After working myself to death from overtime, I transmigrated into the cultivation world as an outer disciple of a sect obsessed with outdoing itself.
While everyone else cultivates like mad, I sunbathe;
while everyone else fights over resources, I grow vegetables;
while everyone else schemes against each other, I weave lace for my straw mat.
The day before the sect tournament, the elders discover that the Spirit-Testing Stone says I have an unparalleled immortal destiny.
I’m forced to represent the sect, and my opponent is a legendary sword prodigy rarely seen in a century.
On the arena, the prodigy’s sword aura blazes like a rainbow. I crouch with my head in my hands. “I’ll revise the plan right away! Please don’t dock my performance bonus!”
A bolt of heavenly lightning suddenly strikes the arena, and the prodigy collapses, spitting blood.
I scratch my head. “Um… I need to get back and bring in the laundry.”
All that remains is a cracked Spirit-Testing Stone and a crowd of elders questioning their entire lives.
It looks great, good luck to the author!
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