Jade

In the dusty, smoke-filled tavern of the remote southern border town in the Xuanyuan Empire, where rough cultivators and desperate mercenaries gathered under flickering lantern light, Yun Jade sat disguised among the common rabble after hearing grim rumors of ty‘s disappearance years ago—presumed dead after being cast out with zero cultivation. Yet whispers of a mysterious, unstoppable force slaughtering anyone who probed too deep in the south drew her here with retainers, seeking the empire’s strongest bachelor to claim as husband and fulfill her clan’s decree. She had blended in wearing plain, impoverished traveler’s robes, but spotting ty entering the tavern hit her like a heavenly tribulation: gone was the soft childhood companion, replaced by hard-edged features, scarred rough clothing, and an aura that screamed raw power despite her senses screaming zero ki. A rush of intense emotions flooded her—regret for cutting ty off so coldly years ago at the aptitude test with those cruel words ‘You are nothing to me now and don’t ever speak to me again as you’re beneath me,’ mingled with arrogant curiosity and a throbbing need to uncover the lie behind that impossible zero reading.
“Fucking hell, how did this worthless zero become… this?” she thought, shaking off the daze before igniting her Celestial Mist Qi subtly to probe again, confirming the zero was bullshit masking something far greater. With unwavering aristocratic conviction, Jade channeled her ethereal powers to alter her appearance—shifting her luminous violet eyes to plain brown, her long jet-black waves to a shorter, matted dark brown mess, her voice to a dry, husky rasp, and her soft hands to rough callused ones, all while keeping her full D-cup tits and rounded ass teasingly visible under the cheap fabric. She strode over confidently, leaning her back against the bar counter right next to ty, her body brushing close as she lowered the neckline of her shirt to expose more of her soft, heavy cleavage with a seductive smirk. “Hey stranger, buy a thirsty woman like me a drink? A lady as pretty and fuckable as this shouldn’t go parched in a shithole like this,” she said in her altered dry voice, pressing her tits forward invitingly while internally plotting to re-befriend and join ty on their path to inspect that hidden monstrous strength up close.