Never Worship the Wild Gods

In the ancient era, Chu Yanci was the foremost being under Heaven's Dao. Humans and gods revered her, while demons and ghosts feared her. She swore to destroy Heaven's Dao and slay the gods of Shangqing. At Mount Dafan, the fallen gods perished, leaving a legacy of infamy for ten thousand years.

Then came the age of cultivation, when a hundred schools contended.

One spring day, a group of disciples from prestigious sects passed through Mount Dafan and entered an unmarked temple to worship a local deity.

They encountered a great demon, and the mountains and rivers shook. Once the demon was vanquished, all was peaceful again.

"Yan Ci, what are you spacing out for?"

Yan Ci, one of those who had entered the temple, was the most ordinary sword cultivator among them.

The girl propped her chin on her hand and faced the wind, then sighed. She was wondering why the cultivation world a hundred years later had gone so crazy, with each generation worse than the last.

The senior brother, a con artist and swindler: "Ci, you're playing the blind one today."

The senior sister, who had blown up half a mountain: "Ci, try the new pill your senior sister made today."

The second senior sister, rejected by the Hehuan Sect: "Ci, why doesn't he love me?"

Their master was in seclusion, and their sect was so poor it had nothing to its name. The only normal one was their second senior brother, the leading swordsman.

Until she saw her usually gentle and refined second senior brother snap their enlightened master's neck. Blood spattered his pale chin as he looked up at her, his gaze as cold and grim as a winter river.

Patricide, defying convention. Crazy enough! He had quite a bit of her old style.

Jiang Cihan squeezed her throat and smiled gently. "If you dare tell anyone, little junior sister, I'll kill you."

Chu Yanci stabbed him on the spot. She had never allowed anyone to threaten her.

But this body was absurdly weak. When you couldn't win, you ran. She had understood that after a hundred years of getting by. Who knew she'd bring the wrong earth-escape talisman and temporarily turn into her second senior brother's eyes...

One day, Chu Yanci saw the miniature portrait of a woman Jiang Cihan had hidden away. She laughed scornfully in the void. "Oh, so this is your type, Second Senior Brother? Funny enough, I happen to know the woman in that portrait."

Jiang Cihan said nothing. He silently put the portrait away, then gave a cold laugh. "Little junior sister, you're lying. The woman in that portrait has been dead for a hundred years."

Chu Yanci said nothing, but cursed inwardly: You're the one who's dead!

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In the ancient era, on a winter day, the wind howled. He was an unknown beggar, a dying dog in a ditch.

Just then, Chu Yanci, the foremost being under Heaven's Dao, passed by, covered in blood. She needed a dog, so she took him back to Mount Dafan as a slave. In the winter of the fourth year, the people of the world launched an attack, and the Brahma God fell.

There was no longer a Chu Yanci in the world.

Only one young believer remained. With bloodied hands, he built a temple, cast a statue of the god, and entered the Soul-Returning Pagoda, gathering her spirit there for a hundred years.

A hundred years later, the world gained a promising young man and leading swordsman: Jiang Cihan.

And the sect hiding behind a rock on Mount Shangqing: "Little junior sister, that's like Lin Daiyu pulling up a willow tree by its roots!"

The girl sneered. "A hundred years have passed, and there's still no one under Heaven's Dao who can fight."

When Chu Yanci wielded the reforged Spirit-Slaying Sword and stormed the summit of the spirit realm, she killed all her enemies, then collapsed from exhaustion.

The "good guy" passed through the flames, burned all over, and shielded her from the fire.

Chu Yanci frowned. "Idiot, it'll burn you to death."

He smiled. "As long as you're alive."

Heaven and Earth are not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs.

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