[Morally bankrupt System + unhinged writing + absurd cultivation comedy + no pointless angst + male lead falls for her on his own + lightning-fast face-slapping power fantasy]
No pointless angst, just going completely nuts. I’ll strike down my enemy’s clock with one blow! As long as my morals have no bottom, even the Heavenly Dao will lose a layer of skin!
Modern-day corporate drone Jiang Nanxing transmigrates into a book, becoming the true heiress who’s drained of blood and sacrificed by her entire clan to keep the white-lotus fake heiress alive. According to the original plot, she’s supposed to make a tearful protest, prove her innocence, and meet a tragic end.
But the moment Jiang Nanxing opens her eyes, she binds herself to the [Utterly Depraved System]. The more brazenly she does despicable things, the faster her cultivation rises! Jiang Nanxing gives a cold laugh as understanding dawns: As long as I have no morals, no one can use them to control me!
And so the entire cultivation world’s style goes completely off the rails
When her scumbag father tries to force her out, she neither cries nor makes a fuss. Instead, she smashes the altar with a hammer, clears out the family vault overnight, and thoughtfully hangs three white lanterns by the fake heiress’s bed. At the sect tournament, while everyone else fights with sword techniques and hand seals, she pulls out a “Gatling Spirit Stone Cannon” modified from an array talisman and physically sends everyone who dares oppose her to the next world. When the original story’s heaven-defying male lead pretends to condemn her, she broadcasts his embarrassing diary to the whole sect, making her motto, “If I’m not embarrassed, then everyone else is!”
Later, she’s wreaked so much havoc that the entire cultivation world trembles in fear, and the elders of her sect beg her to stop showing off her powers and going crazy.
But instead of a heavenly tribulation, they get the legendary mysterious god, a cold, immaculate man who’s decisive and ruthless. He doesn’t draw his sword. Instead, he deftly rolls up Jiang Nanxing’s sleeves and hands her a brick, his voice low and outrageously biased: “Xing’er, smashing people is dirty work. Don’t hurt your hands. Let me do it.”
