I Lead My Sect in Beating Up the Cultivation World

(Transmigrating with her brother to cultivate immortality, with hilarious sect cultivation classes)

The scalpel slipped from my fingertips, the surgical lights went out, and I became a deadpan professor in the cultivation world.

The plaque above the sect’s main hall was hanging by a thread. A white-haired old man was curled up beneath the offering table, staring at me with longing. “Young friend, leave the tribute behind!”

Flipping through the dust-covered Nine Revolutions Pill Manual, I frowned. “The spiritual energy pathways are poorly designed. A classic case of intestinal obstruction.”

My brother clutched the pill furnace and trembled. “Sis, can we really use this thing to make hot pot?”

When I turned the pill recipes into multiple-choice questions, my master wailed, “Did I take on a disciple, or invite an ancestor into my home?”

Monthly tests, midterms, final exams… Looking at the line of demons and monsters queuing outside the mountain gate to study, I silently opened my anatomy notes.