Shen Jiyue is hailed throughout the cultivation world as the “fairest moonlight of the millennium.”
With skin like ice and bones like jade, dressed in white as pure as snow, she has disciples from across the cultivation world lining up outside her cave abode just to catch a glimpse of her. No one knows that this lofty beauty is roasting sweet potatoes on her life-bound spirit sword and grumbling at a rabbit that refuses to wear a sweater.
She never gets caught up in pointless worries.
The Heavenly Dao prophesies that she must sacrifice herself to save the world? She smashes the stone tablet and sits down to munch on melon seeds. “It can come talk to me itself.” The Demon Venerable takes a blow for her and confesses his love? She hands him a pill worth five spirit stones and goes right back to fighting. “I can dodge on my own.” The whole world tries to guilt-trip her? She tears apart the Heavenly Dao’s lair and discovers that ascension is a scam, and the lower realm is just a breeding ground. She fights her way up to the Ninth Heaven, deletes the “moonlight beauty must be sacrificed” program, and rewrites the rules: anyone who breaks them gets struck by lightning a hundred times.
She’s powerful, but can’t be bothered to put on airs.
A sword cultivator at the Deity Transformation stage, she can slay a demon god with one strike. If someone challenges her, she fights. If she can’t win, she runs. If she can’t run, she lies down and plays dead, then launches a sneak attack. The male lead, Xie Wuwang, goes from Demon Venerable to househusband, spending ten years perfecting his knitting just to hear her say, “You’re officially promoted.”
Others cultivate for immortality; she does it for hot pot. Others fall in love at first sight; she puts love on a trial period.
This is a story about refusing to be defined: looking like an immortal is my talent, living well is my choice. You can look up to me, but don’t expect to put me on an altar.
After all, hot pot needs extra spice.
