Powerful wulin sects had given up their entire family fortune just to earn a meeting with Murong Xianxian.0

Promising geniuses had fought each other to the death just to earn her smile.0

Famous clans had clashed against one another just to make her happy.0

Aristocratic families had given up entire treasure hoards just to earn her favor…0

Still, if beauty was all Murong Xianxian possessed, then she wouldn’t be famous even eight hundred years later. Blessed with extraordinary talent and an eidetic memory, she was adept in countless martial arts, methods and essentials. There wasn’t a single art in the world—music, go, literature, painting—she hadn’t grasped; no annals of history or philosophy she wasn’t familiar with. She was literally the embodiment of perfection; the closest human there was to being divine at the time.0

Naturally, the Murong Clan exploited her fame to recruit countless warriors and grow their strength tremendously. It didn’t take long before they earned the title of the greatest wulin...0