As a soul from another world, a person forsaken by Heaven and targeted at every turn by the Heavenly Dao, Zhu Ling couldn't understand it for the umpteenth time. Is this really how a lone star of ill fortune is supposed to be treated?!
The only true god in the world is her System!
The cultivation world's greatest legend is her underling!
The new demon-world emperor, born only once every eight hundred years, is the little beggar she raised from childhood!
Huh? What did you say? I'm the whole cultivation world's unattainable dream girl?
Zhu Ling was still reeling from the blast of a furnace, and her hair had once again been burned off. Was that person you were talking about supposed to be her?
So in the end, she's the only one diligently grinding through monsters, working for a living to earn more years of life, right...
Could somebody at least pay her some compensation...
[Cultivation] [A touch of ensemble cast] [Rogue cultivators] [Everyone has a brain] [A battle of wits with the Heavenly Dao]
