The Frail Junior Disciple Has Turned Dark

Zhong Lanruo is forcibly dragged back to the immortal cultivation world she once tried to win over, because that world is on the brink of collapse, and it's her fault.

Zhong Lanruo: "Impossible. I died in that world more than five hundred years ago."

System: "You died, but your sickly junior brother didn't. After your death, he risked his life to repay those who hurt and humiliated you tenfold. The male and female leads are in a terrible state because of him. They aren't dead, but they're close to going mad. You have to go back and fix this mistake."

Zhong Lanruo: "You must have gotten it wrong. I don't have a junior brother like that!"

System: "You do. TAT"

Junior Brother: "You do. (smiling.jpg)"

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Five hundred years...

The stars had shifted, seas had become mulberry fields, and the years had rolled by.

People cultivated, took disciples, married, had children, and did all sorts of meaningful things. But this stubborn young man spent lifetimes' worth of a mortal's years and the perseverance of water dripping through stone, risking everything to do just one thing.

To avenge her.

Theme: Once you have seen the mountains of Wu, no other clouds will do.