Lu Jingku's childhood was miserable.
Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father was a master of drinking, gambling, and whoring.
After she was born, the ancient well that had provided for generations of villagers stopped yielding water.
In everyone's eyes, she was a calamity embodying every ill omen.
No one knew that the girl then fighting the livestock next door for scraps would one day become the master of the Ghost Pavilion, a figure even emperors had to avoid at all costs.
At last, when Lu Jingku was eleven, several more wells in the village dried up one after another, and the villagers finally erupted...
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In the third year of Yonghe, the Ghost Pavilion had become the greatest power in the world.
People said its disciples were all more brutal and merciless than the last, consumed by mad ambition.
What they didn't know was that the Pavilion Master, the one who made every disciple tremble at the mere mention of her, was the greatest lunatic in the world.
Happy ending / One-on-one / Healing each other.
Written in third person.
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