Bound to the Lottery System, the Frail Beauty Goes on a Rampage

[Cultivation + absurd comedy + System + underdog comeback + feel-good power fantasy] Ye Ting used to think that winning five hundred million in the lottery and then dying suddenly was the worst thing that could happen in life. Then she transmigrated to the world of cultivation and got bound to the [Cultivation Lottery System]. With an empty spiritual root (SSS-tier disaster) and a frail, broken body, she was at hellish difficulty from the start. A disastrous start! Her handsome master, paralyzed in both legs and left with only one functioning sense. Her gentle eldest senior sister, whose Nascent Soul was shattered and immortal prospects destroyed. Her second senior brother, whose cultivation technique backfired, with silver silk covering his eyes. Her third senior brother, an unparalleled talent with a false spiritual root, withdrawn and reclusive. Her prickly fourth senior brother, with a flawless sword heart and an unusual bloodline. And her, too weak to even look after herself. Lingyun Peak was practically a whole camp for the sick and disabled. Faced with the System’s teasing: “Lingyun Peak offers a twenty-percent discount on corpse disposal~” All she wanted was to run. Then a powerful enemy attacked, and with disaster moments away… Eldest Senior Sister Su He stroked her head and gently reassured her, “Little junior sister, I’m here in this world. No one will hurt you… I’ll fight heaven itself with this mortal body.” Second Senior Brother Mo Ling: “Little junior sister… The stars’ paths are in my hands now. Heaven may want you dead, but I refuse. Your life is yours to decide…” Years later, a bloody rain poured before the Heaven-Reaching Stairway. The woman in green held a tattered umbrella. Her qin strings were all broken, and the emerald bamboo in her arms was soaked with her senior siblings’ blood. “Look closely.” She tore away the so-called truth, five shattered figures appearing behind her. “These keepsakes covering me are my path to ascension. With this heart, I’ll prove that my way is not walked alone!” They taught her how to wield a sword, but no one told her that its hilt had long been engraved with elegies.