Caught in the Immortal Sect's Rat Race? I Choose to Lie Flat

While everyone else trains ten shichen a day until they cough up blood, Lin Xiacha lies flat for three shichen and watches her spiritual energy surge. The spiritual veins she sleeps on automatically send energy flowing her way, the old yellow dog she raised chases the grind-obsessed cultivators until they cry for their mothers, and even roasted sweet potatoes can blow their magical artifacts to pieces!

Zhao Kui mocks her, saying she’s “worse than a dog”? The old yellow dog immediately bites his “Grind King Medal” to shreds. The dog’s spiritual energy goes haywire, but it ends up becoming her personal bodyguard.

Elder Li waves the “Code of Cultivation” at her and demands she make up her training? She tosses out her System panel: “You train for ten shichen and get a 15% conversion rate. I train for three and get 80%. Even the Heavenly Dao thinks you’re inefficient.” The Code instantly gets damp, its words blurring.

Qin Li activates the “Ten Thousand Scrolls Demon-Slaying Formation” to sacrifice ordinary people alive? She stuffs a lump of sweet potato into the formation’s core. The formation immediately backfires, the black pill explodes with the resentment of the whole clan, and a swarm of insects devours the grind-obsessed cultivators until they’re full of holes.

Her most devastating act of slacking off is using a Grind King token as a pillow until it shatters, setting up a hammock over the spiritual vein of the Profound Heaven Sect until the vein’s eye automatically spews spiritual energy, and even getting the Heavenly Dao on her side: tribulation lightning steers clear of her, and ashes from burnt paper spell out, “Slacking off is the Heavenly Dao.”

When the grind-obsessed cultivators of the interstellar world send her a challenge, Lin Xiacha burns the letter. The sweet potato ashes turn into an anti-grind declaration: “Just you wait. This sweet potato is going straight for your dog heads.”