Chapter 1

Year 2385 of the Cultivation Era. Heavenly Evolution Sect, Servant Disciples' Courtyard. Su Wanqing opened her eyes and stared at the room that felt both unfamiliar and strangely familiar. She took a long, deep breath. She was back. She had truly returned. Her sacrifice at the very last moment, offering up both her own primordial spirit and that heartless scumbag's, had not been in vain. She had finally returned to seven hundred years ago. Su Wanqing got out of bed and slowly walked toward the door. Although the emptiness in her dantian made her somewhat uncomfortable, a trace of joy still welled up in her heart. This time, she would use the experience from her previous life to rise above the countless geniuses of the cultivation world. She would enter the inner sect, become an elder's disciple, and eventually become a direct disciple or even a true disciple. By then, everything would be within her grasp. And when that time came, what could that heartless man Xiao Yan do? She would trample him beneath her feet— Just as she was immersed in her beautiful fantasies, Su Wanqing suddenly heard a door opening next door. Immediately afterward, a soft and melodious female voice rang out. “Fellow Daoist Su, have you finished your seclusion?” Su Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly and turned toward the voice. The moment she saw the figure, her expression froze. In the morning light stood a slender figure dressed in green, her graceful silhouette resembling a wisp of smoke. The rosy glow of dawn outlined her entire body, making her look like a celestial maiden gracefully descending from the heavens. Because the girl had her back to the sunlight, Su Wanqing could not clearly make out her features. Even so, that breathtaking silhouette made her heart tremble. A trace of astonishment involuntarily flashed through her eyes, quickly followed by a hint of wariness. Although her memories of the Servant Disciples' Courtyard from her previous life had already become somewhat hazy, Su Wanqing still remembered that the person living next door should have been an utterly ordinary female servant disciple. It certainly should not have been the woman standing before her. Su Wanqing quickly suppressed her wariness and kept her expression calm. “Yes.” The woman in green descended two steps and slowly raised her head, finally allowing Su Wanqing to see her face clearly. At that moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent. Even the rosy morning glow seemed to favor the young girl, spilling the softest light from between the clouds and gently illuminating her delicate, fair cheeks, as tender and pale as pear blossoms in March. She possessed an extraordinarily beautiful face. So beautiful that even Su Wanqing, who had lived for seven hundred years in her previous life and witnessed countless beautiful things in the world, was left speechless. Her dark brows were as graceful as distant mountains, seemingly shrouded in a faint mist. They appeared slightly furrowed, yet not quite. A faint blue mole rested at the end of one brow, as though the heavens themselves had playfully added a tiny finishing touch to an already flawless painting. Her eyes were bright and clear like pools of spring water, reflecting dazzling sunlight. Her long, thick eyelashes curled upward, and when she raised her eyes to look at someone, they resembled a pair of dark butterflies about to spread their wings and take flight. Below them was a delicate, perfectly shaped nose and a pair of full, rosy lips that looked soft and sweet. A tiny lip bead rested on her upper lip, which curved slightly upward, its color a vivid crimson. “Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Su.” Her peach-blossom-like lips moved gently as she smiled at Su Wanqing, congratulating her on reaching the middle stage of Qi Refinement. “I suppose I should call you Senior Sister Su now.” Su Wanqing had yet to recover from her daze. She stared blankly at the girl's breathtaking face for a long while before finally turning her head away, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart. Her expression remained as indifferent as ever. “There is no need to be so polite.” Lu Renjia's gentle gesture of goodwill was met with a mild but unmistakable rejection, yet she did not become annoyed. She simply continued to smile peacefully, without the slightest hint of the spoiled or haughty temperament one might expect from such a beautiful woman. Su Wanqing's heart stirred slightly as she slowly turned her head back to examine her. It was no wonder the girl had said she should call her Senior Sister Su. Her cultivation was actually at the third level of Qi Refinement, one level below Su Wanqing's current fourth level. From the perspective of cultivation, there was nothing wrong with addressing her that way. Su Wanqing then examined her spiritual roots and discovered something else. Although the girl possessed a beauty capable of making even the sun and moon pale in comparison, her cultivation aptitude was truly terrible. She actually possessed the lowest-grade Five-Element Spiritual Root. Although most disciples in the Servant Disciples' Courtyard had poor spiritual roots, someone with such poor aptitude was still exceptionally rare.