I Became the Immortal World's White Moonlight by Doing Nothing

[Anti-hustle culture / The chase-after-your-wife crematorium / Silly, satisfying comedy / A cast full of comedians / Relaxing rural life]

After transmigrating, Su Wanwan was bound to a bizarre System: the more she slacked off, the higher her cultivation rose; working hard at cultivation cost her merit points.

She promptly decided to lie flat.

Three years later, she was at the third level of Qi Refining, ranked last in her sect, and sent to guard a deserted herb garden.

Su Wanwan looked at the three mu of land, the rickety thatched hut, and the little pond, and beamed. Wasn't this retirement living?

That night, she caught a carp that could talk.

The carp said, “How dare you! I am a descendant of the ancient Dragon Clan!”

Su Wanwan asked, “Can I braise you?”

The carp was silent for three seconds. “...Could you steam me instead? My flesh is tender.”

The next day, she found a beautiful amnesiac man at her door.

His white robes were stained with blood, and he was as handsome as an immortal.

Su Wanwan nudged him with her foot. “Are you dead?”

Gu Changyuan replied, “...I still have a breath left.”

“Can you cook?”

“...I think so?”

That night, the kitchen exploded.

Su Wanwan stared at the column of black smoke. “...You'd better stick to chopping firewood.”

And so life went on.

She raised fish, and he chopped wood. She slept, and he farmed. She ate hotpot, while he stood in the rain contemplating life.

Later, the whole sect realized something was off

The “weeds” she watered at random were century-old spirit plants.

The fish she caught were all demon kings who could take human form.

Her cultivation rose on its own while she slept.

At the sect tournament, she was forced to compete and won the championship “by accident” while yawning.

The whole arena fell silent.