The Real Heiress Is a Master of Metaphysics

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Chen Xuanyu grew up on Fangqing Mountain. Her master treated her like his own daughter, and every day she drew talismans, studied medicine, and teased ghosts. Life couldn't have been more carefree.

Except that she wasn't in good health.

Sigh, she had a minor illness every three days and a major one every five. Every now and then, she would cough up blood, collapse, and lie unconscious for several days. Yes, the kind of person who was doomed to die before turning twenty.

Chen Xuanyu didn't take it seriously. People of the mystic arts had to bear the Five Bane and Three Deficiencies. The laws of heaven were clear.

When she was seventeen, her master mysteriously vanished in the capital, his fate unknown.

She worked hard to get into Jing University, determined to find him. While searching, she discovered that things were becoming more and more mysterious. Her background was complicated: she should have been a wealthy heiress, enjoying riches and the love of her parents, but someone had defied heaven, changed her fate, and switched her destiny with that of the fake heiress in the wealthy family.

Who was responsible?

Was her master involved?

Chen Xuanyu's task was to uncover the truth.

Short scene:

Under the moon, Chen Xuanyu finally saw her master again after two years.

Chen Xuanyu drew her peachwood sword, her voice trembling slightly. "Why?"

"There is no why." The man stood with his hands behind his back. The night wind billowed his robes with a fierce rustle. "Your destiny is exceptionally noble. That's the only way to save my son, who is fated to die. Besides, how have I treated you over the past seventeen years?"

Chen Xuanyu was already in tears. The peachwood sword in her hand wavered.

The smile at the corner of the man's mouth was painfully cold. "Your Dao heart is already in disarray. You're no match for me. Why not surrender? I will... spare your life." He closed his eyes, afraid that the hint of compassion in his heart might show.

Her answer was a sword through his chest.

Chen Xuanyu flicked the drops of blood from her peachwood sword and smiled sincerely. "Master, I'll spare your life too."

I'll only cripple your cultivation.

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