Synopsis
On the immortal terrace stands a tree that blooms once every five hundred years. When it does, it bears two fruits — each one carrying the soul of a cultivator too fixated, too pigheaded, too cursed to simply pass on. Xue Ranran came into this world sickly and half-dead, and she stumbled into cultivation for one simple reason: she wanted to keep breathing. Her plan — latch onto Su Yishui as his disciple. A prodigy with cold eyes and a mouth like a blade, but still the best bet she had. The moment she walked through the sect gates, the…
