Mingxi transmigrates into a background character in a cultivation novel and resolves to keep a low profile and stay alive.
She never expects the original story’s male and female leads to cause trouble every day, repeatedly and accidentally triggering the safeguards she left behind at critical moments
The spirit herbs she planted on a whim cure a plague, the formation she wrote out of boredom traps the Demon Lord, and the cultivation method she taught a little beggar becomes the key to saving the world.
When the Heavenly Dao finally sends down a golden light to raise me to immortality, I cower in a corner, clutching my head and wailing, “Don’t look at me! I’m just socially anxious!”
On the Ninth Heaven, the immortals pore over the Handbook for Building a Socialist Immortal Realm, deep in thought. “My lord, what kind of supreme technique is this ‘distribution according to need’?”
