A Laid-Back Girl Meets a Psycho

Song Shijin never imagined that at thirty-six, just as she had found her footing and begun to enjoy life, she would transmigrate.

Of course, the cause of death was the familiar one: a car accident. And she was born anew as soon as she transmigrated.

She was born to a modest family. Her parents ran a small shop in the city, and this was a world of cultivation.

When her aptitude was tested at six, a little green sword flew out of the Immortal-Testing Stone. Her parents were so happy they shed tears as they told their ancestors the good news. After three generations, their family had finally produced a little prodigy.

But this so-called little prodigy was only one in the Song family. At Qingxuan Sect, up on the mountain beyond the city gates, she would rank somewhere in the upper-middle of the inner disciples. She was still a long way from being a true prodigy.

Qingxuan Sect was only a mid-ranking sect in the cultivation world. The continent was home to the Four Great Sects, as well as twelve major sects beneath them. Qingxuan Sect was itself governed by one of those twelve.

This was a relatively peaceful cultivation world, with abundant resources.

All in all, it was a good place for someone steady-tempered to work toward a peaceful, beautiful future in cultivation.

Song Shijin was very happy with this world, her life as it was, and her aptitude. She was exactly the steady-tempered sort who could work toward a good life in a peaceful, stable environment.

So that day, she began looking for a master. And so began what she thought would be a peaceful, beautiful life in cultivation, though it turned out to have a few little ups and downs.

The only real hiccup was the boy who happened to receive an opportunity of his own by the immortal spring on the day she sought a master. Back then, the two of them silently understood each other and kept their secrets to themselves. Later, they became fellow disciples and desk mates.

The boy was especially clever and well-informed. In the spirit of sticking close to someone powerful, Song Shijin followed him around, gaining plenty of opportunities along the way. They also became good friends.

She never knew that one day, when danger struck before a secret realm collapsed, this “good friend” would pin her to the ground like a madman and bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Then, with a beastly rasp, he growled in her ear, “Remember me. Before I come looking for you, you’d better not find another man, or else!” With a malicious, savage laugh, the boy leapt into the forest.

And disappeared.

Until the Twelve Sects Tournament, when she was out for a nighttime stroll in Jiangcheng. Someone suddenly dragged her into an empty corner and pinned her against a wall in the dark with overwhelming spiritual power. An unfamiliar but equally malicious chuckle came from beside her ear. “It’s me.”

Song Shijin knew who he was. At least half the cultivation world recognized that face, as beautiful as fine jade. He was the Young Master of Divine Jade, born to a prestigious clan and praised as “a gentleman, warm and gentle as jade.”

Someone like him belonged to a completely different world from her. She shouldn’t have known him at all.

But the moment their eyes met, even though he wore a different face, she recognized him instantly. He was that deadbeat kid who’d bitten her and disappeared without repaying what he owed. She never imagined the little bastard had been wearing a secret identity. She remembered clearly that, when they parted, he still owed her five thousand top-grade spirit stones. She hadn’t forgotten that debt to this day.

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