Everyone says “like father, like son”, but Gu Fuyou has mediocre talent. So mediocre that when people see her, they mock her, wondering how Gu Wanpeng could have such a daughter. She was so ordinary until she was accepted into the Xuan Miao Sect, with some suspecting that Gu Wanpeng pulled strings for her behind the scenes. During a beast-taming class, the master was teaching disciples how to summon spirit beasts. Someone, trying to mock her, chuckled, “I’ve heard your father’s golden spirit bird can attain the nascent soul stage. Like father, like daughter, right? I bet the spirit beast you summon will be equally impressive.” She started the summoning formation, but there was no movement for a long time. Everyone laughed, “She can’t even summon the lowest-level young beast.” This was beyond mediocrity; it was downright useless. Suddenly, the formation emitted a blinding light, and fog covered the ground. Everyone gasped in surprise. She summoned something, not a bird or beast, but a living person. This person was the unparalleled genius of Xuan Miao Sect. Even she didn’t expect it, and the summoned person looked equally bewildered. In a sudden impulse, she used her ring finger’s blood to mark the person’s forehead and named her ‘Nanzhu Jun’. The master intervened, shouting, “Stop, she’s your senior sister!” But it was too late; they had already formed a pact.