Urban Female Cultivator: Nine Heavenly Mysteries

Mu Tiange was originally an ordinary high school student in the city. Her parents died, and she lived a hard life alone. One night, she accidentally saved a silver-haired man, which changed her life. Become a disciple, practice immortality, hunt for treasures, contract with mythical beasts... In the world of immortality, she is a genius in people's eyes; In the city, she is a good girl and a good student in the eyes of teachers; As everyone knows, beneath her simple appearance, there is a heart that refuses to admit defeat! Who is she? Bloodthirsty killer? Business wizard? Medical myth? A miracle in the music world? Military alien? … All of this is actually accidental and inevitable. When the 70 million-year seal is opened and the demon king returns again, what is her true identity? The truth will be revealed step by step. When the memory is restored, what kind of unforgettable love for three generations will be revealed? Can they stay together in this life? Highlights: Fragment one: Seeing the stupid look on his future owner's face, he lost his composure at all. As soon as he turned around, Mu Tiange saw a handsome man with waist-length green hair tied in a white jade crown and a moon-white gown appearing in front of him. In her astonishment, Ji Luan walked up to Mu Tiange, knelt down on one knee, his pale yellow eyes flashed with longing and the excitement of meeting each other, took her left hand, and kissed the back of it gently before she could react, and then slid it to her fingertips. … Seeing the woman who had become his master again, heartache flashed in his eyes. Sure enough, even if the contract was made, he still couldn't remember it. He grasped the soft and boneless hand. But it doesn't matter. This time, no matter what, he won't let her face everything alone again. Instead of experiencing the loneliness of waiting for thousands of years, he would rather live and die with her! Fragment two: In the damp and dark prison, the woman's hair was messy and dirty. The white undershirt she was wearing had been stained red with blood. Inside the tattered skirt, she could faintly see her body that was already bloody. Shang opened his blood-red eyes, holding the gold steel cage tightly with both hands, his eyes full of pain. He didn't believe how the person who was so magnificent and silently guarded could look so miserable now. He blames himself for not being able to protect her; he hates who made her covered with bruises. "Are you... Are you okay?" He held back tears, but his trembling voice had already betrayed him. Hearing the sound, the woman trembled, and it took a long time to stand up and turn her head. When he saw the people outside the prison, he twitched his lips in a far-fetched way. "Um... Ah... Cough cough..." I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make a sound after several attempts. In the end, I coughed violently. It wasn't until I coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood that I felt better. "Shang... You... Why are you... Here?" When he saw that face, veins popped out on Shang's hands. On the current face, except for the pair of lavender eyes that had lost their luster, the rest of the face was covered in blood and flesh, which was extremely terrifying. And the voice, as silky as milk, is as hoarse and unpleasant as sandpaper ground glass, making it even harder to speak a word. "I... I gave them something and allowed me to come in and see you once." Mu Tiange understood that those things must be precious things that could save his life at critical moments. "Ahem, you shouldn't have come. Now that you're here, would you please tell others my true feelings without killing Langhua? I don't want them to worry." After hearing these words, the tears that Shang had been holding back for a long time finally fell. He did not expect that he would still shed tears after so long. Fragment three: In the photo stone, the woman appears exactly the same as before. "Zimo, you're fine." Facing the gentle but distant face in his memory, Zimo clenched his hands and dug his nails deeply into his flesh. "Ying, I, I'm sorry for you." "Haha, Zimo, do you think you can end it by saying sorry? And these three words are already hundreds of millions of years too late?" Mengying laughed a little maniacally, but the tears in the corners of her eyes remained wantonly, "Zimo, when you didn't believe me, do you know how much my heart hurts?"