An academic who just wants to graduate transmigrates into a cannon-fodder passerby in some wildly over-the-top cultivation novel.
And the System expects her to win over every NPC.
To stay alive among all these geniuses, Chu Ningyu forces herself to work hard through tears, rising at the crow of the rooster. Then she discovers, by chance, that she has a special constitution, so she secretly cultivates late into the night every day.
Handcrafting nuclear bombs is an everyday task. Snatching the original male lead’s opportunities is instinct. Pills she casually concocts can turn a scrawny weakling into a tough, naturally strong body cultivator who can split mountains and part seas. One strike of her tetanus sword style sends everyone flying without discrimination.
The prodigies of the Seven Great Sects: “What? We were told she had mediocre talent. Why does your talent seem to be nothing like mine?”
She’s the Wuxiang Sect’s notorious grind fanatic, and before she’s even reached the mountaintop, she has all the idle slackers and hopeless romantics on edge.
Why does a nine-hundred-year-old master keep going into seclusion? Why are hundreds of sword cultivators drilling in the middle of the night? Why does the Alchemy Sect blow up its furnaces every day? Why are the spell-cultivators’ dorms full of late-night studying?
Behind it all, is it the distortion of human nature, or the rise of a grind fanatic?
Chu Ningyu lives by the motto that she’d rather work herself to death than let any of you get ahead. With her own strength, she makes the entire cultivation world work itself into the ground! She makes the slackers tremble and the hopeless romantics come to their senses!
Someone asks her: How do you balance life and cultivation?
Chu Ningyu: If you can’t work yourself to death, then work even harder!
The original male lead, a classic chosen one: What the hell are you even grinding for?
Chu Ningyu: There are ten lotus flowers in the pond. I pick one, while you pick nine!
The original male lead, the chosen one (breaking down): Cut the crap!
If Heaven stands in my way, I’ll cleave Heaven. If an immortal blocks my path, I’ll slay the immortal. My way is the way of Heaven.
My fate is mine to command, not the author’s!
Theme: Everything that fails to grind me to death will only make me stronger.
