Tomb Raiding: The Qilin Woman's Guide to Turning the Tables

Strong female lead + 1v2 (Zhang Qiling, Hei Xiazi) + System progression + feel-good power fantasy My name is Zhang Jiusheng. I transmigrated into the world of Daomu Biji, but I knew nothing about the so-called plot. Instead, I became a low-ranking orphan girl in the Zhang family training camp. My bloodline was mediocre, and my tattoo was so faint that even the instructors frowned at it. But I had a proficiency system: practice any skill, and its progress bar would rise. Short blade proficiency, Guiyuan cultivation method, wound suturing, intelligence analysis... I trained for sixty years. The holy infant Zhang Qiling, whom I once gazed up at from below the high platform, would later bandage my wounds beneath the moonlight, deliberately oversalt the food in the kitchen, and clasp my hand before the bronze gate. “Don't die.” Hei Xiazi, who just happened to pass by that alley, would later take a bullet for me, mooch countless meals, and stop smiling the day he left. “Don't die. This time, I'm saying it because I want to.” The Wang family, the Nine Gates, and every schemer coveting immortality are all on my chessboard. And those two are where I belong.