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The leaders of the realms of demons, monsters, and immortals were gravely injured and fell unconscious during a duel. At the same time, a cultivation game appeared in their sea of consciousness.
The game's protagonist, Chi Mian, is a gentle, introverted orphan. Because her bloodline resembles that of the Sword Sect's beloved white moonlight, she is taken in by the sect and raised for years, all so that one day her spiritual soul can be taken to resurrect the white moonlight.
Harem-loving Monster Realm Empress: That bastard of a man can go die! Sweetie, look at the gentle junior brother, the aloof Buddhist cultivator, and the gorgeous demon cultivator by your side! They're all yours!
This is a romance game for women.
Overpowered righteous Sword Lord: The divine sword? Take it. The cultivation manual? Here. The sect? We have to flatten it.
This is a leveling game about face-slapping and making a comeback.
Do-as-I-please Demon Lord: A divine sword? I'll skewer roast duck with it. Men? Go play in the mud somewhere else. The Sword Sect? Of course I'm going to turn it upside down.
This is a chaotic, ridiculous comedy game.
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Chi Mian never imagined that life was a beautiful dream she had stolen.
On the eve of her birthday, her master stood with his sword in hand. Her old friends fell silent, and even the aloof senior brother she secretly admired softened for the first time, begging her to save that person's life.
In front of everyone's eyes, the young girl drew her sword with her own hands.
Outside, wind and rain raged, and the blood hung like mist. Inside, all was silent. The sweet birthday cake had just come out of the oven.
The day Chi Mian left the mountain, her master's Dao heart suffered a grave blow, and her senior brother's hair turned white overnight.
She was only a badly wounded girl with nowhere to go. Everyone wanted her to stay, but along both sides of the mountain path, fragrant grasses rippled like waves and spiritual energy soared into the sky.
On one side stood an elegant envoy in splendid clothes, his bearing extraordinary: “By His Majesty's command, we welcome the honored guest of our people.”
On the other, a host of demons bowed low, their skirts drifting like smoke: “The Empress invites Your Highness, the Princess.”
Meanwhile, in the chaotic sea of consciousness:
The Sword Lord was deeply upset. “We agreed to compete fairly. You actually went behind my back... to look for her?”
The Demon Lord jumped up in indignation. “We agreed to compete fairly. You actually went behind my back... and changed the lyrics?”
The Empress: “Hehe, that's what it means to be one step ahead.”
#What's it like raising a daughter with your archenemies?#
#Don't be scared, little one. Those idiots don't love you, but your mamas do!#
Theme: Someone is always secretly loving you.
