Half-Demon

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Tang Xiaobao was different from everyone else from birth. Born with a spiritual bone, she had a physique comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator without needing to train. She was a natural candidate for cultivation, and if she could draw spiritual energy into her body, her cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds.

But that never happened.

The first time she tried to draw spiritual energy into her body, she vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

Her master hurriedly summoned a divine physician to examine her.

The physician looked at her and marveled. "A short-lived girl born with a spiritual bone? Heaven gives you the gift but not the bowl to eat from. Hahaha."

Seven-year-old Tang Xiaobao was so angered by his "hahaha" that she spat blood.

The physician added, "But it's not entirely hopeless."

"If you live as an ordinary person, never open your meridians, never join the immortal sects, and never fall into the demonic path, you should have no trouble living to sixty or seventy."

She refused to accept it. "What if I want to cultivate?"

The physician's jade flute came down on her head, giving it a light tap. "Then it'll depend on how long that little body of yours can hold out."

She learned later that, as a half-demon, she couldn't bear either spiritual energy or demonic energy. She was destined to live as an ordinary person.

To be safe, the physician sealed every meridian in her body, preventing the demonic power that would seep out as she grew older from flooding her and killing her.

A preview of my upcoming novel, Transmigrating into the Early-Era Cultivation Novel I Abandoned

After transmigrating into the body of a cannon-fodder character in an early-era cultivation novel she had abandoned, a background villain character mentioned in just one sentence, Tang Suihan struggled desperately to change her destined death.

After trying tirelessly and giving up one of her eyes, she managed to escape her death.

But she couldn't escape the social humiliation.

Those ridiculously overpowered golden fingers, along with the names and settings steeped in early-era flavor, kept tormenting her fragile nerves.

Just as she was growing numb and starting to give up and accept her fate, the villain's attitude toward her grew stranger and stranger.

Ling Yuan had noticed Tang Suihan's change in personality when she was twelve. At first, he assumed she'd thought up some new way to torment him. Even after she pushed him away without hesitation, causing him to be blinded by demonic energy, he still thought she was putting on an act.

But as they spent more time together, Tang Suihan's oddities kept piling up.

By now, it no longer mattered whether she was still the Tang Suihan he'd once known.

He only hoped that when she regained her sight, he would be standing where she wanted him to be: among the righteous immortal sects.

Not covered in blood like this.

Tang Suihan: Weren't you supposed to be just my little sister?

Ling Yuan: A sweetheart is still a little sister.

Theme: As long as you work hard, there's hope!