Before Wei Ning was born, her parents asked Tai Yan, the greatest diviner under heaven, to predict their daughter's future.
Tai Yan calculated the divination trigrams by day and observed the stars by night. At last, he shook his head and sighed. "Miss, your fate is full of tribulations. You face forty-nine major calamities and eighty-one minor ones. You'll have a hard time getting through them all."
Unwilling to lose their daughter, Wei Ning's parents tried to raise her into the greatest fighter under heaven. No matter what disaster or hardship came her way, she'd be able to clear it with a single stroke of her sword.
Who could have guessed that eight-year-old Wei Ning would pout and say, "What's the point of pushing yourself so hard? Even if I become the best swordswoman in the world, can I slash away a romantic tribulation? Are you going to make me cultivate the Heartless Dao next?"
Her parents exchanged a look. "Then... what does our dear girl plan to do?"
Wei Ning: "Spend money and hire bodyguards. We may have no fate together, but I've got money."
Being strong yourself means standing alone at the top, and you can only be strong in a couple of areas at most. If you run into a boss whose build counters yours, you're still going down.
A powerful team of bodyguards is like a garden in full bloom, strong in every way with no blind spots. No matter which way the wind blows, I'll be as safe as a fortress.
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Wei Ning transmigrated into a book, becoming the only daughter of the richest family in the cultivation world, a girl destined to suffer calamity after calamity.
In the original plot, she would die young, before she was out of her teens.
Wei Ning was stunned. "Wait, with the richest-person build, how could I still end up dead?"
Wei Ning: "What if I gather the future greatest swordsman, greatest cultivator, greatest talisman master, greatest shield cultivator, greatest healer... and form a super bodyguard squad? What could three great calamities and five disasters do to me then?"
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Money makes the world go round.
The first time Wei Ning stood before the future greatest swordsman, the young cultivator, already showing his proud and rebellious nature, sneered at the frail, sickly girl.
But her opening words made him jerk his head up in shock.
Wei Ning: "I hear you people treat your swords like wives?"
Wei Ning: "Come on, take a look at my sword."
The future greatest swordsman glanced down, then staggered backward. "No, impossible! You're not a sword cultivator. How can your sword aura surpass mine?"
Wei Ning replied calmly, "Money is the best care a sword can get."
The future greatest swordsman clutched his beloved sword, trembling inside.
Wei Ning painted him a rosy picture: "Join my team, and your sword will get the same treatment. You'll also get room and board, a monthly meal allowance of fifty top-grade spirit stones, and medicinal pills and talismans worth three thousand top-grade spirit stones..."
The future greatest swordsman's eyes glinted fiercely. "Young lady, who do you want me to kill?"
Theme: Live happily.