A Chaotic Bunch of Cultivators: I Grind My Way to the Top

[Transmigration + System + Absurd Comedy + Cultivation + Sect + Secret Identity + Beloved by All + Junior Sister] Jian An, an overworked office drone on a 996 schedule, transmigrates into the body of the Jian family’s third daughter, a good-for-nothing at cultivation. Other people transmigrate and become someone important. She transmigrates and is forced to become a dancer from the very start? A thunderous boom rings through the sky, and the System makes a dazzling entrance! The good-for-nothing instantly becomes a genius. Her scumbag fiancé brings people over to force her to break off the engagement? Jian An immediately replies, “There’s an opportunity like that?” Her scumbag father betrays and backstabs her at every turn? Her white-lotus sister makes snide remarks and cries crocodile tears? Jian An goes berserk on the spot, and no one dares mess with her. After she joins a sect, things get even weirder. Everyone thinks she has a useless spirit root, so, when her eldest senior brother teaches her to paint, she whips out Van Gogh. When her second senior brother teaches her sound-based attacks, she maxes out the control effects with “Pure Land.” When her third senior brother teaches her to forge weapons, she pulls out guns and cannons. When her fourth senior brother teaches her formations, she uses the Taiji Eight Trigrams to create all things. When her fifth senior brother teaches her to catch ghosts, she worships the Three Pure Ones, cyberpunk style. The day the secret identities of the junior sister, who excels in every field, are all exposed, her family regrets everything, and even the scumbag who broke off their engagement wants to rekindle things. A certain enchanting man drops his disguise and reveals his secret identity, then kicks them all aside. “You looking to die?” Then, his eyes red, he buries his face in the crook of her neck and murmurs aggrievedly, “An'an, I’m everything you like.” Jian An loops her arms around his neck and gives him a hard kiss. “Old man, cough up some cash and I’m still yours.”