Reborn, I Made Rice Porridge and Raised My Saber

Fu Lian woke up with blood on her tongue and the memory of her own death. She had once walked the dark path, and she remembered every school she ruined before the righteous alliance cut her down. Now she was back in a younger body, before the first choice that would start it all. That was terrifying enough. What made it worse was the shame she still carried, because she knew why she had chosen ruin before. She also knew she was the last survivor of her fallen school, the only one who still remembered its methods and its grudges. When she hid a cracked sect token under a loose floor tile, she was not saving treasure. She was saving proof that she still had a name. Her embroidered gifts carrie...