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

State Preceptor chuckled strangely as he flew out of the Hall of Pure Heart, hovering above the abyss. He formed hand seals and muttered incantations.


His hair was burnt, half his face was charred with the skin cracked and the flesh mixed together. Against the backdrop of the bloody light barrier, he looked exceptionally horrifying.


In the midst of snow and fog, a Lin Clan soldier suddenly let out a miserable scream, his body bursting open and turning into a cloud of blood fog.


Lin Qingluo's heart tightened, without any hesitation, she bit her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto her fingertip. Then, she quickly wrote a series of intricate and profound incantations in the air.


As she uttered a soft shout, the incantations shone brightly, transforming into a dazzling sword that flew high into the sky, piercing through the blood-colored light barrier.


Chapter 1036: Breaking the Blood Sacrifice, Killing the State Preceptor_1