[On hiatus for now]
The Qinghe Sword Sect was once the greatest sect under heaven, but these days its halls stand empty, with barely a dozen people in the whole sect. Jiang Ruluo transmigrated and happened to become one of its disciples, but she was a healer.
The Immortal Alliance tournament was just around the corner, and the Qinghe Sword Sect's leader was so worried his hair had turned white. There were hardly any members who could compete. He wasn't even hoping to restore the sect's former glory, but if he couldn't gather enough people to enter the tournament, he'd be a laughingstock.
In the midst of his worries, the leader spotted a lithe figure darting through the woods, chasing after a demonized licorice root. Her steps were steady and her manner composed, making her stand out among the sect's uneven crop of disciples. The leader's eyes lit up.
After receiving the invitation, Jiang Ruluo had no interest in competing. She only wanted to farm. What did the sect's fate have to do with her? If it really fell apart, she'd just move somewhere else and keep farming.
The leader pleaded in anguish, "The fate of the sect rests on every one of us! Jiang Ruluo, are you really unwilling to do your part?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something cool on the back of his hand. Looking down, he came face-to-face with the demonized licorice root's beady eyes. Two chilly licorice leaves rested on his hand, and several lines of writing appeared on the ground.
"The fate of the sect rests on every one of us! It's up to us to restore the sect!"
The demonized licorice root's eyes were full of resolve.
The leader: "..."
Jiang Ruluo: "..."
It wasn't until she stood on the awards podium at the tournament that Jiang Ruluo realized she shouldn't underestimate a licorice root's determination.
Theme: Restore the sect's former glory.
I will write this after the next door is finished. If you are interested, you can save it first~