Synopsis
As a cultivator, Minran's entire approach to life has been simple: don't die. Stay careful. Keep her head down. Except somehow… that's led to a few unexpected results. Take one particular incident. A group of cultivators walked straight into a trap. The high-rank demonic cultivator was practically gloating, "None of you are making it out of this! You've been hit by this deity's heart-burning demonic prison!" Everyone panicked. "The only way out," the demonic cultivator announced, "is if someone here has the root soil of the Liantian Flower!" The other cultivators: "Who even collects something like that?!" Minran quietly opened…
