Blurb
1.
A Shui had lived on a mountain with the cultivator Yimeng Zhenren for as long as she could remember.
When she was fourteen, Yimeng Zhenren was about to ascend. He left her a letter telling her to go down the mountain and seek out his friend, the strongest sword sect in the land.
She strapped on her sword and headed down the mountain.
Everything A Shui knew about the world below came from Yimeng Zhenren's copy of the Great Sui Handbook, which was terribly old.
Only after coming down the mountain did she discover that Yimeng Zhenren had gotten it wrong. The dynasty wasn't called Great Sui. It was called Great Yan.
Following Yimeng Zhenren's "last words," she took the little booklet he'd left her and politely asked a baozi seller for directions.
"Hello, could you tell me how to get to Which Sword Sect?"
"Oh, which sword sect?"
"Right, Which Sword Sect."
Passerby: ?
"Young lady, which sword sect?"
A Shui grinned. "Yes, Which Sword Sect."
Passerby: ?
After deciding the girl asking for directions must be a little slow, the passerby snatched the old yellow paper from her hands. At the end of a route scrawled like a child's doodles was a large arrow and four grand characters: Which Sword Sect.
Passerby: "..."
It really was Which Sword Sect.
2.
As the youngest junior brother of the Wuji Sword Sect, Feng Changyong was running errands to buy baozi for everyone when he overheard a young girl talking to the shopkeeper.
At first, Feng Changyong had no intention of getting involved.
But then he realized the girl was trying to get to their sect.
Or, to be precise, the name their sect had gone by more than three hundred years ago.
3.
The Wuji Sword Sect had taken on another disciple.
But apparently this time it was some country girl, picked up from who knew what remote backwater.
The disciples all felt sorry for their new junior sister.
She'd never even heard of the mountain she came from or the cultivator who taught her. She'd muddled through fourteen years of cultivation without even knowing what Foundation Establishment was.
That was, until the sect tournament.
The junior sister who didn't even know what Foundation Establishment was cut the sword of the neighboring sect's prodigy in half with one swing.
Everyone: ...?
#Why is the junior sister so strong?
#No, listen, my junior sister really is fourteen
#A beginner-level sword cultivator cuts off the neighboring genius's dream of ascension with one slash
· A max-level expert thinks she's a beginner as she descends the mountain
· The junior sister's strength keeps shattering their expectations
· My master said he was ascending, but I thought he was full of it, so I tell everyone he died. Turns out he really did ascend
Theme: Cultivate diligently and work hard to ascend.
