Lu Qingyao traveled through time. When she opened her eyes, she was in the world of immortality. She was a down-and-out widow whose husband had just died and her family was destitute. She also had a young son with mediocre spiritual roots who was waiting to be fed. In this world of the weak and the strong, without the backbone, orphans and widows are just lambs to be slaughtered. Relatives wanted to sell her for spiritual stones, neighbors wanted to occupy the little farmland in her home, and they even refused to let her in during the Immortal Sect election. The good news is that she has superb embroidery and spiritual grafting skills. The bad news is that in a world where everything is destroyed at every turn and letters are delivered with flying swords, these skills seem useless. "Mom, are we really going to starve to death?" The youngest son asked eagerly. Lu Qingyao looked at the dilapidated thatched hut and rolled up her sleeves: "It's impossible to starve to death. Since there are no jobs in the world of immortality, I will create jobs!" She picked up the worn-out talisman pen. Since she couldn't draw high-level talismans, she drew the most practical cleaning talismans and warming talismans, focusing on being affordable and close to the people, and selling them to low-level cultivators who had no money to buy high-level talismans. If she can't grow rare spiritual grass, she will improve the variety and grow ordinary spiritual rice with excellent taste, and become the designated supplier of various major sect canteens. She relied on hard work to get rich, and she lived a prosperous life. However, when she finally sent her son to the top immortal sect and prepared to retire, she found that the "philosophy of survival" she casually taught her son had become the supreme swordsmanship. The son held her hand: "Mother, stop setting up a stall, I will take you to ascend." Lu Qingyao: "... Son, mother just wants to make money, not to be an immortal!" This is a story about how an ordinary mother uses wisdom and tenacity to...
