The Cultivation World Fears My Meltdowns

Other people cultivate immortality by meditating. I cultivate by going off the rails.

My master punishes me by making me face the wall, so I sing “Love’s Transaction” at it: “You were the one who wanted to split up~ So let’s split up~”

My fellow disciples steal my opportunities, so I flop to the ground and throw a tantrum: “Boohoo, you’re bullying me! I’m telling the sect leader you secretly wet the bed!”

The Demon Venerable comes knocking, so I charge at him with a kitchen knife: “Bring it on! Let’s hurt each other! My life’s worthless anyway. Touch me and I’ll die right on your doorstep!”

The whole cultivation world says: That junior sister is beyond saving. Don’t provoke her, or she’ll cling to your family grave and cry for three days and nights.

Only the Demon Venerable, eyes red, pulls me into his arms and pins me there. “Stop messing around. If you go any crazier... I’ll lock you up and let you go off the rails for me alone.”