Changsheng was adopted by a Venerable when she was still an infant. At thirteen, she entered Tianyan Sect, the greatest sect in the cultivation world. At fourteen, she drew the divine sword Yaoguang and became its wielder, the undisputed jewel of Tianyan and a rising star of the cultivation world.
But on the eve of her breakthrough to the Deity Separation stage, an accident struck. Her spiritual body was destroyed and her cultivation scattered, turning her from a heaven-blessed young prodigy into a cripple who gasped and coughed up blood just from walking.
The people of the cultivation world were shocked, saddened, and delighted in equal measure.
Some with ulterior motives saw her misfortune as a chance to kick her while she was down, hoping to claim the bright moon hanging high above for themselves.
Before she had even gotten used to being surrounded by wolves, a being calling itself the "System" came knocking.
The System told her she was actually the heroine of a story, destined to enjoy a smooth path to ascension and find the Great Dao.
But an accident had struck, and for reasons unknown, the brilliant road her life should have taken had been forcibly diverted onto an uncertain path full of danger.
The System said: I came here to help you get back on track.
Changsheng wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and forced a smile.
So what if I have a System? So what if I don't?
She would return to the top, and she would succeed.
And the truth would eventually prove it:
Flowers may be picked, but the moon cannot be plucked.
Weisheng Ciyun was naturally aloof, yet he cherished the abandoned baby he'd found in the snow above all else. He raised her by his side from childhood, carefully teaching her, as both a master and a father.
Even when he had no choice but to leave her in the care of a lower-realm sect, he stayed in Baiyujing thinking of his precious little darling every day.
How was her cultivation going? Was she being mistreated? Had she run into any bad people?
Just as he could no longer hold back and was about to force his way out to find her,
the gates of Baiyujing, which had been shut for decades, suddenly opened from the outside.
The immortal saw that the girl he cherished like a treasure had grown into a breathtaking young woman, as radiant as the sun. She was covered in blood, yet smiled gently at him and called out affectionately, "Master."
In that instant, Weisheng Ciyun, who had always been so aloof, learned what anger was.
In the heavens stands Baiyujing, with its twelve towers and five cities. An immortal strokes my head, tying my hair and granting me eternal life.
Blurb written: August 9, 2023, 1:59 a.m.
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Theme: Don't let yourself be knocked down too easily. You never know whether the challenge before you is good fortune or disaster.