A Sword Cultivator’s Travels in the Apocalypse

Han Ting, Sword Lord of the Beiting Sword Sect, was about to ascend to godhood. The final heavenly tribulation struck her into another world. Who am I? Where am I? What happened here...? With her meridians injured and even her ultimate moves unavailable, the Sword Lord felt miserable. PS: No romance in this story. Author's column: Dear readers using the app, open the article details page, tap the author's column in the upper-right corner, and follow the author to take home this adorable author! [Author's completed works]: "The Supporting Character Changed Careers to Cultivate Immortality": A cultivation devotee gets bound to a quick transmigration System. "The Interstellar General Arrives in Ancient Times": Business, rebellion, and nation-building, the journey of a future empress! [Author's upcoming work]: "The General Is Really Terrifying": After crushing the Northern Khitan royal camp, Ji Wuyou received an imperial decree. The wording was polite, inviting her to return to court and receive her title. Her subordinates pleaded with her: “General, you can't go. This is a trap, and no one comes back from it!” The pale, frail girl leaned against her chair and smiled faintly, but a bloodthirsty glint flashed in her eyes. “We'll see whose trap it is.” Ji Wuyou soon showed everyone that appearances could be deceiving, and that the sea could not be measured with a bushel. One careless remark from the heir of the Marquis's estate, and she broke both his legs. The Censor-in-Chief spoke up to impeach her, only to be dragged into a dark alley on his way home. Even the powerful Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was pointed at and cursed as a lapdog. Everyone was waiting to see when Ji Wuyou would die. Ji Wuyou: Heh. Ji Wuyou went into berserk mode and started calling out her enemies by name. Under the crushing pressure, some people despaired, some fought for their lives, and others seemed to lose their minds and develop a strange taste for being abused. The Vice Minister of Works blushed: “General Ji... you're not at all like what people say.” Prince Rui's heir spoke tenderly: “I like lively, confident women.” The Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard snarled: “General Ji has served the country for years. Who are you to erase her achievements?” Ji Wuyou: “?” If you're sick, get treatment. [Extra scene] One day, the Grand Secretary, worried, asked the emperor about his taste in women. Grand Secretary: “What sort of woman does Your Majesty like?” Emperor Wenyao: “Gentle in temperament, learned and reasonable, gifted in poetry, with the grace of a hermit.” The Grand Secretary was greatly relieved. After searching far and wide, he found a talented woman who fit the bill perfectly and arranged a blind date for them. Afterward, he asked, “What did Your Majesty think?” Emperor Wenyao: “I was wrong. A woman this perfect isn't right for me.” Emperor Wenyao: “I'm better suited to someone with a few flaws.” Emperor Wenyao: “She can be a little hot-tempered, proud, willful, and spoiled...” The Grand Secretary bolted out the door, sword in hand, to settle the score with Ji Wuyou. Damn it, what has she done to the emperor's sense of taste! Sweet on the outside, dark within & dark on the outside, sweet within. A power couple. #IHaveNegativeFiveCombatAbilityAndStillBeatTheWholeCourt# A light, satisfying, sweet story with a touch of court intrigue and a redemptive bent. Theme: