What is it like to be the only daughter of the leader of the largest sect in the world of cultivation, "Tianyan Sect"? Thank you for the invitation. I am in the fairy mountain and my heart is in the mortal world. My lifelong dream is to go down the mountain and open a small restaurant and feel the fireworks of the world. I have put in so much effort for this dream: When I ran away from home for the first time, my love-minded father thought it was a "little daughter having a bad temper" and sent ten elders to "invite" me back, and by the way, he gave me a treasure house as an apology. Me: "..." Dad, is it possible that I just want to eat a bowl of earthly Yangchun noodles? The second time, I tried to destroy my spiritual root, but was hit by an extraterrestrial spiritual light. Not only did I not destroy it, I accidentally opened up the eight extraordinary meridians, and became an "unparalleled genius" recognized by the entire sect. The whole sect was rejoicing, but I was the only one who hid in bed and cried until I hiccupped. Help! I don't want to get involved! From then on, I went further and further down the road of "salted fish". I secretly cultivated a vegetable patch in the back mountain, but the elders mistakenly thought I was cultivating ancient spiritual plants; I set up a stove to study recipes, but my brothers thought I was studying the Great Way of Danhuo; I watched the stars at night just to see if it would rain tomorrow, but it was said that I was deducing the secrets of heaven... Until one day, the Demon Lord led an army to the city and asked to see me, a mysterious expert with "supernatural cooking skills and infallible plans." My father pushed me to the front of the battle with a look of relief on his face: "Daughter, go ahead and use your spatula, which is comparable to a divine weapon, to defend the glory of the sect!" I looked at the spatula in my hand, then at the murderous Demon Lord opposite, and fell into deep thought. Is it too late to say that I am really just a cook?
