Lin Xiaoqian wakes up after a nap and finds she has transmigrated from being a streetwise thug into the world of cultivation. She has no spiritual roots, and is forcibly assigned as a disciple to Qingxuan, the coldest Immortal Venerable in the immortal realm.
No spiritual roots means she can’t cultivate the orthodox way? No problem. She lies flat, sunbathes, and automatically absorbs spiritual energy. One good nap and she can break through to the next level with ease.
The sect’s alchemy furnace has been exploding for a hundred years, no one can break the secret realm’s barrier, and demons from beyond the domains are wreaking havoc across the three realms?
While a host of powerful experts rack their brains for solutions, she solves everything with a bit of street smarts: prop up the alchemy furnace with a rock, break the barrier with her bare hands, and talk the demon into leaving by yelling at him.
Her main daily pursuits: mooching off her master, stealing the sect’s treasures, slacking off, and eating snacks. Her side gig: casually upending the entire cultivation system.
Qingxuan Immortal Venerable, from the start: “You wicked, unruly disciple. I’ll kick you out of the sect sooner or later.”
Later, hopelessly indulgent: “Take whatever you want from me, disciple. Want snacks? I’ll scour the entire immortal realm and buy them all.”
The entire immortal realm’s worldview crumbles: Who could have guessed that the one to overturn ten thousand years of cultivation tradition and make the ascetic Immortal Venerable fall for her would be a streetwise little punk whose only goals are making money and eating?
