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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

Familiar footsteps approached from the fields, and Li Hao's shoulders tensed. "Speaking of Father..." he whispered, shooting a meaningful look at his siblings. Li Hua instinctively moved closer to Bai Ying, whose crystalline whiskers twitched with curiosity at the approaching presence. Even the wind fox, usually so bold, slunk behind one of Mother's prized spirit-flowers, leaving only its luminescent tail visible among the petals.

"Bàba." The siblings greeted their father in unison. Their father was already looking at them, his smile deepening as the corners of his eyes crinkled.

Their father was never a stern man—he was hilarious, kind and gentle—but that didn't mean the siblings hadn't experienced their fair share of his lectures.

PUNISHMENT