On the first day after transmigrating, Yan Yanling knocked her head against the plaque in her family's ancestral hall three times. She wasn't grateful for the chance to cultivate immortality. She was asking her ancestors to bless her so she could keep her head down until she ascended naturally.
As a veteran reader of cultivation novels, she understands the rules of survival better than anyone: geniuses die young, secret realms always collapse, and rings you pick up are probably hiding an old ghost ready to possess you. But fate played a cruel joke on her, giving her the Yan family's rarest innate spiritual meridians. Even casual Qi training can trigger a spiritual energy storm spanning a hundred li, and whenever she goes out to buy pills, she runs into a secret-realm rift.
“Little sister, the elders say it's time for you to enter the sect tournament.” When her older sister Yan Yanli walked in with a gold-embossed invitation, she found Yan Yanling, who should have been attempting to form her Golden Core, squatting in the herb garden and pulling up spirit herbs. She was bundling top-grade immortal herbs like weeds, explaining, “I'm stocking up for emergencies. If someone chases me, I can use them as bait.”
The entire cultivation world knows the Yan family's youngest daughter is a peerless talent. Though young, she has already formed her own spiritual fire, and can split mountains and part seas with a wave of her hand.
Only Yan Yanling knows that she practices earth-escape techniques under the covers at night. Her storage pouch is stuffed with substitute puppets and knockout smoke, and her greatest dream is to find a secluded valley rich in spiritual energy, dig out a cave dwelling, and sleep until the end of time.
Then, during a secret-realm expedition, the chosen geniuses of various sects were fighting tooth and nail over a divine artifact. She huddled in a corner pretending to be a rock, only to be swept into the very center by a formation gone out of control. Just as the shockwave was about to tear her apart, the protective spiritual light she instinctively released shaved half a mountain flat.
In the dead silence, Yan Yanling clutched her head and wailed, “Oh no, oh no! Now there's no way I can keep hiding!”
This is not enough