Ling Yao, the cultivation world’s greatest battle goddess, has worked overtime for ten thousand years. At last, the Heavenly Dao lays her off.
When she opens her eyes, she’s become an obscure disciple in a small sect in the lower realm.
Perfect. A remote mountain, a rundown courtyard, and nobody paying her any attention. The ideal retirement package.
She turns the soil, plants vegetables, and simmers soup, ready to spend the rest of her days sunbathing and petting cats.
But on the very first day
Her senior brother rushes over, heartbroken. “Junior sister, how can you give up on yourself?”
Her junior sister passes by with a look of disgust. “A cultivator farming? Really?”
The black cat she picked up by the roadside crouches on the wall, staring at her with golden eyes as though it’s plotting something.
Ling Yao looks at the rusty hoe in her hand, then at the wild vegetable soup bubbling in the pot, and gets the picture. This retirement might not be so peaceful after all.
Still, she’ll take it one day at a time.
