[No CP] [Cultivation] [Plot-Driven] [Light Ensemble Cast, with Some Silly Humor]
[Plot, Leveling Up, Farming, and Infrastructure Building]
Lin Qian transmigrates into the world of a game, only to land right in the middle of a sect-wide massacre!
The System’s very first mission is to save the sect.
The good news: she inherited her account’s resources and cultivation.
The bad news: the account she was logged into when she transmigrated was her alt.
Facing a Nascent Soul monster, Lin Qian assumes she’s inherited her invincible main account. Wearing top-tier Husky armor, she isn’t the least bit afraid.
Come on, her main account’s cultivation is more than enough to make her his great-great-grandmaster.
So Lin Qian immediately decides to unleash something huge on the old monster!
But just as she’s halfway through gathering her spell, she realizes she’s the huge thing!
What?!
Where’s my ridiculously overpowered cheat?!
Why did I inherit my own alt, with its measly third level of Qi Refining?
A third-level Qi Refining cultivator against a late-stage Nascent Soul? Even surviving is a coin toss. How am I supposed to save the sect?!
At long last, Lin Qian survives the sect’s near-annihilation, and the System follows up with a mission: join the Yuling Sect and make it bigger and stronger!
Lin Qian: ?
Is this something a weakling at the third level of Qi Refining can actually do?
And why do these missions multiply like baby rabbits the more I complete?
She has to find the parents who abandoned her eldest senior brother and left him to fend for himself.
She has to help her third senior brother, who’s already on the sect’s roster, return to the sect.
She has to cure her fourth senior sister, who isn’t even sick.
And then...
The more Lin Qian does, the closer she gets to a breakdown. There’s no end to these missions!
Can any normal person actually finish all this?
Forget it. I’m tired. Let it all burn.
I was worked like a beast of burden in my last life. Do I have to do it again in this one?
Whoever wants to do it can do it.
System: Dad! My beloved Dad! My own dear father! Please, I’m begging you!
Does anyone get it, folks? What kind of impossible-to-please Host have I been bound to? Aaaaaah!
