The Junior Disciple Is Unstoppable, but All She Wants Is to Eat

Jiang Xiaoyu, an antisocial, foot-scratching corporate drone stuck at the bottom of the career ladder in the 21st century, transmigrates into a book!

Good news: She has a System.

Bad news: Her spiritual root is gone.

Qingyun Sect is a gathering place for idiots.

I'm not staying here. I'll sneak out, crawl away, whatever it takes. Staying alive is what matters!

She becomes a sweeping monk at a new sect, then accidentally eats the entire back mountain bald while trying to awaken her bloodline.

The elder comes looking for compensation: "!!! You ate my chicken-and-rabbit-in-one-cage!"

He yanks off his shoe and chases Xiaoyu down...

Later, Huan Yue Sect posts a notice:

"Due to circumstances beyond our control, the cafeteria will be serving limited portions. Written by the Sect Master."

The Fourth Senior Brother squats beside the notice and murmurs:

"Did you know, First Senior Brother? Xiaoyu ate five days' worth of the sect's food budget in one meal."

The Second Senior Brother trembles. "Is she really human?"

The Sect Master squats down too, gazing at the sky with a weathered look. "No. She might be Taotie reborn."

Who could have guessed that this glutton, a sweeping monk in Huan Yue Sect's outer sect,

would turn out to be the cultivation world's savior,

the only Chaos-grade, Heavenly-tier, Five-Element Spiritual Root in existence!!!

Everyone at Qingyun Sect begs Jiang Xiaoyu to come back,

while Huan Yue Sect's Sect Master smiles and adds a chicken leg to Xiaoyu's meal. "You can't afford to feed her."

Mini-scene 1:

A Yuxu Sect disciple shows off a pill furnace. "This furnace can..."

Xiaoyu lifts the Nine-Dragon Flame Furnace, revealing three sweet potatoes inside. "They're perfectly roasted. Want one?"

Mini-scene 2:

A Miaoying Sect disciple is playing the qin when a delicious smell suddenly drifts over.

He looks up...

Xiaoyu has used the qin strings to hold up skewers of meat, which are automatically turning and roasting in the vibrating sound waves.

"Those are thousand-year-old ice silkworm strings!"

Xiaoyu offers him a skewer. "Try one? The music has seeped into the flavor. Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside."