[A ridiculous sect, tantrums and rolling around, and a cast of comedians: a cannon-fodder wildling’s path to immortality, axe and all!]
When she looked in the mirror, Ning Mingli discovered she’d become a wildling cannon-fodder character in a cultivation novel, one who wouldn’t survive past chapter three. The little bumps on her chest had turned into two fleshy lumps at her waist?!
To stay alive, she hoisted a glowing axe, made a clean getaway after shifting the blame, and fled overnight to a shabby little sect. All she wanted was benefits, a pension, and room and board!
Who knew her master would be a recruitment genius, boasting to everyone he met: “I can tell you have an extraordinary bone structure. You’re a once-in-a-century genius! Come back to my sect with me!”
The senior brother they picked up turned out to be a cold, human-shaped fighting machine; the second brother kept saying, “If money can solve it, is it even a problem?”; and the third brother was a beggar who’d grown up scavenging. Show him a little kindness and he’d get overwhelmed with emotion, eyes brimming with tears. He was, in a word, a crybaby...
Ning Yueli only wanted to lie flat and count her money, but she was forced to lead this band of weirdos and use her axe to hack open the door to a stable job in the cultivation world
“Fellow cultivator, want to join our sect? Excellent benefits, and we’ll even bury you if you die!”
