While Everyone Else Cultivates Immortality, the Junior Sister Raises Ghosts

Shen He was once again tossed through a transmigration portal by her heartless master, becoming the pitiful character in a book whose only purpose was to help the heroine gain experience.

A metaphysics grandmaster had become a pitiful Qi Refining cultivator in the world of cultivation. Shen He immediately slung a coffin over her shoulder and left. If this place has no room for me, there’s always somewhere else that does.

Wait!

They were all among the Five Great Sects, so why was her new sect so dirt poor?

It had nothing she needed, and there were only ten disciples, including her, barely enough to count on both hands. They had to cheat, swindle, and rob for cultivation resources... Uh, this fit Shen He’s theory of karma perfectly.

On a dark and windy night, her nine senior brothers and sisters neither rested nor practiced. Instead, they watched their newly arrived junior sister dig pits and bury bodies, occasionally snatching some treasures along the way. They handled the cleanup.

“As expected of the personal disciple I chose. Her style is a perfect match for our Xuantian Sect!”

The nine personal disciples’ mouths twitched. They wanted to ask: Master, are you sure it’s not because you’ve been poor for too long that you think our junior sister is right to kill people and rob their treasures? Then why do we get punished when we do it? Please explain!

The viewers in the livestream stared wide-eyed as Shen He carried her little shovel and dug another grave. Her cultivation kept shooting upward. It was downright mystical.

“Digging and digging in that great big forest, digging a great big pit to bury the bastard! Endless spirit stones, treasures galore, this fairy depends on them to cultivate!”