Wen Zhuofei, a disciple of the seventy-ninth generation of Mengshan Sword Sect, is an odd, solitary junior sister with an irresistible charm. Ever since she joined the sect, she has been adored by everyone from top to bottom. She's so lovable that people and flowers alike bloom at the sight of her.
And yet, whenever her senior brothers and sisters bring her up, they can't help sighing.
Ask them why, and they'll say: The junior sister is wonderful in every way, but she's a heartless cultivation machine.
Wen Zhuofei: Don't @ me. I'm cultivating. Thanks.
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Three hundred years ago, Wen Zhuofei had her innate sword heart stolen. When she woke from a long sleep, she had become the junior sister of Mengshan Sword Sect. Wen Zhuofei only remembered that she was devoted to the Dao, had no interest in romance, and wanted only to ascend as soon as possible.
If anyone stood in the way of her cultivation,
Wen Zhuofei would say: Hello. Have a taste of my sword.
Until the day of the Ten Provinces' Dao Debate, when a procession passed by in the distance. A fragrant breeze of orchid and musk drifted over. A pair of jade-white hands lifted the golden silk curtain, and those gentle, smiling eyes glanced her way.
Mu Jiangzhou: Junior Sister, I have feelings for you. Will you be my cultivation partner?
Wen Zhuofei: Is something wrong with your head?
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Wen Zhuofei remembered that she had a deep blood feud to avenge, and that the once-prosperous Wenren clan had been wiped out overnight. But after she was reborn, she could no longer remember what her enemies looked like.
Picking flowers by the moonlit sea, trading lives in the snow.
Wen Zhuofei could only feel that Mu Jiangzhou, who had become increasingly clingy, was behaving far too presumptuously.
"All these years, has your Daoist heart truly remained untainted?"
Wen Zhuofei stood with her back to him, sword in hand. Her figure looked thin against the snow, still stubborn and strange.
"My heart is devoted to the Dao, like a clear mirror beneath the water. Fleeting ripples and worldly splendor cannot sway me."
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[Reading Guide]
A naturally absent-minded, Dao-devoted, heartless sword cultivator junior sister x a cunning, gentle, and elegant young gentleman who just wants to cuddle
1. The male lead will have to win her back, and this is the real deal.
2. My take on cultivation. This isn't a traditional cultivation story. Realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Tribulation Crossing, Ascension.
3. The female lead is reborn but has lost most of her memories. Beautiful, strong, and tragic, and very much a Mary Sue.
4. Can't think of anything else to flag for now. Please don't offer writing advice. Kindly don't mention this story under my other works.
Theme: Life, death, and nirvana are all like yesterday's dreams.
