As Shi Qing's cultivation went awry and she was on the verge of death, she swung her sword, sending half of her soul, along with her inner demon, hurtling through the void.
She breathed a sigh of relief. A soul was like a leek: cultivate for a while, and it would grow back.
Five hundred years later, the healer treating her told her with deep regret, "Your three souls are incomplete. You can't ascend."
After searching the entire mortal realm, Shi Qing glared through gritted teeth at the face that looked about five or six parts like her own.
Who could have guessed that the shared beloved of the immortal sect's bigwigs was the incarnation of her own inner demon?
The good news: After careful planning, Shi Qing successfully slew her inner demon and reclaimed her soul on the five-hundredth anniversary of her cultivation going awry.
The bad news: It turned out to be the inner demon's birthday, too!
And so, under the collective gaze of the immortal sect's bigwigs, their beloved was beaten to pieces by an unknown female cultivator, her soul scattered and her body reduced to ashes.
Shi Qing asks online: Urgent! Cultivators across the entire mortal realm are hunting me down. What should I do?
Demonic cultivators: Amazing, boss! We kneel! You're our queen!
Just as Shi Qing was driven into a corner with nowhere left to run,
a flashy fellow suddenly appeared and sent a whole host of bigwigs flying with a single sword strike.
Shi Qing: Stunned! Isn't this the little healer who treated me?
The little healer: Medicine is a dangerous profession. Is it really so unreasonable to learn swordsmanship for self-defense?
Shi Qing: Damn sword cultivators! For money, you'll really do anything!
Theme: I decide my own fate, not Heaven.
