After transmigrating into the cultivation world as a good-for-nothing menial servant at its top weapon-forging sect, Su Zhu decides to return to her old trade.
While her fellow disciples sweat over the sword-forging platform, the first wisp of cooking smoke rises from her in the back-mountain scrap yard.
She uses a low flame to "wake" the stubborn heart of thousand-year-old cold iron, and flips her wok to "stir-fry" the dazzling brilliance of stardust sand.
The elders rage: "Weapon forging is the great path to heaven. How can you treat it like child's play!"
She serves up a pot of soothing soup that can make a cultivator's life-bound sword "sleep drunk," and smiles without a word.
Later, the war between immortals and demons erupts, and mountains and rivers crumble. Traditional magical artifacts are utterly destroyed.
At the world's most desperate hour, she arrives on a flying wok and livestreams from the front lines.
Taking the mountains and rivers for a stove and the prayers of all living beings for firewood, she simmers the dish for three days and nights.
When it is ready, a gentle river of stars bearing the lights of countless homes flows from the wok. Wherever it passes, weapons dissolve, inner demons retreat, and withered trees bloom anew.
The Demon Lord cradles his bowl and asks for a refill, while the Immortal Emperor's sword lingers by her stove, content to be a fire poker.
Su Zhu merely wipes her hands and speaks gently to the countless cultivators watching her livestream:
"Today's lesson: seventeen ways to forge the 'warmth of the mortal world.' Master the first, and you can forge a lamp that will guide someone you cherish home, never to go out."
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It's so exciting that I can't stop