Cultivating Immortality in the Apocalypse, but I'm a Max-Level Fairy

The apocalypse arrives, and zombies run rampant. Yun Zhi, an immortal who has been in seclusion for two thousand years, wakes up.

Looking at the “live-action survival show” before her, she scratches her head. “All right, let’s call it a new version.”

While others fight for a piece of bread, she practices fasting. While others scream for their lives as zombies chase them, she finds them noisy and says “Freeze,” silencing the entire street. Merit +1. Nice.

She just wants to take it easy, wander through the ruins, try some expired soda, and find herself a big cat to ride. But people keep showing up in front of her

A warrior on the verge of losing his whole squad begs her for help. She hands him a bag of snacks. “Payment.” A stubborn doctor questions her pills, so she turns around and cures a whole crowd. “If you’re bad at it, practice more.” And that clueless demonic cultivator dares to show off his corpse-controlling technique in front of her? Yun Zhi smiles. “I was playing around with this before your grandmaster’s ashes had even been scattered.”

As more and more people are saved, they all gaze at her with sparkling eyes. Yun Zhi sighs and points casually. “The feng shui’s good over there. We’ll settle down there from now on.”

So while other survivors are still struggling to stay alive, Yun Zhi’s “Peach Blossom Paradise” has already built buildings with immortal magic and planted fields with spiritual rain. The whole thing has gone completely off the rails…

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