A Modern Girl in a Spirit Clan

Yiran was getting laughed at again when the bamboo cylinder in her hand gave off a low hum. The clan had already judged her root as useless, so she kept her face still, kept sweeping the beast yard, and kept one hand over the hidden bell that had been handed to her instead of repayment. Then the strange words appeared in her sight, and every step she took seemed to open a new way to grow stronger. She was poor, tired, and very alone, but she was also the only person left who could carry the old path her dead line had guarded. Rumors about her lost master kept changing, and each rumor made that woman seem like a savior, a traitor, or both. Yiran had to choose who to believe while the flute un...