Na vida anterior, Ji Ning cultivava com afinco, dedicando-se inteiramente ao Dao, mas sem qualquer origem ou talento notável, acabou morrendo tragicamente, servindo de trampolim para outros em sua jor
Under the scorching sun, the air was heavy and oppressive.
Jiang Yeqiu wiped the sweat from her face and knocked on Ji Ning’s door.
“Ningning, the cleaning tasks for this month are all done. I’m counting on you for the tasks in the Medicine Valley!”
After a long pause, a lazy voice came from inside, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it…”
Hearing the voice through the door’s light, Jiang Yeqiu guessed Ji Ning had probably just woken up.
“I’m off! Remember to eat dinner—there’s your favorite sweet and sour ribs tonight.”
Jiang Yeqiu turned and returned to her own small room, beginning to meditate and cultivate.
Three months later, it was the assessment period for the outer disciples of the Profound Heart Sect—an annual event designed to test the cultivation levels of outer disciples and rank them accordingly.
As mere menial disciples, passing the cultivation assessment would grant entry into the outer sect, unlocking access to greater cultivation resources. Jiang Yeqiu and Ji Ning had been newly recruited menial disciples of the Profound Heart Sect last year.
At first, Ji Ning, like her, spent every moment outside of work, meals, and sleep entirely devoted to cultivation.
But a few months ago, Ji Ning suddenly changed her ways, no longer cultivating alongside her but instead frequently running off to the Medicine Valley.
She even convinced Jiang Yeqiu to jointly lease a plot of spirit farmland to grow spirit herbs.
“Sister Jiang, you do the cleaning work for me usually. I’ll handle planting the spirit herbs al