[Transmigration + cultivation + food + sharp-tongued heroine + strong female lead + feel-good story + wacky humor + romance]
Su Xin is a twenty-eight-year-old Chinese chef and a veteran sports fan who loves to rant.
During a Northeast Super League match, her home team was beaten in the final seconds, and she fainted from anger right there.
When she woke up, she had become a six-year-old girl and discovered that she had transmigrated into the cultivation novel The Immortal Path of Embracing the Moon.
In the book, the heroine Su Wanyue is born with immortal bones and ascends to immortality, but everyone around her suffers one tragedy after another. Su Xin, meanwhile, has transmigrated as a nobody who joins the greatest sect at the same time as Su Wanyue, the kind of character who doesn't survive past chapter three.
At the discipleship ceremony, Su Xin decisively chooses the poorest, shabbiest sect, the Heaven-Burning Sword Sect, as far from Su Wanyue as possible, and clings tightly to the leg of a drunken old Daoist.
She thinks she's found a laid-back sect that wants no part of the world.
But after only a few days, she can't keep up with sword practice, while her cooking makes the whole sect weep with joy. Just like that, a good-for-nothing at swordsmanship becomes the sect's full-time little cook.
Even more absurdly, she finds no cultivation manuals in the secret realm, only a battered iron wok. She also inherits the Ancient God of Cooking's Immortal Chef's Compendium. From then on, her dishes boost cultivation and her soups break through bottlenecks. The entire sect relies on her cooking, and every member's cultivation skyrockets.
Since she knows how the plot goes, she won't hold back. The heroine's Ganoderma, the original male lead's destined divine sword, the spiritual vein resources meant for another sect... she quietly snatches them all. She never boasts about her spoils, just keeps her head down and makes a fortune.
By the time the cultivation world comes to its senses, the Heaven-Burning Sword Sect, once so poor it could barely scrape by, has become a sect of sword immortals, every last one of them ascending together.
