Ling Qian, an overworked office drone, transmigrates to the cultivation world. The good news: she made it to the cultivation world. The bad news: without so much as a spiritual stone or a golden finger, she's about to starve to death.
A mad cultivator points to the sky and laughs: “I wield a sword that can cleave the heavens.”
(The heroine is selfish and self-serving, with no saintly tendencies. She puts herself first in everything. No romance, just a single-minded focus on cultivation.) She's something of a lone wolf. On the path to the Great Dao, she walks her own road to immortality, with the whole world before her. (Anything unreasonable in this story is a deliberate authorial invention.) In the cultivation world, strength is everything!!!
