When Chao Jinsui was five years old, a heart demon called a “system” was born within her.

She had long heard people say that she was a heaven-blessed genius, born with sword bones and a Dao heart, yet because she was still young, she temporarily didn’t know what was extraordinary about herself—at the very least, even standing on tiptoe, she wasn’t as tall as the table yet, so she couldn’t surpass others for now.

Until she discovered that at only five years old, she had already produced a heart demon—

Sure enough, when Heaven is about to entrust a great mission to a person.

From a young age, her temperament was firm. At first, the heart demon called “system” tried to tempt her with tanghulu to sign a Heaven-and-Earth contract. Every time it tempted her, she would sit cross-legged and recite the Qingxin Jing to resist it.

As long as she recited for four or five hours, that heart demon would cry out, “Master, please stop reciting.”

She was widely read and firmly believed that as long as she recited scriptures at the heart demon every day, given ten or eight years, she would eventually chant it to death.

System: …

This little girl, whose formal name was Chao Jinsui and whose nickname was Suisui, had an extraordinary family background.

Kunlun Sword Sect was a major sect of sword cultivators in the cultivation world. The Chao family’s roots in Kunlun Sword Sect could be traced back tens of thousands of years to the founding of the sect, having produced nearly half of Kunlun Sword Sect’s sect masters. Her biological father, Chao Taichu, unsurprisingly became the current sect master of Kunlun Sword Sect.

It was just that the Chao family revered wolf-father education—meaning the kind that was a bit more ruthless. Not only was there high-intensity cramming education; they also liked to throw the freshly entered-into-cultivation, rookie-level Chao Jinsui into matches with outer sect disciples, letting her face the sect’s bullying phenomena head-on.

She also had a sword cultivator elder brother, Chao Zhaoyue—graceful as jade, extraordinarily gifted. He often went out and brought tanghulu back for her to eat, loved to rub her hair into a bird’s nest, toss her into the air just to watch her panic in alarm. His only flaw was: his level of education was not high.

She hugged her book and went to ask her brother about homework. Her brother frowned and pondered for a long time, then sighed, “What is this thing?”

She hugged the account book and went to find her brother. Her brother confidently wrote fourteen after eighteen plus three.

She went out shopping with her brother. Her brother bargained with people, and the more he haggled, the higher the price became.

She had a somewhat unqualified father, and a somewhat not-very-smart brother.

Although she rarely received her father’s concern, her father valued her, and her brother doted on her. In daily life, she lacked neither food nor clothing.

The system discovered:

For the time being, it had nothing with which to tempt this little bean sprout, so it temporarily lay dormant.

Until Chao Taichu held the ceremony for her as the Young Sect Master of Kunlun Sword Sect.

The once most highly anticipated Young Sect Master candidate had been Kunlun’s “Number One Sword,” Chao Zhaoyue.

—Because he couldn’t do accounts, and was a sword maniac, he was mercilessly kicked out of the list of candidates.

At the ceremony, everyone in Kunlun Sword Sect saw this little sect master:

Young in age, pale-faced. The only thing worth mentioning was her unforgettable beauty. Half her face was buried in thick fox fur, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

She gained the status, but not the strength to match it. In the cultivation world, where strength was supreme, she was like a fledgling bird placed at the edge of a cliff.

After that day’s ceremony, she encountered much hidden ridicule and deliberate harassment. The murmurs of discussion clung to her like parasites on bone, following her like a shadow.

Many people came to challenge the Young Sect Master to spar, and sparring within the sect was permitted and not stopped, so in the beginning she suffered badly. Even though afterward Chao Zhaoyue would beat them up one by one in retaliation, the more he did so, the more harassment she received.

Almost every day she came back limping, sometimes even returning with a split corner of her mouth.

Her father, Chao Taichu, saw it, yet never once asked about it.

The Great Elder who often followed at his side would occasionally frown at her: “Young Sect Master, do not damage the Sect Master’s dignity.”

—It was also a veiled way of conveying Chao Taichu’s meaning.

The original words were: “At the very least, don’t ruin your face. It won’t look good to take you out.”

At the time, she was stunned for quite a while. In the end, turning her half-bruised face to the side, she quietly nodded.

In the summer when she was ten, she almost broke two ribs and lay on the bed with a persistent high fever.

She lay in bed for many days. Her brother Chao Zhaoyue came to see her every day, buying bamboo dragonflies and tanghulu to amuse her. She smiled with her brows and eyes curved, and even made things difficult for Chao Zhaoyue, asking him to read books aloud to her.

But the system knew: she had actually been waiting for Chao Taichu to come see her.

To this day, little Chao Jinsui still didn’t know that even if she didn’t say anything, the system could hear her inner thoughts.

After many days had passed, Chao Taichu finally arrived belatedly.

He said, “Just like a young eagle that wants to fly will be kicked off a cliff countless times—this is the path one must go through to become sect master.”

He said, “If you want to be a qualified Young Sect Master, you should do better.”

Her face was pale, a small little bundle in the blankets, staring at him blankly.

Chao Taichu was satisfied with her obedience, and so said, “Your Hanqiu Sword Technique is still not practiced skillfully enough. Train with your brother more.”

She answered him, “Yes, Father. I will do better.”

But after Chao Taichu left, she lowered her long eyelashes and remained silent for a long time.

The system popped out and tempted her: “As long as you sign a contract with the system, a sudden leap in cultivation will be just around the corner.”

It took her a long time to come back to her senses, and she asked this heart demon, “What do you mean by just around the corner?”

The system, following the standards of genius in the cultivation world: “Golden Core at one hundred years old!”

She nodded.

At the time, the system thought she believed it, and was overjoyed.

Until—

At eighteen, she successfully crossed the Golden Core tribulation and became the youngest Golden Core cultivator in Kunlun Sword Sect in thousands of years.

Chao Jinsui spoke lightly to her heart demon: “That’s eighty-two years earlier.”

System: …

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The system began promising that she would become a universally beloved darling, not only crushing others with martial strength, but also conquering everyone with personal charm, firmly securing her position as Young Sect Master.

She had become Young Sect Master at a very young age, which already made it hard for people to accept her. And as she grew older, one flaw was revealed:

Her appearance was far too outstanding.

When she was little, she had been a chubby little snowball. After growing up a bit and blossoming, she became a once-in-a-million beauty. Not only did she capture the hearts of junior and senior brothers within the sect, but outside she often encountered reckless suitors who swarmed around her like wild bees and butterflies, causing much trouble.

Even among the female disciples of her sect, there were many who spoke critically of her.

The system finally discovered a problem that the host could not solve—

It immediately jumped out impatiently, declaring that it could handle it!

Chao Jinsui also seemed to realize this problem and fell into deep thought.

So, she stopped smiling whenever she saw people. Along with her cultivation and attainments in the sword path advancing by leaps and bounds each day, her temperament underwent a world-shaking transformation.

From then on, she wore only the sect’s gender-neutral robes all year round. Her brows and eyes turned cold and severe, displaying the aloofness of her teenage years—so beautiful that there was an androgynous quality to it.

Sure enough, the pursuit from male cultivators began to subside.

—She won the hearts of her senior and junior sisters instead.

System: …

The system gradually began to feel a trace of despair.

But it wasn’t a big problem.

Because when Chao Jinsui was fifteen, her father brought Chao Xiaotu back.

Chao Xiaotu was a year younger than her, delicate in appearance, with a pair of dimples when she smiled. She rushed in from outside the hall and threw herself into Chao Taichu’s arms.

Chao Xiaotu resembled her somewhat, yet her looks were far from as stunning.

Chao Jinsui strongly resembled her early-deceased mother. Her pair of indifferent yet overly beautiful almond eyes made her exquisitely refined.

Chao Xiaotu’s aptitude was fairly good, but she absolutely couldn’t be called a genius—only above average. Her innate constitution was even more ordinary, yet she was willful, bold, and lively, very much to Chao Taichu’s liking.

She had thought that Chao Taichu treated all his children with nothing more than the authority and tempering of “wolf training”—even if they were battered and bruised all over, he would merely stand by coldly watching. She was like that, and her brother Chao Zhaoyue was the same.

Until she saw Chao Xiaotu.

For a single cut in Chao Xiaotu’s palm, Father presented Kunlun’s supreme treasure.

She stood quietly outside the hall watching.

It was only when the bottle containing the Kunlun treasure was brought out that her gaze lingered for a moment.

Because she had been the one who escorted that treasure back to the sect, and on her hand there still remained a burn scar from that time.

Chao Xiaotu curiously glanced outside and asked Chao Taichu, “Who is that person outside?”

She heard Chao Taichu say lightly:

“Just a pair of lowly children born of a mortal.”

She felt the scar in her palm begin to ache.

The system also did not speak.

She gathered her sleeves and left expressionlessly.

She finally knew that her mother, and Chao Zhaoyue’s mother, had only been an ordinary mortal woman, without even a trace of spiritual roots. She had lived a little longer by relying on medicinal pills, yet after giving birth to her, she passed away.

Chao Taichu naturally would not place any importance on a mere mortal woman. To cultivators, mortals were like ants.

Even the children seemed to have become mud on the ground because their mother was not noble enough.

Chao Jinsui even saw Chao Taichu lift Chao Xiaotu up in his arms, teasing her until she giggled. He was a strict father, yet at this moment he looked like any loving father in the world.

She thought of how, when she was eight, she had nearly lost half her life and still had not received her father’s concern; how when she was little and wanted to hug her father, she was stopped by a single glance;

But fortunately, she had Chao Zhaoyue.

The system saw everything clearly.

It thought it had found an opportunity to take advantage: clearly, this favored younger sister had taken most of the father’s attention and affection. Such unfair treatment would surely breed many conflicts.

Sure enough, Chao Xiaotu seemed very bothered that she had become the Young Sect Master at such a young age and was deeply valued by Father. Often relying on Father’s favor, she caused trouble for her.

The system jumped out impatiently, declaring it could solve this trouble and help her gain Father’s favoritism.

The system discovered:

When dealing with this younger sister, Chao Jinsui never quibbled over small matters.

At first, Chao Xiaotu always provoked her and stirred up trouble for her. She neither fought back when hit nor spoke back when scolded, not even lifting her eyelids—

Then turned around and beat up Chao Xiaotu’s beloved.

Yes, as soon as Chao Xiaotu returned to Kunlun Sword Sect, she fell in love with Chao Jinsui’s junior disciple, Su Liuyun.

The dream lover of countless people in Kunlun Sword Sect was Chao Jinsui, but Chao Xiaotu couldn’t fall in love with her half-sister of the same father, so she settled for second best and fell for the outstanding young talent of Kunlun, second only to Chao Jinsui.

Chao Xiaotu picked trouble with her four times in a single month.

So during that month, no matter where Chao Xiaotu’s beloved went, he would run into the sword-carrying Young Sect Master on the way, like being trapped in a ghostly maze.

Chao Jinsui beat her beloved at the frequency of three meals a day. It made Chao Xiaotu cry loudly, and every time she ran to complain to Father.

Of course, this was completely useless, because Father would feel sorry for Chao Xiaotu, but he would not feel any pity for her beloved, Su Liuyun.

Chao Taichu even thought the beatings were quite good—after all, Su Liuyun had to have the ability to protect her.

Chao Xiaotu cried as if the sky were collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

After all, when he was struck, it hurt in her heart.

Later, Chao Xiaotu indeed learned her lesson, because she gradually realized her beloved only had one life—if he kept getting beaten, he would have to leave this beautiful world.

From then on, whenever Chao Xiaotu saw her, she took a detour.

Chao Jinsui gathered her cloak and said lightly to her heart demon, “See, wasn’t the problem solved quite easily?”

System: …

The system’s voice gradually grew softer, and it felt a trace of despair.

One hundred years. It had already been nearly one hundred years.

It still hadn’t signed a contract.

The host’s strength of will was the firmest it had ever seen in its life.

Not only because when the host was young she could recite scriptures at it for four hours straight, but also because she had refused to eat scallions since childhood. Every bowl of noodles had to have all the scallions picked out—she had persisted in this for one hundred years.

Such strength of will made her a once-in-a-millennium genius in the sect’s sword path, and later made her stand out especially as a wronged fool.

But seeing that tempting her to sign a contract was as difficult as ascending to Heaven, and having spent many years in this world, with only a few months left before it would fall into slumber, it had no choice but to resign itself to fate.

One morning after Chao Jinsui’s Nascent Soul tribulation, the system said to her, “I may be going into slumber.”

A hundred years of companionship finally earned a slight pause from her.

The system thought she had finally felt some sadness and was a little moved, but then saw her write today’s reflection in her notebook:

Reciting the Qingxin Jing sixty-nine thousand times can chant a heart demon to death.

System: …

The system watched her grow up.

She was like a famous sword radiating boundless brilliance, her clear light pressing upon all. Now, within the sect, everyone respectfully called her “Young Master.” Her prestige in the sect was like rain, moistening things silently. Before anyone even realized it, she had already become the bright moon in the sky—someone before whom everyone held their breath, not daring to offend.

Yet her expression was always faint and indifferent. Judging by her appearance, she did not quite resemble the legendary Young Master. Her face was pale, and because she feared the cold, she wore a white fox-fur cloak all year round, appearing frail at first glance. Yet because she practiced the sword year-round—especially sword techniques like Hanqiu Sword, whose chill penetrated to the bone—her brows and eyes were sparse and cold, unlike the gentle softness of a young woman, carrying an unyielding sharpness. Because of this, she even possessed a kind of androgynous beauty.

If everything proceeded step by step, she would become the rightful sect master of Kunlun Sword Sect, walking a broad and smooth road.

As for Chao Xiaotu or Su Liuyun… although they had caused her much trouble, she still believed they were merely small stones occasionally encountered along her life’s path, incapable of obstructing her radiant brilliance or her boundless future.

She would become the youngest sect master of Kunlun Sword Sect, the most dazzlingly gifted sword cultivator—like a blade whose edge could no longer be concealed.

Her life could be summed up in one word: perfect.

But the system knew that two more words should follow: perfectly unlucky fool.