Shen Zhihui transmigrated into a book.
She became the cannon-fodder sect leader in a tragic xianxia novel, destined to be dumped, have her spiritual root ripped out, and be sacrificed to Heaven.
On the day of the broken engagement, the foremost sword cultivator of the righteous path said coldly, “Our fate ends here.”
Shen Zhihui pulled out her ledger. “Fine, our fate ends here. But please settle the depreciated value of the betrothal gifts, the resource sponsorship, and the emotional damages.”
To avoid being erased by the plot, she binds herself to the Myriad Realms Shop System and opens a milk tea shop, sells blind boxes of talismans, and starts an after-hours cultivation school with her bankrupt sect.
Others cultivate by comprehending the Dao. She cultivates through promotions.
Others ascend through fortunate encounters. She ascends with membership points.
Later, her scumbag ex-husband regrets everything, the white moonlight breaks down in tears, and cultivators from the Three Realms line up to ask for franchises.
Even Pei Guanlan, the original novel’s ultimate villain, shows up at her shop every day.
Shen Zhihui: “Weren’t you going to destroy the Three Realms?”
Pei Guanlan: “The Three Realms can wait. I haven’t tried today’s new drink yet.”
Until fate arrives, forcing everyone back to the original ending.
Standing in front of the number one little shop in the Three Realms, Shen Zhihui grins and flips the table:
“Sorry, from today on, I’m in charge of fate, and customer service handles the bad reviews.”
