Ting Lan Listening to the Rain

The Duke's family has gone a century with no daughters. When a daughter was finally born to them, she should have received all the love and pampering, but it turns out that the real daughter had been swapped at birth and taken in by a family of kind-hearted hunters. Ever since they adopted the girl, the hunters seemed to get lucky in everything—game seemed to run into the traps and nets they set, and they would find rare herbs wherever they went. Ten tears later, the Duke's family finally realized the truth that their daughter had been swapped and journeyed over a thousand miles to bring her home. After she returned to her real family, the daughter was undoubtedly spoiled rotten by every member of her family...
After she grew up, Lin Qingluo excelled in martial arts and rose to the peak of the martial world. Joining the battlefield with her brothers and father, she crushed their enemies and became known as a Goddess of War, gaining countless admirers.
Lord of Heavenly Secret Pavilion: Your reputation precedes you, milady—none compares to you, just as the rumors say. 
Chief of the Potion Valley: Your skills with medicine are extraordinary, and I defer to your expertise. I pledge my loyalty in exchange for your tutelage to practice medicine and help people. 
The First Prince of Qi Nation: Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you a life debt. Lin Qingluo: A clingy prince has stolen my heart, and he is all I can think about. There is no other person on my mind.



Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Lin Qingluo chuckled and traveled through the sea of flowers, quickly moving in the direction guided by the birds.


Shitou, hearing of the pagoda, came alive with energy, running as if his feet were on wheels, leaving a trail of dust.


Lin Jinyun smiled in amusement, took a deep breath, and pursued him.


Feng Yi and others didn't want to fall behind, chasing after each other as they ran forward.


The very center of Immortal Island was enveloped by ethereal spiritual power, as thin as a gauze, surrounding the pagoda. The spiritual spring was crystal clear, the herb garden was blossoming with spirit flowers, and the aroma was intoxicating.


Upon reaching the pagoda, the young men were once again stunned by the dreamlike scenery, stepping onto the soft grass felt like stepping on cotton.


Chapter 589: Ten Thousand Year Spirit Plants, Spiritual Spring_1