The Cultivation World's Therapist: Please Stop Pretending, Boss

Psychologist Yan Xi has transmigrated.

Her new job is to counsel a group of eccentric cultivation bigwigs.

Ding! You have a new visitor: [Sect’s Number One Prodigy, Zhou Yan]

[Request]: On the verge of self-destructing from a heart demon. Please offer guidance.

[Yan Xi’s solution]: “Don’t get worked up. Let’s talk about it.”

[What the bigwig imagines]: One sentence, and she subdues the heart demon! She must be a hidden Dao Ancestor, wandering incognito through the mortal world!

Ding! Your appointment, [Xuantian Sect Leader, Xuan Qingzi], is here.

[Request]: Stuck at a bottleneck for a hundred years, with no hope of advancing on the path. Severe career burnout.

[Yan Xi’s solution]: “I suggest you plant some flowers and watch the sunrise.”

[What the bigwig imagines]: Returning to simplicity! Seeking the true meaning of the Great Dao in the mundane world! I can’t begin to fathom Master’s realm!

When she treats the Sword Venerable’s PTSD with sandplay therapy, they think she is “unfolding three thousand worlds within a mustard seed.”

When she brings out an inkblot test, they mistake it for “a heavenly diagram that points straight to the source.”

Yan Xi is at her wits’ end.

Looking at the bigwigs before her, all crying and begging to become her disciples, even fighting over “who is Master’s most cherished pupil,” she just wants to hug her weak, pitiful, helpless mortal self.

“I really am just a psychologist!”

[System warning: If you reveal that you’re mortal, how do you think these ‘patients’ will kill you when they find out they’ve been fooled?]

Yan Xi: “...Fine, I’ll come clean. I’m the Dao Ancestor.”