I Entered the Novel as the Girl Who Built a Mountain School

Shen Sui crouched in the mud with a useless ticket in her hand and a headache pounding behind her eyes. The paper had been found in the wrong place, inside a shrine drain by her village stream, and she knew at once that something was wrong with the valley. She could read the lines of stone, water, and wind that fed her home’s strange power. That skill made her the only person who understood why the village kept producing strong fighters. When outside schools came looking for land and children, Shen Sui refused to give them either. She built rules, chose students, and held tight to a personal effects compartment she would not hand over. The people who wanted her gone kept underestimating the ...