Transmigrated as a cultivation good-for-nothing, Su Xiaoxian only wants to lie flat.
Zero spiritual roots? Great, no need to practice cultivation. People laugh at her? It’s not like she’s losing a chunk of flesh.
She can sunbathe and pet cats every day, then wait for a peaceful old age. Life couldn’t be more perfect.
Until one day, the old hen she casually fed began undergoing tribulation.
The eighty-one bolts of heavenly lightning crashed down. The hen survived, but her courtyard exploded.
The sect leader fell to his knees, the elders gaped, and the whole sect went mad.
“Su Xiaoxian, what exactly have you been raising?!”
She looked down at the old hen curled into a ball by her feet, then up at the thunderclouds that had yet to disperse, and fell silent for three seconds.
“…A chicken?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the “chicken” threw back its head and cried out. Its phoenix bloodline awakened, and its spiritual pressure shattered half a mountain.
Su Xiaoxian’s face remained expressionless.
Fine. So much for sunbathing.
Later, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion searched for her across the world, ancient ferocious beasts lined up to become her familiars, and the calamity threatening all creation looked to her to save the world.
She had just one thing to say:
“Can we talk about this after my nap?”
No romance / strong female lead / satisfying power fantasy / pet-raising / comedy
