Good news: You're one of the rare geniuses blessed with the talent to cultivate immortality.
Bad news: Your spiritual roots are incomplete, and your cultivation aptitude is mediocre. You'll never reach Foundation Establishment in your lifetime.
"Well, look at that! I transmigrated here just to play the part of a useless nobody."
Su Wan'er knitted her pretty brows and muttered in annoyance.
My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's.
If my cultivation talent isn't up to par, I'll just pile on rare treasures until it is. I refuse to believe I can't become a true immortal.
But...
Where is someone with no connections like her supposed to find a wealth of rare treasures?
Just as Su Wan'er was racking her brains and coming up blank, her wandering gaze suddenly landed on her reflection in a bronze mirror.
Gazing at her own breathtaking face, Su Wan'er's parted lips took on a seductive sheen. Then her eyes shifted toward the senior and junior fellow disciples in the distance.
