She stewed the entire cultivation world in an iron pot.
Shen Ying transmigrates into a cultivation novel as a cannon-fodder furnace destined to be used for cultivation. With damaged spiritual roots, she's an easy target for everyone.
Her sect offers her as a sacrifice, the righteous factions use her as a pawn, and the Demon Lord sees her as an ingredient for medicine.
She sighs and quietly pulls out her family's heirloom iron pot.
Alchemy? Others use pill cauldrons; she stews everything in an iron pot.
Crafting artifacts? Others use earthfire; she stir-fries everything in an iron pot.
Forming arrays? Others use array flags; she traps everything beneath her iron pot.
Then, at the Immortal Sect Tournament, she knocks the greatest sword master in the cultivation world flat with a single pot.
In the deathly silence, she slowly raises her hand. "...I said the pot swung first. Do you believe me?"
Later, calamity strikes the Three Realms, and the Demon Lord awakens.
Those who once abandoned, bullied, and betrayed her all kneel and beg for the Goddess to return.
Shen Ying sits beside her pot, piled high with spiritual materials, and props her chin on her hand in dismay. "Save the world? But my pot only stews meat, not karma."
