Xie Xiaofeng

Ji Pingqiu, the head of Qingyao Mountain, had reached the pinnacle of cultivation, yet she could not ascend. The Celestial Emperor Xuanyuan told her that she still had unfinished ties to the mortal world. So she made a decision that shook the cultivation world: have a child, and sever those ties. “Out the door with a smile, through a thousand miles of falling blossoms and wind. Let’s call this child Xie Xiaofeng,” Ji Pingqiu said. From then on, Qingyao Mountain gained a new legend: at ten, she passed the civil and martial examinations, became the first disciple of a sect leader who had never taken one before, and went on to become the youngest, yet strongest, cultivator in the immortal sects. “Master’s wife, I’ve mastered the sword. When can I go down the mountain and gain experience?” “When you turn sixteen.” On the fifteenth day of the first month in the year 3000 of the Tongtian calendar, a streak of sword light shot out of Qingyao Mountain. What Xie Xiaofeng didn’t know was that what awaited her was neither carefree freedom nor the chance to settle old scores. … “Excuse me, miss. Could you tell me what the most desolate place within ten miles is?” “That would be Yunshan.” With all hope lost, Xie Xiaofeng gave the woman who had pointed the way her most valuable jade pendant. Then she went alone to Yunshan, lay drunk in an empty coffin, and waited for the merciless passage of time to turn her into a skeleton. As the saying goes, “Evil people live for a thousand years.” Yet somehow, no matter how desperately she wanted to die, she just couldn’t. Ten years later, a young man risked being stabbed to death by poisonous osmanthus bamboo to climb the mountain. He fell to his knees before the empty coffin and knocked his head against the ground three times. “Benefactor, my mother is gravely ill. Please, save her!” Xie Xiaofeng’s heart softened. “Come on. Let’s go down the mountain.” The Tufu jade wind talisman at her waist trembled. A storm was coming!