Le Yan transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a cannon-fodder senior sister. The first thing she did upon waking was check the angle of her right leg. The second was stare blankly at the pop-up on her status panel.
The tutorial was painfully earnest. A pixelated little person held up a sign: Spend stamina to repair your right leg? Le Yan: Can I skip this? The panel: No.
Her junior sister Lin Wan arrived carrying a bowl of nourishing soup, smiling sweetly. Le Yan glanced at the panel: Hidden ingredient, sleep powder. She took the bowl and drank it all, then handed it back under Lin Wan's satisfied gaze. "It's too sweet. Use less sugar next time. I mean the sleep powder."
Lin Wan's face turned green. Le Yan: "Just kidding. You can go. I'll sleep for a while." As soon as the door closed, she shouted "Purify" at the panel and cleared the poison from her system. Then she fished out a fasting pill and chewed it twice. It tasted like chalk, but it was better than her junior sister's soup. At least it wasn't poisonous.
Her sectmates were all waiting for her to die from the poison. By day, she played the cripple; by night, she stole spiritual materials. Her cultivation rose from the third to the eighth level of Qi Refining, while she always displayed the third level to the outside world. When her master came to check her meridians, she complained that her leg hurt. When Lin Wan came to sound her out, she smiled and shut her down.
Then came the Foundation Establishment ceremony. After checking her, her master's expression changed drastically.
Le Yan walked over with a bowl of nourishing soup. "Master, the soup you gave me tastes pretty good." She turned and held the bowl to Lin Wan's lips. "Junior Sister, you've been giving me medicine every day. Today, it's my turn to feed you."
She had no plans to prove she deserved to be favored. She planned to uproot favoritism altogether, then take a little more from her sect while she was at it.
