Kicked Out from the Start, I Conquer the Martial World with My Cooking

[Jianghu Slice of Life] [Wulin Antics] [No Romance] [Light Ensemble Cast] [Easygoing Comedy]

(No transmigration, rebirth, or System, but written in plain language.)

There are countless squabbles in the jianghu, and shameless rogues account for half of them!

Bai Lingxi has been with the Green Bamboo Sect for eight years and is still an outer disciple. Her aptitude is mediocre, and every day she is either slacking off or on her way to slack off.

While others practice swordsmanship, she sleeps. While they meditate, she eats. While they sweep, she makes trouble... In short, she's a giant blight on the sect.

At last, the Discipline Elder can stand it no longer and expels her from the sect, telling her to fend for herself.

Bai Lingxi stands outside a small inn at the foot of the mountain, with not half a copper coin in her pocket and her stomach growling with hunger.

Her eyes dart around, and she decides to set up a fortune-telling stall right there to make some money.

She only means to fool passersby into buying her a meal, but the moment she opens for business, someone rips off her fake beard.

From then on, the jianghu gains a famous troublemaker who never does anything useful.

While others duel for secret manuals, she sets up a food stall;

while others hunt criminals and investigate conspiracies, she thinks about getting a meal and earning silver.

What are grudges and sect rivalries compared to a delicious meal?

A demonic cult causing trouble? Sect infighting? Wulin rivalries?

Bai Lingxi: Want something to eat? Pay up, and we can talk.

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The sect kicked me down the mountain, so I got to work cooking and face-slapping everyone.