Crimson Cultivation

In the forgotten corner of the empire lies Emerald Ridge City, a place where spiritual energy is thin and ambition thinner. Here, the weak are trampled beneath the boots of petty lords and minor clans clawing for scraps of power. In this city lives Lian Xue, a blind girl born into the declining Lian Clan — a girl considered a stain upon her family name, unfit to cultivate, unfit to wed into greatness.



Mocked, ignored, and finally discarded, Lian Xue’s fate seems sealed when her family informs her of her engagement to Young Master Jin — a lecherous, cruel heir to a merchant-cultivator clan. The match is nothing more than a transaction. The Jin Clan seeks access to the Lotus Palm, a modest art that, while dismissed by the greater world, happens to be the strongest technique in a city as insignificant as Emerald Ridge. The Lian Clan, desperate to salvage its fortunes and end years of grudges, sees the marriage as a way to secure a powerful business partner. Lian Xue is simply the price — an unwanted girl offered up for convenience.



Shattered by the news, Lian Xue ventures into the Emerald Mountains with only one wish: that some lurking beast will end her wretched life. Unfortunately for her, fate had other plans. A sudden rockfall opens a hidden fissure beneath her feet, and she plunges into the earth, deep into a forgotten cavern. There, by cruel chance, she falls into an ancient, sealed pool — a dark remnant of blood from a time long lost.



The pool’s essence seeps into her body, merging with her soul. A cultivation manual, clearly one belonging to what the righteous cultivators would consider the demonic path, is now present within her mind.



What begins as a struggle to survive soon becomes the first step on a path paved with treachery, sect wars, ancient secrets, and the endless hunger of powers that were never meant for mortal hands. With every drop of blood she claims, the question grows sharper:



Is Lian Xue mastering these dark powers… or are they mastering her?



In a world where strength is truth and the heavens turn a blind eye, the blind maiden will make them all see — through the veil of crimson she weaves.