Spoiled in the Apocalypse: The Big Shot Can't Stop Clinging to Me

Shen Ling was a ginseng spirit who had cultivated for a thousand years, a relentless overachiever who had nearly managed to become an immortal. Then a rift dumped her into a zombie-infested apocalypse.

Spiritual energy was scarce here, and miasma filled the air. The ginseng big shot was desperate, until she spotted a man nearly swallowed by the tide of corpses.

He was covered in blood, yet his eyes shone so brightly that the golden radiance of his soul made her thousand-year-old Daoist heart tremble three times.

A top-quality find! A walking source of nourishing golden light!

With a sweep of her sleeve, she cleared the area, hopped over zombie heads, and landed in front of him, eyes shining.

"Are you looking for a girlfriend? I can be sweet or sassy, fight or heal, have my own pocket dimension, and I'll never log off!"

Lu Ting, who had just escaped death, and his four battered comrades behind him all stared in bewilderment.

...The apocalypse comes with perks like this?

Later, everyone at Dragon Shield Base knew that the strongest war god, Lu Ting, had a mysterious new teammate who was both beautiful and badass.

She was lazy and carefree, yet with a wave of her hand, she could make all things grow and restore the dead to life.

Her pocket dimension was as vast as the sea, keeping the team supplied with everything they needed. They lived even better than before the apocalypse.

She was always lazily dismissive toward outsiders, but once she turned around, she would cling to Captain Lu, her voice so sweet it could drip with honey.

"Brother Ting, I'm tired. I want a hug."

"Brother Ting, I'm hungry. The meat you roast smells the best."

Everyone thought she was a delicate flower being spoiled by Lu Ting, until the Zombie King laid siege to the base, enemies closed in, and plots engulfed them in a desperate situation.

The woman who was always acting cute finally stopped smiling in front of everyone.

She stood in front of her badly injured team. Behind her, trees surged wildly and spiritual energy soared into the sky. Her voice was calm, yet rang across the battlefield.

"You want to touch my people? Have you asked about my thousand years of cultivation?"