On the Day My Engagement Was Broken, I Found Ten Thousand Acres of Fertile Land in My Mindscape

The day I was transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the vicious supporting woman who envied the heroine, ten thousand mu of fertile land suddenly appeared in my sea of consciousness.

The original owner went mad for love. I picked up a hoe and started growing spirit rice in the immortal estate’s secret realm.

While the heroine competed for the hero’s love, I farmed;

while the other supporting women schemed against one another, I farmed;

at the sect tournament, everyone else brought magical treasures, so I scattered a handful of chili powder and left every opponent coughing and crying.

Later, the Demon Venerable broke free from his seal, plunging the cultivation world into chaos. Everyone thought they were doomed.

I silently pulled a million tons of spirit rice out of my space. “Um... would anyone like something to eat first?”

The Demon Venerable stared at the fragrant spirit rice in my pot, confusion appearing in his cold eyes for the first time.

The scent of incense in the mourning hall mingled with faint sobs and crept into Lin Wanyue’s nostrils.

She knelt on a cold cushion, dressed in white mourning clothes. Her head throbbed as if she’d been struck by a heavy hammer, while countless fragments of memories that weren’t hers surged through her mind. This was Qingyun Sect. She was Lin Wanyue, an outer-sect disciple, and hopelessly in love with her senior brother, Shen Wuchen. Just yesterday, Shen Wuchen had publicly declared his admiration for Bai Wei, a prodigy of the inner sect. Jealous and resentful, the original owner had made a scene and clung to Bai Wei on the martial arts platform as she passed by, then lost her footing and fell. Her temple still ached faintly.

The looks around her were mixed with contempt and pity, like countless tiny needles pricking her until she felt ill at ease. Most of all, there was the tall figure in white before her: Shen Wuchen. He hadn’t even turned around to spare her a glance, as if she were nothing but an irritating speck of dust.

“Jealous, delusional, and completely out of your depth.”