[No romance + strong female lead + adored by all + ensemble cast + comedic deadpan humor + everyone has one-sided feelings] So what if you’re poor? Even poverty should be faced with your head held high!
The cultivation world has one ironclad rule: Never overestimate the limits of a poor sword cultivator. When they’re broke, they have no limits at all.
Yaoguang read that sentence three times, then turned the page without changing expression.
“Bullshit.”
Her talent for frying melon rinds wasn’t about having no limits. It was art!
Then her useless master ran off, leaving behind a debt of three hundred thousand spirit stones.
Yaoguang stared at her deserted sect in silence for a long while. Then she picked up her patched-together sword and headed to the biggest job market in the cultivation world.
First, she worked as a bodyguard for a wealthy family in the human realm. When they refused to pay, she couldn’t let that stand! So she spirited away their young master.
Next, she went to clean up pollution in the demon realm, only for the demon clan to tell her to take down the boss. Damn it! That costs extra! So she fished the most beautiful merman in the sea out of the water.
The third time, she went to the demon domain...
“Wait, why are you kidnapping people again?”
Yaoguang answered without expression, “They owe me money.”
The haughty young master she’d kidnapped said, “You call this kidnapping? It’s debt collection.”
The innocent merman she’d kidnapped said, “...Could you stop staring at my tears all the time? Are they really worth that much?”
Yaoguang: “They are. Very much.”
Later, the cultivation world revised its rule:
Never overestimate the limits of a poor sword cultivator. When she’s broke, she might just spirit you away, too.
Later still, Yaoguang looked at the ever-growing line of people behind her and fell into deep thought.
“Why do I feel like I owe even more money now?”
