A Master of the Mystical Arts Travels Back to the 1960S, Where a Stoic Officer Dotes on Her

When other people transmigrate or transmigrate into a book, they become the doted-on daughter of some production team leader, a pretty, educated girl, or a military wife whose husband does all the housework. But she ends up as a Daoist practitioner. Under normal circumstances, she’d be so thrilled to become a Daoist practitioner that she’d go crazy. But this is a time when feudal superstition is being harshly suppressed. One wrong move and she could be paraded through the streets. And the most important thing is, anyone who’s learned this stuff knows just how hard it is! She’d just finished preparing for the graduate school entrance exams and finally gotten in, and now she had to start studying all over again. But with the Daoist manual in her hands, written like classical Chinese, and the entire village looking at her with reverence, what else could she do? Study! Once she mastered it, she’d be a big shot. It was only studying, after all. She’d already survived graduate school entrance exams. Was she really going to be scared of a little cultivation technique? But she didn’t realize how hard it would be until she started. Fortunately, it was useful, too. In an era like this, she could help more people who needed it, and she even found a wonderful love along the way. This synopsis is just a guide. For the real story, read the novel.