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Ling Yan's fate is like an endless winding river, flowing through meandering and twisting valleys, accumulating countless stories of love and hate, life and death.
She was born in a remote town called Wanyuan Village, which has the most beautiful mountains, rivers, and lakes, but is also the hometown of an unknown pawn in the world of immortals.
She was born with a strong radiance, but it also brought a dark fate for her mother.
On that night, under the moonlight, all the creatures in Wanyuan Village felt an unusual presence.
At that moment, Ling Yan was born. Her mother passed away due to difficult childbirth, leaving with endless love and hope for Ling Yan.
From then on, Ling Yan's family became gloomy, as if shrouded in an indescribable shadow.
That kind of shadow is not perceptible to the outside world, but it is deeply imprinted in every corner of the home.
The atmosphere at home is filled with dullness and heaviness, much like the father's gaunt face and deep eyes.
His brows were often furrowed, especially when it came to Ling Yan.
At first glance, she was like a replica of her mother, from her glossy black hair to her pitifully charming face.
Ling Yan learned to be independent at a young age. She used her small hands to weave bamboo baskets and make textiles to earn a meager income to support her family.
"Ling Yan, you've woven this basket so beautifully," the neighbor grandmother said softly.
"Thank you, Grandma, this is the best I can do." Ling Yan chuckled, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.
Her father always seemed stern towards her, as if afraid that getting close to her would touch upon the pain in his heart.
"What more useful things can you do?" Father asked repeatedly.
Ling Yan could only lower her head, with a thousand thoughts in her mind, but they all turned into one word: "Understood."
Finally, when she was fifteen, her father sold her to a wealthy family to work as a maid. As she left her home, tears streamed down uncontrollably. It seemed as though her fate was sealed, an irreversible tragedy.
Year after year, just as Ling Yan turned fifteen, fate dealt her another heavy blow.
"Ling Yan, starting from tomorrow, you don't need to come here anymore," Father sat as usual on the old wooden chair, smoking a pipe, with a cold tone.
"Dad, what do you mean?" Ling Yan felt a sinking feeling in her heart, sensing that something was wrong.
"I sold you to the Zhao Family Residence to be their servant," Father finally confessed.
Ling Yan was completely stunned, unable to believe her ears. Sold? Was she really sold like this?
"You go. The Zhao Family Residence will give you better conditions, and you don't have to worry about this family anymore."
Tears finally fell from Ling Yan's eyes, but she didn't cry out loud.
"The Zhao Family Residence? What is that place?" Ling Yan felt a chill in her heart.
"Why are you asking so many questions? You'll know once you go." Her father's voice turned even colder.
Ling Yan clenched her fist, with a thousand words in her heart, but in the end, it could only be turned into a long sigh. She knew that this home was never her safe haven; she was just an extra person.
The next day, Ling Yan's father had a cold expression on his face as he bit his pipe and pushed her to the front gate of a luxurious estate.
The butler of the household happened to come out, glanced at Ling Yan, and then exchanged a few grumbles with her father with a stern face. Ling Yan only heard the words "price" and " maid ", which cut her to the heart. She lowered her head, feeling the suppressed tears welling up inside her.
"Ling Yan, from today on, this is your home. Behave well and don't embarrass me," her father said coldly, then waved goodbye.
At that moment, Ling Yan's heart felt like it had been struck, but she forced back her tears, thinking, maybe this is the dead end that fate has designed for her.
This is a luxurious mansion, decorated with various gold and silver jewelry, everything seems beautiful. But when she walked through the magnificent gate, she felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Ling Yan's heart sank even further, but she knew she couldn't back down. She didn't want to spend her whole life being a pawn at someone else's mercy.
After several months of hard work, Ling Yan gradually established a stable position in the the Li Residence and became a capable servant. She gained the master's trust with her skills and intelligence. However, despite this, she still felt an indescribable emptiness and pain in her heart.
All of this, until that day.
Ling Yan, as usual, was cleaning the mansion with a wry smile on her face. At that moment, a crisp bell rang outside, accompanied by the gentle footsteps of a Taoist priest.
A Taoist priest approached from a distance. He walked lightly, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, wearing a bamboo hat and with his hands behind his back. In the cramped little town, he seemed like a breath of fresh air, exuding an extraordinary temperament with every step.
"Amitabha, good, good. Does your mansion have a place for monks to meditate?" The Taoist asked with a smile, exuding a serene and almost mysterious demeanor.
Upon hearing this, the steward glanced at Ling Yan and then replied, "There are some minor matters in the mansion at the moment. I would advise this Taoist to turn back."
The Taoist's smile did not diminish in the slightest. He suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Ling Yan. His gaze seemed to penetrate all darkness and mist, directly discerning the human heart. "Miss, are you interested in learning some martial arts skills?"
Ling Yan looked up in surprise. This was the first time she had heard someone ask her this. She looked puzzled but also curious as she asked, "What are martial arts skills?"
The Taoist chuckled and approached Ling Yan, carefully examining her. He seemed to see a special quality in her, one that was difficult to achieve even through years of practice.
"The art of martial arts is about cultivating the body and mind, elevating oneself, and achieving a harmonious coexistence with nature. If the young lady can master it, she will surely excel in the future," said the Taoist in a calm tone, but with an unmistakable certainty in his words.
Ling Yan was moved. She recalled her difficult past, the father who despised her because of her, and all the misfortunes she had experienced. Perhaps, this was a turning point in her life.
"Okay, I agree," Ling Yan finally spoke, her voice carrying a barely perceptible excitement.
The Taoist revealed a satisfied smile, then took out a wooden sword and handed it to Ling Yan. "This is your first weapon. From now on, you will use it to cultivate and improve yourself."
Ling Yan took the wooden sword and felt a warm flow coming from the hilt, spreading throughout her body. She could sense that this was no ordinary wooden sword.
"Young lady, from now on, you will become my disciple."
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