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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

After their meal, the family quickly cleaned up and prepared for their evening baths. Li Hua and her mother shared theirs together, as had become their custom. Though still somewhat awkward, Li Hua found herself growing more comfortable with these intimate family moments.

Steam rose around them as her mother gently scrubbed her shoulders, the warm water carrying a faint scent of herb-infused soap. The peaceful atmosphere shifted when her mother spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hua'er, this world is vast and filled with selfish people." Her mother's hands remained gentle, but her words carried weight. Li Hua felt herself instinctively tensing, her assassin's awareness of danger sharpening her focus. "You are truly special, and there will be many who covet what you possess—the white dragon, the golden core, your affinity for all elements, and your ability to walk every cultivation path this world offers."

MĀMĀ'S GIFT