The Frail Little Junior Sister Takes On the Entire Cultivation World

Junior Sister Jin Cancan was born delicate and frail, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

When they even accepted someone like her, her senior brothers and sisters all thought their sect was truly doomed.

Fortunately, although Junior Sister was frail, she was hardworking, and although she coughed up blood, she could take a beating.

Disciples whose strength was close to hers were one thing, but any fellow cultivator much stronger than she was didn't dare hold back when fighting her.

Junior Sister would cough up blood every few blows, and they were afraid they might accidentally beat her to death. That was until the cultivation world's competition...

"Please beat me up badly. Thank you."

"Please don't just talk. Draw your sword, too!"

"They say self-awareness is the first step toward improvement. Maybe learn a little more about yourself before standing up for someone else..."

The members of the immortal sects were captivated by Junior Sister's appearance and didn't hear a word she said.

"Junior Sister is covered in blood, her sleeves fluttering. She looks like she's about to shatter."

"To attack someone as weak and helpless as Junior Sister... Senior Brother really has no humanity."

The fellow disciple fighting Junior Sister onstage was fuming: What do you know? Jin Cancan only looks like she's about to shatter. I nearly died just now!

The sect leader, watching his disciples compete, turned to the elder beside him.

Sect Leader: "Don't you think her fighting style is a lot like our former sect leader's?"

That genius, domineering young woman, the black-hearted, mad swordswoman Wen Jing, who wielded a Demon-Slaying Sword that could conquer heaven and earth, never held her tongue, took on the entire cultivation world, and nearly ascended?

The elder shuddered. "Surely not? She's always been rude. She never says things like 'please.'"

The sect leader: "That's true, but she still manages to make people furious."

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Third Miss Lin of the Duke's mansion had reached the age for betrothal. Her goal was to choose the gentlest, most handsome young man in the capital to be her husband.

But after looking through the list her family had prepared, she chose someone who wasn't on it, a newly appointed top graduate who had been eliminated by her family in the very first round: the young marquis, Xie Tingzhu.

Everyone was astonished and asked why.

"On the day of the parade, I almost cracked his head open with a flowerpot by accident. Not only did Xie Tingzhu not scold me, he thanked me and smiled at me."

"I heard one of his servants was badly injured, so he specifically invited the imperial physician to his estate to treat him."

"Once, I came across him at night, injured and covered in blood. Even then, he was thinking of protecting me by standing in front of me. He was so gentle and kind, like a heavenly being descended to earth!"

When she finished, her entire family fell silent. She thought they were all reflecting on how gentle Xie Tingzhu was, but then her mother said, "San, I told the kitchen to brew you goji berry tea to improve your eyesight, not so you could become blind."

Third Miss Lin: "?"

Third Miss Lin couldn't understand why her whole family kept urging her to get her eyes treated, until she learned the truth:

Xie Tingzhu smiled before killing people, and he smiled even more happily than when he saw her.

He had indeed summoned an imperial physician to treat his servant, but he was the one who had ordered the servant to be beaten.

And on the night she thought he was injured, the courtyard just beyond the wall was littered with corpses.

Every one of them had been killed by Xie Tingzhu himself...

Third Miss Lin: "...Xie Tingzhu, you're a lunatic!"

"What can I do?" Xie Tingzhu bent down to pick up the dagger engraved with Third Miss Lin's name, then placed it in her palm with his own hands. "Why don't you kill me? Kill me, and preferably eat my heart, too. Then I can be with you forever."

[Mini Theater]

The day Third Miss Lin sent a love letter to Xie Tingzhu's residence, the skies over both the Duke's mansion and the Marquis's estate came crashing down.

Lin Father: "Sigh. I can see my daughter's future at a glance."

Xie Tingzhu: "What future?"

Third Miss Lin, jumping in first: "In your heart."

Theme: Never surrender to fate. Believe only in yourself.