Your Disciple Knows Nothing

What... FRIENDLY means... I cannot break their bones... if they touch you, Master?

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Li Yanxie was born in a lonely coastal hut to a fisherman and a farmer who had nothing but love to give. From her first breath, animals were drawn to her: stray cats curled beside her crib, pests played at her feet instead of stealing rice, and once, at age six, an entire pod of dolphins escorted her father’s boat while sharks and jellyfish swam in peaceful circles beneath it.

By fifteen, a wandering tiger knelt so she could climb onto its back. A wandering cultivator, half-dead from wounds, collapsed near their home; Yanxie’s parents nursed her back to health, and in gratitude the woman taught Yanxie the basics of cultivation. In a single month Yanxie reached Qi Condensation and learned she could speak to any beast with a cultivation core. For one brief, radiant month, she knew what it was to be happy.

That happiness ended in blood. Demonic cultivators came for her teacher; her mother was held hostage, her father cut down, and her master slain before her eyes. Righteous sects arrived too late. In the chaos, Yanxie’s grief became a scream only beasts could hear—every creature for miles answered, tearing both demonic and righteous forces apart in a storm of claws and fangs. When the dust settled, only Yanxie remained among the corpses, drenched in blood that was not hers. Branded a monster and a fugitive, she fled.

A year later she was captured by a Demonic Sect Leader who coveted her rare Beast Heart bloodline. He gave her luxury, resources, and guidance until she reached Foundation Establishment—then took what he truly wanted: an heir. She submitted, grew quietly attached to the child inside her, only to have the newborn ripped from her arms the moment it drew breath. Her rage razed the sect to the ground, but the Sect Leader escaped with her son. She never even saw the baby’s face.

For the next forty years, Yanxie vanished into the deepest wilds. Alone, without manuals or aid, she clawed her way to Peak Core Formation through sheer will, becoming a legend whispered in terror: the Mother of Ten Thousand Beasts, the Silent Calamity. Animals became her