After My Sect Stripped Me of All My Cultivation

[Completed novel: The Deadly Business of Winning Over the Villain] [Ongoing novel: She Becomes Dao Partners with a Male Succubus] [Coming soon: The Heartless Great Dao, synopsis at the end] Synopsis below ↓↓↓ When Su Chenmeng's spine was cut open and her spiritual root ripped out, her master and senior brothers all stood protectively around the girl named Yun Meng. The girl covered her eyes, unable to look at such a bloody, horrific scene. Only then did Su Chenmeng learn that all the countless injustices she had suffered over the years had been because of Yun Meng, a young dragon demon whose identity her master had concealed, hiding her in the mountains and carefully tending to her. She had always been Yun Meng's scapegoat, enduring endless insults as the supposed orphan of a dragon demon. For the first time, Su Chenmeng learned that she was human... Never before in her life had she hated her sect so bitterly, nor had she ever felt so helpless and tormented. Perhaps the hatred in her eyes was too fierce. Afraid she might hurt that delicate young girl, they casually crushed her golden core, drained all her cultivation, and threw her out of the mountain gate. By sheer luck, Su Chenmeng survived. Once a graceful woman as lovely as a breeze beneath a bright moon, she now hunched over with trembling hands, reduced to the lowest kind of beggar. She was so useless she did not even know how to beg for food, and even stray dogs could bite her without fear. She sank into pain and hatred, lying in the filthiest mud and hiding beneath lush branches as she watched Yun Meng, ethereal as an immortal beneath the blue sky and white clouds, laugh and pass by with her senior brothers. She thought she could numb herself with hatred and drift through the rest of her life in a daze. But a pair of warm hands parted the branches and pulled her up from the mud. A young peddler set down the goods he treasured with his life, carried her on his back, and took her to see the warm spring breeze. He said, "The immortals in stories all have to endure countless trials and tribulations. As long as you make it through, the people and things that caused you pain will be nothing but whetstones on your path to immortality." He said, "You can hate them, but don't let that hatred drag you into an abyss. And don't become so addicted to hating that you don't even realize it, until you've forgotten to keep moving forward." He said, "One day, you'll pass them by, just as a mighty river doesn't stop for a tiny island, and the bright moon will always rise above the highlands." Later, Su Chenmeng learned that the most sincere love meant that no matter what happened, even if you were so destitute you could barely stay alive, he would still see your most precious qualities, affirm every effort you made, and be the first to cheer when you made even the slightest progress. She had once lost everything. Later, she gained everything. She was a god, and she was a demon. Reader's guide: 1. At first, the male lead is just an ordinary young peddler with a kind streak. He changes later. 2. The leads' early interactions are gentle and healing. Because of the way the female lead cultivates, her powers are limited at first, so the fantasy elements don't get too over-the-top early on. 3. She will get revenge, but it takes time. It won't happen quickly, and the female lead won't live solely to avenge those who hurt her. 4. Happy ending, plot-focused, with romance too. Lots of original worldbuilding. 5. There are countless great novels on Jinjiang. If this one's not for you, just pick another. [Coming Soon] Coming-soon novel: She Becomes Dao Partners with a Male Succubus Only when Yan Huanyue, a disciple of Tianyan Sect, was on the verge of death did she learn just how much her newly wedded Dao partner, Yu Zhao, loved her body. He broke her bones, tore out her heart, and tossed her into an immortal cauldron piece by piece to be refined into pills, which he then fed to the woman he truly loved. But he left her soul untouched. As her soul was shattered, she returned to the day the sect leader had summoned her for a talk. Beyond the misty curtains, she caught sight of a frail, unfamiliar young man. The sect leader asked her, "Huanyue, your constitution is unusual. If becoming Dao partners with someone could save his life, would you be willing?" In her previous life, she hadn't known who the young man beyond the curtains was. Now she knew: he was the son the sect leader had with a succubus who had abducted him and forced herself on him. His mother had intended to refine the child in her womb, but in the end she gave birth to him. Wounded by his mother's cultivation technique, he had been frail since birth. The young man had appeared at Tianyan Sect only once. Before she died, she had heard that he, too, was on the brink of death. The sect leader had spent all his cultivation to save him, turning white-haired overnight, which gave the demon clan the chance to attack Tianyan Sect. In her previous life, her answer had been, "This disciple wishes to become Dao partners with Senior Brother Yu, and no one else." In this life, looking at the sect leader, who had shown her the greatest kindness, Yan Huanyue nodded and replied, "This disciple is willing." . After their engagement, Yan Huanyue was busy cultivating and taking on missions. The young man sat alone by the broad, bright windows of the library every day, watching her stroll about with her fellow disciples from Tianyan Sect, carefree and spirited. He showed no emotion at all, from beginning to end. Until he was captured by his sworn enemy. On a snowy night, the girl chased after him for a thousand miles with nothing but a light robe and her sword, bringing him back. She brushed the snowflakes from his brow and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm here." . Pei Xuanzhi was the most exquisite chain his mother had forged to bind his father. He had always loathed the sick, twisted entanglement between his parents, but never imagined that one day he, too, would become a madman like his mother... Coming-soon novel: The Heartless Great Dao The day Yin Ruyi's parents walked a thousand miles with her to Changling Mountain to test her spiritual roots, the snow was heavy and the wind bitterly cold. When she came down the mountain with the verdict "inferior spiritual roots," her parents, dressed in padded cotton clothes, huddled beneath a dead tree beside someone else's splendid carriage. They rubbed their red, cracked hands as they looked at her with hopeful eyes. Much later, she finally understood why the esteemed cultivator testing her spiritual roots had asked one more question: "Your surname is Yin? Are you from the Yin family of Feng County? Or did your parents leave you any instructions?" That was when she began to understand the rules of the cultivation world, those... worldly rules. They say the Great Dao has no bounds, yet some people are denied even the right to set foot upon it. The world suffers beneath the lofty altar of despair, where the exalted hold the reins of life and death. They boil blood and fry flesh with savage eyes, yet sigh that life in this world is hard. Who would gladly wear the bones of a slave? We admire immortal lords, then envy princes and nobles. Take all the bones and flesh of my body, and let the mighty build their singing platform. . Later, when Yin Ruyi looked back on the events of her life she would never forget, she would think of that bitter winter. Seeking justice, she knelt upon the Stairway of Deliverance while two immortals sat together in intimate conversation, deaf to the storms of the mortal world. At sunset, when she returned empty-handed, the young man who had been making tea for the immortals ran after her with a cloak and draped it over her shoulders. When she asked his name, the young man pulled the hood over her head and said with a smile, "Want to repay me? There's no need. It's hard to walk alone through wind and snow. Remember to look after yourself. Go home, miss." Looking back on her whole life, from her youth, when her ambitions soared, to her dying day, when she still cherished the wind and snow. But she knew better than anyone that being trapped in wind and snow could never compare to walking alone in the spring sunshine. Theme: Hold fast to your original convictions and remain sincere.