Ordinary Years of Cultivation

Her disastrous marriage in her previous life brought her nothing but suffering. Now that she has been reborn in another world, she considers herself sensible enough to swear off being fooled by any man. But life has other plans, and there are always one or two irresistible troublemakers who leave her with no choice but to take the bait... “Wretched disciple! You eat my food, wear my clothes, and I spent more than ten years working hard to educate you! Now that you've grown wings, you want to turn against me, is that it? Well, you can't!” The old man berated his ungrateful disciple, spittle flying. The ungrateful disciple rested her chin on her hand, leaning against her sword with a helpless expression. “It's not that I won't agree, Master, but I practice the Sword Dao, and he's a ghost doctor. Those are two completely different skills, so there's no fair comparison... All right! Then what should we compete in?” The old man lifted his chin and declared, perfectly confident, “Silly girl, swords, of course! One strike decides the winner. Whoever strikes first wins!” Oh, for crying out loud! Looks like there's no way to have a pleasant time after all...