The Savior Is Always Mistaken for a Beautiful, Strong, Tragic Hero

Lord Immortal Linghua of the Taichu Dao Sect had reached a bottleneck. He had been stuck at the Tribulation Transcendence stage for a hundred years, and everyone in the sect, from the Grand Elders down to the newest disciples, was deeply worried.

Shen Minglan took it all in stride. Since the birth of the cultivation world, she was the only super-genius of her kind. She had been born at the Foundation Establishment stage and formed her Golden Core at seven. Now, at the pinnacle of Tribulation Transcendence, she was only thirty years old.

Before her, the youngest recorded cultivator to reach the Tribulation Transcendence stage had been seven hundred.

She was still young. Even if her cultivation stagnated for another three hundred years, she would still hold the record.

With no progress in her cultivation, Shen Minglan simply learned every auxiliary path the sect had to offer, from alchemy and artifact crafting to talismans and formations. In a hundred years, though she had not mastered every path well enough to be the best in the world, she could certainly be called proficient.

Shen Minglan reveled in the ocean of knowledge, but her master and senior uncles seemed to think she had suffered such a devastating blow that she had given up on herself and abandoned her proper cultivation. No matter how she explained, they only looked at her with pity and concern.

Shen Minglan: ...

Fine, she wanted to become an immortal! Let her break through and become one already!

One day, Shen Minglan opened her eyes to find herself in an utterly unfamiliar place. Most of her cultivation, which was powerful enough to move mountains and fill seas, had been sealed away. Her treasured sword, hailed as the greatest divine sword in the world, was nowhere to be found, and even the storage ring on her hand, which rivaled the vaults of the top sects, had vanished.

Her body was still her own, but it was covered in wounds.

No one could do this to Lord Immortal Linghua.

Shen Minglan pondered for two seconds, then suddenly understood.

This had to be her ascension tribulation!

Everyone's ascension tribulation was different, so the experiences of the sect elders were useless as a guide. But Shen Minglan remembered her master saying that if you did not know what it took to pass the tribulation, you could never go wrong by accumulating good deeds.

If she could amass the great merit of saving the world, she would surely become the most perfect Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos!

Then what was she waiting for?

Save people! Save people!

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When the Supernatural Ability Protection Bureau raided an illegal laboratory, they rescued one of its test subjects.

The test subject had suffered unimaginable torture. She was covered in wounds, her expression blank, and she knew nothing about her past except the name