She transmigrated as a good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots. Her father was killed by demonic cultivators who drained his essence, and a gang of lowlifes surrounded her home, eyeing her inheritance.
Zhai Xiaowen, formerly an overworked office drone and now the daughter of a third-rate alchemist, had only one valuable thing to her name: a roomful of the sedatives, aphrodisiacs, and arousal potions her father had left behind.
The good news: they were potent, and there was plenty to go around.
The bad news: the people outside really wanted her father’s spirit stones and alchemy recipes, and they also planned to sell her off.
She crouched behind the door and eavesdropped for three days, learning the gang’s shift schedule better than she knew her own receding hairline.
Then she smiled and pulled out a bottle labeled “Lure-Beast Pill, Extra-Strength Dose.”
“Don’t rush. I’ll teach you how to behave.”
#Cultivation doesn’t have to be all fighting. You can do chemistry experiments, too.#
#You may not inherit Dad’s fortune, but you can inherit his dirty tricks.#
