The Regent Prince Is Love-Struck, and the Cultivation Expert Has Nowhere to Run

[Transmigration + Two Powerful Leads + Feel-Good Revenge + Farming in a Pocket Realm + False and True Heiresses + World-Saving Heroine + Sweet Romance]

Ye Lingxi, a thousand-year-old ancestor from the cultivation world, has her soul shattered while weathering a tribulation. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in the body of a fake heiress of a marquis's household, poisoned to death by her adoptive mother.

One cup of poisoned wine takes the original owner's life, and Ye Lingxi arrives with her peerless cultivation and an entire pocket realm of spiritual plants.

Her adoptive father blindly believes whatever he is told; her adoptive mother is vicious and scheming; and her fake younger sister acts gentle in public but stabs her in the back. The whole family wants her dead so their biological daughter can take her place. But Ye Lingxi refuses to play along.

The Lin family wants to use her corpse to curry favor with the powerful and bring good fortune through a wedding? She knocks out their servants and sends the assassin who killed her to Prince Jin's residence as a grand burial gift. One punch gives each of them a concussion, man-eating flowers bloom across the wilderness, and anyone who lays a hand on her “vanishes” on the spot.

Even more absurdly, the dying man she happens to save in the mountains turns out to be the regent, a crown prince of the Heavenly Realm undergoing a tribulation.

The Heavenly Dao pops up to tell her she must save the world, marry him, or ascend. She has to pick one, and there's no negotiating.

During a five-year drought, corpses litter the land. Ye Lingxi should have been free to reunite with her family, farm, and cultivate immortality, but her soft heart gets the better of her. With a pocket realm full of spiritual rice and medicine, she leads forty refugees back to the southern frontier.

Meanwhile, her real family, the Ye clan, a princely house of a different surname, has been waiting for her for seventeen years. Her mother has filled an entire wardrobe with little clothes, and every year on the Lantern Festival, her father releases a lantern bearing the words, “May my daughter return.”

A cultivation-world ancestor transmigrates into the body of a good-for-nothing young heiress in the mortal realm. She complains about trouble while doing the right thing and saving the common people.

She can farm and fight at the same time, with man-eating flowers blooming across the wilderness as she delivers swift, satisfying face-slapping to her enemies.

The world is rotten to the core? No matter. Ye Lingxi is here, and the dawn is bound to break.