My Mother-in-Law Is Making My Wife Play Video Games Again

Spiritual qi revival. Invaders from other races. For the sixth time, Lin Xiaoman is dead! The Void Legacy's passive talent has been triggered. Please leave your last words: Lin Xiaoman: Let spiritual qi revival speed up, slow down the invasion, and make all nine Void talents mine! And one more thing! I don't want to die the seventh time, okay? Her wishes begin coming true, one by one While everyone else risks their lives to level up, she leisurely cooks, with powerful allies backing her up! While everyone else grinds and spends a fortune, she casually tends the fields, with powerful allies backing her up! While everyone else fights tooth and nail for a piece of equipment, she just finds legendary gear bundles lying around as she walks. Guided by the ultimate motto, "Build high walls, stockpile grain, and claim the throne later. Keep it coming!" she joins the poorest sect in the cultivation world, the Xuantian Sect, alongside her peculiar "Daddies' Grief Alliance." Just how poor is the sect? They pawned off the mountain gate long ago and even sold the dining table. The dozen or so masters and disciples have to scrape by on six roasted sweet potatoes. Their enemies jeer: This is it? And you think you can cultivate immortality? Lin Xiaoman lowers her head and smiles... No money? She doesn't fight or compete, and in come billions of spirit stones. No resources? She openly snatches what she wants and secretly clears out the rest! No status? She raises her palm. Anyone have a problem? One day, she becomes the powerful ally herself. "Fu Jinli, I want us to sleep in separate rooms!" Fu Jinli: "Fine." Lin Xiaoman: "Why won't that door in the wall behave?" While her former enemies are still struggling at the bottom, caught in a rat race, Lin Xiaoman's sect has achieved its ultimate goals: spirit stones in abundance, pills for everyone, and divine artifacts available wholesale. When the invaders arrive, she fires up the stove: The apocalypse is here, so settle scores and eat your fill! One pot knocks one down, one word lures in a whole group. Dumplings are ready! The Void talents come knocking on their own, and she looks down on them? No problem! She'll butcher them at once. Guaranteed dead! The seventh time, she couldn't even manage to get herself killed...