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Li Hua's reign as the twenty-first century's deadliest assassin ended in fire and betrayal. Her own sister, Li Min, turned their elite force against her, leaving nothing but ashes where a legend once stood.

In the moment of her death, Li Hua's soul tore free from its earthly bonds, hurtling across the boundaries between worlds until it anchored itself in a new vessel in a realm of ancient martial arts and mystical cultivation. Through this impossible transition, her inner space remained intact—and with it, Little Firefly, her spirit companion.

Here, where qi flows like rivers and mountains bow to those who master their cultivation, Li Hua will forge herself anew. No longer content to be merely an assassin of mortal flesh, she sets her sights on ascending to immortality itself—a journey that will shake the very foundations of heaven.

DEDICATION
To those of us whose cultivation path always leads to immortals with questionable morals and perfect jaw lines.
May your daddy issues transcend the three realms and be rewarded with an ancient being who knows exactly what he's doing.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Content Warning: This story contains mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Updates: New chapters release Sunday through Friday, with Saturday as a rest day.
Story Style: This is an epic fantasy with rich world-building and complex characters, woven together with a slow-burn romance subplot.
Disclaimer: While this story incorporates some historical facts, it is primarily a work of fiction presenting my unique interpretation of events.

Re-birth: The Beginning after the End

Behind the kitchen, they found three stones of varying sizes. The largest was clearly meant for Li Hao, while the smallest—though still challenging for a four-year-old—was positioned for Li Hua. She approached her stone with careful consideration, remembering to make her movements match her apparent age and size.

Following their father's instructions, she bent her knees and wrapped her small arms around the stone. It was cool against her skin, rough texture pressing into her palms as she lifted with her legs, just as their father had demonstrated. The weight was significant but manageable—her spiritual training from the previous night had prepared her muscles well, though she was careful not to make it look too easy.

Li Wei grunted as he lifted his middle-sized stone, his face reddening with effort. Li Hao, true to his athletic nature, hoisted his stone with determined grace, leading their little procession around the kitchen building.

ENHANCED QIGONG