The demonic cultivator Ban Xia died in a carefully orchestrated assassination.
A single pill kept her barely alive, and restored all ten years of memories that had been forcibly erased from her.
She had never been a helpless wild child abandoned by the world.
She had once been Su Muli, cherished by her whole family and raised in the palms of her parents' hands.
And the Demon Empress she had worshipped as a goddess for the past ten years was the very culprit who had sent people to kidnap her and kill her parents.
A blood feud this deep could never be laid to rest.
She abandoned the demonic path for the immortal one and began cultivating again.
Who could have guessed that the cultivation prodigy of old would be found to possess an inferior spirit root?
Thanks to a fortuitous opportunity that came the way of her young servant, Ji Xuan, she got a "buy one, get one free" deal and made it into the top immortal sect in the Northern Frontier.
For the next three years, her fellow disciples soared ahead in their cultivation, while she remained stubbornly stuck at the first level of Qi Refining, earning the title "Taixuan Sect's disgrace."
As the three-year deadline approached, those waiting to see her expelled from the sect lined up in droves.
But then they saw the young woman in blue robes, spiritual energy surging around her as she walked, achieving Foundation Establishment in a hundred steps.
But that was only the beginning.
Later, she defended the Northern Frontier and defied the odds to form a Nascent Soul, becoming the greatest among the prodigies.
Before the war between immortals and demons, she risked everything to save her companions, venturing into the Ice Abyss and exhausting her cultivation until her Dao foundation was destroyed. She was abandoned in the perilous, seemingly endless Ten Thousand Demons Cavern.
Everyone thought she was dead.
Then she walked out of the abyss.
Year after year, frost and cold swept across the Northern Frontier. Her blue robes remained the same, and her swordlight never changed.
Theme: Cultivators should take it upon themselves to slay demons and protect all living beings.
Happy New Year, my little cuties~ I just changed the title of the book back to the original Jian Shuanghan. As expected, I still prefer less straightforward names~ In addition, the biweekly list will be updated every other day, so the little angels who are chasing articles can save up and read again~ Finally, in the new year, I wish you all good luck in spring and peace in summer, and peace in autumn and winter! Get high marks in school and earn big money at work!!!
Pre-released article of the same series, "There Are Beautiful Woods in the South", please collect it ~ Yan Jiamu has two fears in this life. Afraid of death, she embarked on the path to immortality. She did not practice the ultimate killing technique, nor cultivated heavenly cultivation. She only practiced life-preserving defense to the extreme, carving the cherishment of life into her bones and blood. Second, she was afraid of her sickly and gentle senior brother, Shen Du. Just because those eyes that pierced her chest and crushed her vitality in countless bloody nights were gentle and cold, just like Shen Du. She was afraid of him, avoided him, and was wary, but she couldn't escape her heartbeat. The three-foot sword that originally only protected his own body began to protect fireworks, the common people, and everything in the world. A demonic disaster strikes and the secret is exposed. She became an alien despised by the three worlds, pointed out by thousands of people, and scolded by thousands of people. Amidst the sounds of executions all over the sky, only the frail and always gentle senior brother stood in front of her resolutely and withstood all the wind and rain for her. The battle between immortals and monsters ends, and the common people suffer. She transformed her body into a formation, burning up her cultivation to purify the sky of evil spirits. Everyone in the world said, "Fortunately, there are beautiful trees in the southern country." But Shen Du stayed under the sycamore tree, living alone in a hut, waiting for the flowers of the tree to bloom and for an old friend. I am the soul of the dead under your sword, and I am also the person in your heart.
"Demon training center? For..." This is a big bug for the author~
I've been too busy recently and haven't had the time or energy to update. I'm sorry that I stopped updating for a long time. The hole will be filled in when I finish my work at the end of September [Hands together]
It's really super pretty! I hope it won't stop updating!
Great, updated again! Happy!
Super pretty! When will it be updated?
Tied! Waiting for a big update from the author
Hahahahaha Shao Li appears again. The author really likes this name.
It feels like I'm about to run into an "ex-colleague"