Little Senior Brother

Five hundred years after Jiang Jianyi died, her once-obscure sect had become a powerful and respected force. Her master had become a great figure in the cultivation world, and even her clingy junior brother, who used to flunk his lessons, had become a candidate to inherit the sect leadership.

Only Jiang Jianyi had died in that unprecedented battle. Afterward, the world underwent a spiritual qi revival, and countless talents emerged. No one remembered her, a rebellious sword fanatic who had made a name for herself at a young age.

In the modern cultivation world, Sword Lords, Sword Venerables, Sword Immortals, and Sword Gods were everywhere. Titles that had once resounded throughout the Nine Realms hundreds of years ago were nothing special anymore.

She'd spent five hundred lonely, boring years wandering the ancient battlefield, until at last a young man with no sense of self-preservation showed up.

When they first met, he kicked Jiang Jianyi's thigh bone.

But after killing the demons, he didn't leave at once. Instead, he gathered her bones and even built a proper little grave for her.

"I don't have time this time," he said with a cheeky grin. "Next time I'm passing through, I'll get someone to put up a tombstone for you."

The pent-up bitterness in Jiang Jianyi's heart, built up over hundreds of years, suddenly dissipated. Then she fell into a long sleep. When she woke again, she thought she'd see a ghostly official come to claim her soul, but instead she found demons with terrifying faces and a group of exhausted, wounded youths.

Without hesitation, Jiang Jianyi picked up one of their swords and fought in silence.

As she sheathed her sword, a defiant-looking young man whistled and said, "I'm late."

Jiang Jianyi turned at the sound and froze on the spot.

The young man wore bright red, his eyes shining.

"I'm Yi Weixian, a disciple of Xuanqing Sect," he said with a cheeky grin. "You're quite skilled, Sister. Who did you study under?"

Jiang Jianyi flicked her sword and sighed inwardly. What a shame.

Such a fine young man, yet he belonged to her former sect. She'd lost her former spiritual power and had no wish to cultivate again, so she waved him off. "I'm unaffiliated, just a country bumpkin. There's no need for a young cultivator like you to keep me in mind."

She left with easy confidence, deciding to visit the place where her bones had been buried, a thousand miles away.

But Yi Weixian followed her relentlessly, pestering her with just three questions.

"What's your name, Sister?"

"Where's your home, Sister?"

"Will you come back with me and become a disciple of Immortal Zenghuan?"

[Reader Advisory]

1. This is the first draft of the blurb, and it will definitely be revised many times.

2. The male lead's name doesn't fit his character, but I don't have any better names on hand. I might change it later.

3. One-on-one romance. Younger male lead. The heroine is a powerful but laid-back master, while the hero is devoted and pure-hearted.

Theme: Do good deeds