Su Wan was born into the cultivation world and spent nineteen years there. She'd planned to make her mark, but only figured out one thing: she was a good-for-nothing who preferred to do nothing.
With a crow's tongue that made everything she said come true, she still managed to reign supreme on Penglai Immortal Island.
The once-in-a-century Immortal Sects' Assembly was about to begin, and young prodigies from every corner were eager to compete.
Lin Zhaoye, the senior disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, had made his name in the cultivation world at seventeen by using a single sword to break ten thousand techniques.
Shen Huaijin, the junior disciple of the Wonderful Sound Pavilion, could entrance thousands of young women with his pipa.
Wu Shengnan, the second senior sister of the Divine Will Sect, had forged a spiritual sword on par with an immortal weapon, despite being a woman.
Yet among the gathered geniuses, one oddball stood out like a sore thumb: Su Wan.
What had gone wrong in a cultivation world where no one had ascended for ten thousand years?
How could an overlooked diviner predict the affairs of Heaven and Earth? Was she the Heavenly Dao's own darling?
As everyone gaped in shock, Su Wan muttered under her breath, "Honestly, all I wanted at first was to earn a few spirit stones. Do you believe me?"
The assembled geniuses collapsed, spitting blood.
It's quite good-looking. The male protagonist should be the young city lord, right?
This is not a world where the jungle is strong, you follow the law