I Am the Mortal Who Slays Immortals

“Hey, little one, what interesting things have happened in the Spirit Qi Universe lately?”

At the heart of a sea where countless wondrous flowers bloomed, there stood a lofty immortal stone, rising several meters high.

A young girl, eleven or twelve years old, sat upon it. She was dressed in a pristine ancient-patterned white fairy dress, her beauty pure and otherworldly. Her tender, fair face still held the innocence of youth—she seemed like a spirit blossom just beginning to bloom in the realms of immortals.

Her eyes were striking, limpid and bright, as if filled with spiritual brilliance. She sat quietly atop the immortal stone, gazing up at the sky.

Her delicate, dust-free feet, bare of any covering, swung gently before the stone wreathed in radiant mists, paddling the air as if she were rowing a small boat.

As she idly swung her feet, the myriad blossoms around her swayed gracefully in the breeze.

“Could it be… you’ve fallen asleep again?”

The lively girl arched her fine brows in suspicion and slowly brought her hand closer.

Nestled in her rosy, petite palm lay a wondrous little sprout, no taller than a few grains of millet, easily fitting within her hand. Its leaves were fresh and lustrous, shimmering with gentle spiritual light.

She blinked twice.

The little grass slumped over, limbs sprawled in every direction, its sleeping posture exuding contentment. At the tip of one leaf, a crystalline bubble of snot swelled and shrank in the sunlight.

“Wake up, little one.”

Unable to suppress a smile, th