After I Lie Flat, My Aloof Master Turns Dark

After dying suddenly from overwork, office drone Ling Wantang was transported into a wish-fulfillment novel aimed at male readers, as a beautiful cannon-fodder character who wouldn't survive three chapters. With a death script that had her about to be harvested by the male lead and framed by the female supporting character, she hurriedly bound herself to the [Myriad Realms Lie-Flat-and-Win System]. As long as she lay flat and acted like a lazy fish, she could live as long as the heavens! The sect selection? She napped in a corner, ranking dead last in spiritual power. The cultivation rat race? She secretly cooked spirit soup, and its aroma set off a spiritual energy frenzy. The competition exam? She rolled over and fell off the arena, conveniently knocking out the favorite to win. The disciples sneered: “A good-for-nothing who landed a rich patron thinks she deserves to be Immortal Venerable Yunji's first disciple?” But she had no idea... She grasped ancient runes while dozing, Tamed the mountain-guarding immortal crane while sleepwalking, And the piece of junk she picked up on a whim turned out to be a divine artifact formation disk! More frightening still, her master, who had been forced to take her as a disciple out of obligation and was notoriously strict, was looking at her with increasingly dangerous eyes: When she refused to get out of bed, he silently raised the concentration of spiritual energy in his cave abode to help her sleep; When she sneaked snacks out of greed, he personally scoured the Three Realms for spirit fruit; When she was falsely accused, he crushed her enemies with a wave of his sleeve, blood surging in his eyes: “My disciple, what has she done wrong?” Until one day, drunk, Ling Wantang clung to her master and complained: “The System keeps punishing me with electric shocks... It keeps forcing me to work hard...” Yunji brushed the invisible red marks left by the current from her wrist, and the thousand-year-old ice in his eyes cracked inch by inch. Later, the entire cultivation world went mad: Why had that lazy little junior sister won a top-grade spirit vein by doing nothing? Why was the Demon Venerable begging her to pat his head? Why were divine beasts lining up to bring her spirit herbs? And... why had Immortal Venerable Yunji, who once cut down all eight directions with a single sword, locked his little disciple away on the summit of the clouds, twining her hair around his fingers as he coaxed her again and again: “As long as Tangtang...”