In the ancient fairyland, a baby girl with a natural sword bone and a heaven-grade thunder spirit root from the ancient fairy veins was born. The sword screamed in the sky, which also aroused the covetousness of the master. He actually came up with the idea of extracting the bones and digging up the roots to exchange for his little daughter. The plan failed, and the couple was charged with colluding with the demons.
In order to protect their daughter Zhou Quan, a pair of Immortal couple defected with their infant children and were hunted down all the way to the flower world. They entrusted their young daughter Jiang Li to their old friend Qingtang, and melted their spiritual power into elixir to seal her immortal veins. Then they used their bodies to lure away the pursuers, then blew themselves up and died together with the pursuing immortals.
Twenty years passed by in a flash, and Jiang Li was raised by three masters in the flower world. He only knew that he was a little peony with extremely high talent.
Until one day, she and her friend Xue Gu sneaked into the secret realm to pick dragon blood fruits, and accidentally rescued Li Jingheng, the third prince of Xuanhuang City who was being besieged.
"Thousand-year-old lightning strikes the tree, and ten-thousand-year-old snow lotus will thank me for escorting me back to Xuanhuang City."
The two daring little girls decided on the spot, stepped out of the comfortable flower world, and plunged into the mundane world.
In a desperate situation, a sword swings across the air to repel the monsters.
Even Jiang Li didn't notice it - the natural sword bone that had been sealed for twenty years was quietly unsealed with each attack.
When the Immortal Cultivation Sect in Xuanhuang City opened its doors, the two of them excitedly signed up to take the exam.
Everyone was shocked to realize that this little flower essence that looked soft had the power to shake the world when it drew its sword.
And the truth about her parents' death that year and the fatwa that spanned twenty years were slowly coming from the depths of the clouds, following the sound of her sword.
Intention: I will never get used to people I can't stand, but I will never take the initiative to cause trouble.