by vikramxvpx
When Bai Qian — Iron-Blooded Sect Master, sovereign of the White Jade Peaks, most feared woman in three cultivation territories — needed a husband, she made a calculated choice. No cultivation. No ambition. No threat. A wandering scholar named Wei Tian with a book under his arm and absolutely nothing remarkable about him. It was the safest decision she had ever made. She was wrong in ways she does not yet have the language to describe. Wei Tian reads. He naps. He eats slowly and sleeps well and occasionally fixes things around the sect with a precision that has no reasonable explanation. The disciples find him useless. The elders find him suspicious. The sect's ancient measuring stones find him so impossible that they simply shatter. He files none of this under problems worth addressing. But beneath the lazy scholar who cannot seem to care about anything — there is something ancient and sealed. Something that stepped through a door no one else could open, into a life no one would think to question, beside a woman he has not yet explained why he chose. The cultivation world is coming for the White Jade Sect. Enemies are moving. Alliances are cracking. And Wei Tian is reading a book on the pavilion roof. He has a threshold. No one wants to find out where it is.
