Keeping a Low Profile in the Cultivation World While Eavesdropping on Inner Thoughts

Lin Momo woke one morning to discover that she could hear the thoughts of everyone within a hundred meters. Her master, who seemed the very picture of an immortal, was cursing over a lost game of chess in his mind. Her aloof, snow-pure senior sister was preoccupied with choosing colors for her new ceremonial robes. In this cultivation world where everyone had eight hundred tricks up their sleeve, Lin Momo clung to her survival mantra: The more you know, the more ordinary you must appear. So she hid in the most desolate medicinal herb field, only to dig up a hidden spirit vein. She casually took on a neglected, unpopular task and ended up inheriting an ancient art. All she wanted was to quietly keep her head down until she attained immortality, but people kept “coincidentally” delivering opportunities right to her doorstep. Then, on the day of the war between immortals and demons, Lin Momo listened to the thoughts drifting from the battlefield a hundred miles away, sighed, and silently pressed the remote-control magical artifact in her hand, the one capable of changing the tide of battle.