Exiled to the Apocalypse, I Rely on Stockpiling Supplies to Cultivate Immortality

#Others Struggle to Survive the Apocalypse, While I Cultivate Immortality##My National-Grade Granary Never Runs Dry#

Transmigrating as a good-for-nothing cultivator, then exiled by her family to fend for herself in the apocalypse? Shen Zhiwei just smiled.

While everyone else gnawed on tree bark in the wasteland and dodged zombies, Shen Zhiwei had spicy snacks in her left hand and cola in her right. One burp, and her cultivation was back to full.

When her old enemies finally managed to teleport to the apocalypse, ready to laugh at her, they saw Shen Zhiwei cooking an S-rank mutant beast in a self-heating hot pot, with an apocalyptic Sword Sovereign standing behind her, ready to hand her some garlic sauce.

"Dinner's ready. Line up."