cultivation he had amassed in his previous life was gone. He spent four years trying, but still couldn't change a single thing about what had happened before.

Perhaps Heaven simply loved to toy with him. If so, what was wrong with trying again?

Lu Kuo convinced himself it was fine, then sat calmly in the ruined temple, waiting for fate to take another unexpected turn.

But the first person to push open that broken door wasn't the master from his previous life.

It was a girl who didn't look very strong.

Half by threat and half by enticement, the girl brought him to the Qin Sect, accepted him as her disciple, and made him her only student.

At first, he didn't trust her. He saw her as just one of the countless greedy people in the world. He fawned on her and pretended to be the kind of person she liked. She was pleased, and he thought she was a fool to his very core.

But as time went by, he gradually became absorbed in it.

There was no denying that she gave him a happiness he had never known in either of his lives, gradually opening his closed-off heart. In a moment of sudden realization, he understood that he had already come to depend on her.

Amid his long pretense, he carefully mixed in a little genuine affection.

But soon, she abandoned him again.

As he sank into a lightless abyss, he watched Qian Zhu's departing figure, overwhelmed by a fear that swept over him like a tidal wave.

So she had never known anything. So she didn't care about him that much.

No. He refused to accept it.

He would get her back. Even if he had to repay her with the immortal blood and flesh he was destined to possess, he would do so willingly.

Theme: Believe in yourself, rely on yourself, and make yourself who you are.