Driven by external pressure, Meng Yutong gradually reined in her desire to lie flat like a salted fish.
To be honest, over these seven hundred-plus years, her journey had been easy if you called it easy, and hard if you called it hard.
After leaving the Meng Clan, for the first few decades, she had still had to hide everywhere to avoid being captured and dragged back by the Meng Clan's people.
Otherwise, she would have been sacrificed to the cauldron in the blink of an eye!
After finally escaping the Meng Clan's sphere of control, in Western Continent, a comparatively stable territory, she still had to cultivate, right?
Cultivation required resources, right?!
With her talent, she could have casually found a second-rate or third-rate sect and become a disciple, but she was afraid her special constitution would draw attention.
After all, back then, she could not even be considered a Golden Core Realm cultivator.
If she had gone to some improper sect, what if she had been a sheep entering the tiger's den?
So she could only stumble and claw her way around on her own, joining the fun wherever she heard there was a mystic realm or an opportunity. If she was lucky, she could even pick over a battlefield a Golden Core powerhouse had slaughtered through but had not had time to clean up.
Later, because of some accident, she became acquainted with the current Ling Fei.
Then she met Mu Li, and had not expected that Mu Li had also run out from her clan.
The two of them thought about founding a sect together, but Mu Li cultivated the yin-yang Joyful Union Dao. As time went on, their opinions diverged, and they parted ways.
She had already told Big Senior and the others about these