Introduction: Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high~A mysterious energy surrounds the lands, and people die~Reach Mountains. Home of three sects, consolidated into one, going by the name Roaring Wave Sect. A sect was a place where martial artists that cultivated special abilities—harnessing their Qi—could learn a specific discipline of both martial arts and cultivation.Cultivation was what martial artists grew within them, absorbing it from their external environments and growing, purifying, and refining their inner energies to become more powerful. Cultivation was good for many things, from growing stronger in health and aging slower to throwing around massive waves of fire and leveling mountains.Reach Mountains was on the outer edge of the Empire, led by the strongest martial artist around, the Emperor Lavender de Rosei Dramen, with the surname first and the given name last. The Lavender de Rosei family had been a powerful clan—or large extended family—for quite some time.That they took control of the lands with their power was a given, as in the Murim world—or the world of martial artists and cultivators—it was only a given that the weak were stepped on by the strong. The strong and long-lived immortal cultivators expected the weak and fragile mortal civilians to be grateful that they would be used as a stepping stone to the cultivators’ growth.Mortals, in the cultivators’ gaze, did not usually have rights to breathe in their presence, let alone be left in peace. It was thus normal for individuals with talent or great looks to be taken off the streets and from their homes to become cultivators—though usually with a great deal of gold being given to their grateful and happy-for-them families.The Murim realm—a higher realm than the Earthian and Qi-restricted realm—was always embroiled in wars, battles of fate, and other such things, and thus was still stuck without modern technology, all of the weak geniuses exploited and tossed away, and the strong hoarding their information with excessive greed, some taking world-changing information to their graves.It did not take long for the Earthian realm to outclass the Murim realm, however long Earth remained Qi-starved. Thus was the setting of this grand and noble tale, full of… not much of anything, really.You see, the Lesser Realm had grown too logical for what was mainly an emotionally driven Higher Realm—not to be confused with the Heavenly Realm, or the Spiritual Realm. So it was quite easy for an apathetic and usually logical individual to dismiss any emotion-based arguments made against them quite quickly.Or so it had seemed. This world was one of cultivation, where one could ascend to godhood. It was extremely violent, and everyone was scheming.Thus starts the story of Undine—or rather, me. My story.Content warning: In a world of cultivation, all bad things happen. The way I write (my unedited and uncared for stories, anyway) is through settings, characters, and character development, as well as setting up a few events that come to pass regardless of the main character's involvement. This means that the story could contain every single horrible thing written in gruesome detail, or be as fluffy and cute as a kitten relaxing among the clouds. Read at your own risk.if you like cultivation stories that are drama-driven instead of action-driven and like reading pictures, I would really recommend "Cheating Men Must Die". The title is a gross mistranslation of "Rising Phoenix Above Evil", and it really scratches that Chinese drama and face-slapping itch I get that the stories on here never focus on. It's like "S-ranked Suicide Hunter" in that it has a system and touches on a lot of interesting genres, not just wuxia.Did you know that wuxia is pronounced similar to "woosha"? And xianxia must be something like "shianshia". That doesn't change the fact that I still call it wucks-E-uh and zan-zhi (G)-uh though. I'm too English for that lmao.Somewhere, there be dragons. Be careful out there....