As one of the greatest prodigies of the younger generation, Si Chun was betrayed by her fiancé and best friend, and died full of hatred.
When she woke again, she had returned to the age of sixteen.
At this point, her peerless talent had yet to awaken, and she was just an ordinary outer disciple of a small sect.
Si Chun carefully recalled the brief glory of her previous life. After thinking for three days and three nights, she decided to live differently.
Being a heaven-blessed heroine caught up in endless schemes and rivalry is exhausting. Better to keep a low profile!
Many years later, Si Chun cultivated quietly, living an easy and comfortable life.
The one thing that annoyed her was that her mortal enemy from her previous life, who had always been at odds with her, had become her senior brother in this life, and routinely gave her cold, contemptuous looks.
Si Chun: ??? What's your problem?
Determined not to make herself suffer, Si Chun kept showing up in front of him, whether she had a reason or not.
One moment it was, “Senior Brother, why are you ignoring me?” The next, “Senior Brother, I'm so scared.” Every so often, she'd add a few “Boo-hoos,” just to gross him out.
Feng Yan, the Daoist heir of the Immortal Palace, was cold-hearted and decisive, and had always loathed idiots and useless people.
As luck would have it, his new junior sister was both: a genuine parasitic vine.
Later, Feng Yan realized that although Si Chun was useless and noisy, she was also obedient and well-behaved, and not quite the troublesome deadweight he'd expected.
When all was said and done, his Dao heart simply wasn't firm enough. Under the constant barrage of her coquettish “Senior Brother,” he gradually lost himself.
He was already so powerful, after all. Surely he could manage to raise one silly, delicate flower?
Until one day, a secret realm erupted and the two were separated.
Feng Yan was frantic with worry and went to look for her, only to see his beautiful, frail junior sister smash the head of a demon beast at his own cultivation level with a single palm strike. Her blow was swift and decisive, and she was even more vicious than he was.
Feng Yan: ????? So it was all for nothing!
Theme: Immortality
