After pulling an all-nighter, Shen Shuangshuang died suddenly and transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a good-for-nothing with the same name.
In the original story, the previous Shen Shuangshuang was scorned by everyone for having a "waste spiritual root" and eventually died miserably in the wilderness.
But Shen Shuangshuang only smiled. A waste spiritual root? Wasn't that the Taiyin Physique, one of the Ten Great Ancient Special Physiques she had spent years studying during her all-nighters?
Her spiritual power was crippled? She picked up a tattered sword manual and mastered the long-lost Dance of the Immortals Beneath the Moon.
At the clan's tournament, everyone waited to see her make a fool of herself. Instead, she struck down a prodigy with a single sword stroke, its cold gleam as clear as moonlight.
The aloof sword cultivator Xie Wunian stared at her. "What kind of sword art is that?"
Shen Shuangshuang gave her sword a twirl and smiled innocently. "Square dancing. The enhanced version."
From then on, her life got a lot livelier.
The icy sword cultivator started camping outside her door every day, pretending to be stern just to learn her sword art. The favored son of heaven, Gu Yubai, blushed to the tips of his ears whenever she showed him casual affection, then chased after her shouting, "What are you doing?"
Only Fu Ruqing, who had grown up with her, always stood in front of her with a smile. Then he'd bare his teeth at everyone else. "Stay away from her. She's timid."
Shen Shuangshuang only wanted to level up happily and, along the way, uncover the truth behind her grandmother's murder.
But as she climbed step by step toward the mountain's summit, she discovered that this world was far more than just a novel...
And the person who had always followed her around wagging his tail seemed to be hiding a secret she knew nothing about.
