Cultivation Is Too Grueling, So I Dream My Way to Sainthood

I transmigrated into a high-martial world where everyone works themselves to the bone, but all I want is to lie flat. They have no idea that the better I sleep, the faster my cultivation skyrockets! I casually toss a chicken drumstick, and the sweet, innocent Saintess thinks I’m giving her pointers? I run for my life, and the ice-cold female assassin thinks it’s all part of my plan? Please, stop reading so much into everything! I’m no reclusive master. I’m just a good-for-nothing who wants to sleep!