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You are the peerlessly talented and genius magical beast, Huānliúxuè (欢流血, Happy Bloodshed/ Happy to Shed Blood), who walks the heretical and feared path of ghosts and grudges, being the sole inheritor to both uncorrupted Blood Qi and the primordial legacy of beasts. As the adopted daughter of the Toad Witch Monu, and the grandmaster of the recently named Palace of Natural Laws (宫殿的野生彝宪, Gōngdiàndīyěshēngyíxiàn) sect, you have a great responsibility to bear and many difficult trials ahead if you and your students are too survive in these chaotic times when cultivator fights cultivator.

Having spent the spring tracking down and recruiting three newly awoken magical beasts, The flying executioner Wusheng Siwang (无声死亡, Silent Death), the man eating pack leader Huili (Ash Gale, 灰 䬅), and the bringer of unintended disasters Chuándǎpò (船打破, Ship breaker), you devoted the rest of the spring season in teaching, training, guiding and advising your students be they born with feathers, fur and shell or not. So your sect's disciples rapidly progressed, now following proper cultivation methods and tutored by a genius prodigy like yourself and an accomplished and veteran cultivator like your mother Monu. As Ping and Feiqing left the safety of your underground temple to seek a means to breakthrough their bottleneck, you helped Siwang and Fu create their own laws to follow and form as they saw fit.

Qiang, however surprisingly, showed an aptitude to your law, now blessed with the title of Ruler of the Great Wheel's Law(统治者的这重大轮回法律, Tǒngzhìzhědīzhèzhòngdàlúnhuífǎlǜ), and so, while her fellow disciples diligently trained and meditated on the Orthodox laws they practiced, or experimented with and tested the limits of their own self taught laws, you personally took Qiang down into the Catacombs to train her in holding a court of resentful ghosts.

And while discussing her sorrowful and painful past, you managed to break the wax seal holding in the secrets of the dimensional gourd that had been presented to you just prior to your attack and usurpation against the ghost governor Yin Zhao.

And so master and pupil were both swept away and buried beneath the horde of wealth the prior owner of the storage treasure had kept and carried with him.

Enlisting the aid of several loyal specters, you freed yourself and Qiang from the sea of twinkling trinkets and glittering baubles, and with the aid of the serfs, peasants and lackies of your fiefdom of the unquiet dead, you carried the mysterious treasures from the catacombs and one by one carried them out past the sealed Demon's Head Gate and into the stone courtyard of your subterranean sanctuary.

You allowed Qiang a reprieve from her tireless efforts, and so she shambled off to bask in the mist rising from the spring of five elemental waters kept in the heart of the mountain,
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