A Skewer of Life: Barbecuing My Way Through the Cultivation World

[Female-Led]+ [Cultivation-World BBQ Stall]+ [Wild Imagination]+ [Character Growth] Du Wanwan transmigrates into an angst-filled novel, where the System forces her to follow the plot: have her spiritual roots ripped out, jump from the Immortal-Slaying Platform, and take a sword for the heroine’s beloved.

She turns around and reports the System to the Heavenly Dao: “Someone is illegally employing child labor and forcing overtime.”

The Heavenly Dao punishes the System by sending it to work in the mines. As it leaves, it cries out, “Host, you won’t survive past chapter three without me!”

Du Wanwan turns around and burns the script. At the sect tournament, she whips out a barbecue grill. “Cultivating isn’t as good as grilling skewers. You workaholics can all take a break.”

When the Demon Lord storms the mountain sect, she’s brushing honey onto chicken wings. “Kill me or punish me, just wait until I’ve sprinkled on the cumin.”

The Demon Lord stares at the skewers in her hand, then suddenly drops to one knee. “Wanwan, this is the eight hundredth time you’ve humiliated me with your cooking.”

Behind her, the senior disciple presses his sword to her back. “Junior Sister, what you’re grilling... is my spirit crane.”

Du Wanwan calmly turns it over. “Oh. Then that’ll be an extra five spirit stones. Pet cremation and a full meal deal.”