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 gently waved her right hand and lightly tapped on the young boy's chest.


A soft spiritual power flowed from her fingertip into the boy's heart, transforming into countless threads that enveloped the Sword Spirit layer by layer.


The threads wrapped around the Sword Spirit, led by her thoughts, traveled along the Eight Extra-Meridians, and came to the boy's right hand.


Lin Qingluo took out a golden needle, pierced the boy's finger, and a flash of golden light appeared, revealing a tiny spirit only the size of a thumb with its eyes closed.


Lin Qingluo felt pain as if her heart was tearing apart, her eyes brimming with tears. Without thinking too much, she wrapped the Sword Spirit with gentle spiritual power and hid it in her sleeve.


A weak cry sounded in her ears. Perhaps the sting of the fingertip had disturbed the gasping young boy.


He closed his eyes, sobbing softly. His frail voice made those who heard it feel a deep heartache.


Chapter 1117: The Power of the Divine Soul - Purest and Strongest, Extreme Yang_1