Junior Uncle, Could I Have a Word?

Shen Jingxi had lived half her life proud, half her life foolish, and half her life insane... Xuanyu Mountain Manor was once the foremost sect in the cultivation world, but it was wiped out on that night engulfed in flames. From its leader, Song Jingyuan, to the old man who swept the mountain gate, not one person survived. Except for a woman named Shen Jingxi. Everyone else was gone, leaving only her, a cripple stripped of her spiritual power, imprisoned in a courtyard full of peach blossoms. She watched with her own eyes as Gu Yu, the personal disciple she had raised, murdered her fellow disciples and destroyed all of Xuanyu Mountain Manor. The great fire consumed every last trace of her pride. During her three years imprisoned in the Peach Blossom Courtyard, Shen Jingxi finally saw her past for what it was. Her pride had been nothing but blind arrogance. Just as she thought she would never escape the courtyard, the very person she had once looked down on most appeared before her and said he would take her home. She fell asleep peacefully in his arms. But when she opened her eyes again, she had returned to three months before the once-every-three-years Immortal Hunt. To her surprise, Shen Jingxi discovered that her senior fellow disciple, the sect leader, had also been reborn. Determined not to repeat the mistakes of her past life, Shen Jingxi decided to uncover why her young disciple Gu Yu had betrayed the sect. If he could be set on the right path, she would do so; if not, she would root out the problem completely. As for the person who had rescued her from the Peach Blossom Courtyard in her previous life, Shen Jingxi decided to latch onto him! And hold on tight! From then on, everyone at Xuanyu Mountain Manor would see the once aloof and proud Elder Shen effortlessly pouting, acting cute, and playing the scoundrel! Shen Jingxi grinned mischievously. “Little Martial Uncle, can I borrow you for a quick word?”