My Junior Sister Is No Deadweight

When Qing Xiang, the third young lady of the Qingguang Sword Pavilion, was born, fierce winds howled and lightning flashed. Her right arm was charred black from birth. She neither cried nor fussed, and the Sword Pavilion deemed her an ill omen.

At five, Qing Xiang was tested and found to have no talent at all. She was a good-for-nothing.

At ten, her most loving mother died under mysterious circumstances.

At twenty, she entered Qianji Academy but failed its examination.

That night, as rain and thunder raged, Qing Xiang sat in a graveyard and stared at her charred arm. It was as if she were a tree struck by the only bolt of lightning in a storm. Why was she always so unlucky?

Xie Zhexuan wondered: Everyone says his junior sister is useless, so how is she proficient in chess, alchemy, talismans, and swordsmanship alike?

1. Cultivation setting: swords, formations, talismans; puppets, beasts, medicine, and alchemy; chess, books, music, and divination.

2. I'm terrible at writing blurbs. This is probably a story about the growth of a resilient and optimistic weed-like girl.

Theme: Though ground down a thousand times, still firm and strong, no matter how the winds blow from east, west, south, or north