A Young Cultivator's Path

After being lonely for too long, she had no heart for love. She had come to this world with a purpose. Her usual arrogance had shaped her into someone unruly, and even after arriving in another era, her peerless beauty made countless men fall for her, her formidable cultivation inspired envy throughout the land, and her mysterious allure drew admirers by the roomful. Yet she had no heart for love. He was young and innocent, growing up beneath her protective wing. “Does Yaoyao like Mu Zhi? Mu Zhi likes Yaoyao.” He was powerful, returned as the Supreme, and told her, “Yao’er, this time, let me protect you.” He was tender, clasping her hand tightly. “I swear on my life: I’ll hold your hand and grow old with you.” The peach blossoms around her never ceased, as they should for a woman like her. But how many of them were sincere? When her identity was exposed, when the whole world wanted her dead, when she was driven to the brink, who protected her? And who hurt her?