After Becoming a Good-for-Nothing Errand Disciple, the Whole Sect Dotes on Me

After eight years of grinding away in operations, Shen Tang dies suddenly at her desk on the night of her thirtieth birthday.

When she opens her eyes again, she's a good-for-nothing odd-job disciple at Qingyun Sect, with smoke-black spiritual roots.

Scrambling to make early-morning lessons, grinding contribution points until she coughs blood, fighting tooth and nail over a lousy sword

She gets it: this is just cultivation-world 996.

While everyone else cultivates by working themselves to the bone, she relies on her project-management skills.

She saves half an hour by collecting water off-peak, modifies a waterwheel and gets the Mechanism Hall begging to take her as a disciple, and the radishes she planted on a whim produce top-grade Rejuvenation Pills.

The Pill Peak elder bows down with a radish in his hands, the Spirit Beast Peak master gives her a crane for a mount, and the Mechanism Hall master, eyes red, begs to take her as a disciple.

Even the aloof senior brother, who has always looked down on everyone, starts showing up at her sorry little vegetable patch.

Shen Tang yawns. "You can all grind away if you want. I'm retired."

The more she lazes around, the greater her fame grows, until the entire sect treats this idle fish like a reclusive expert.

Then the demonic cultivators invade from the south and the entire sect runs out of food. Only then do they discover

her medicinal fields are stocked with three years' worth of provisions.

And beneath the field where she naps lies an ancient immortal mansion.

A voice mutters in her ear every day:

"You're sitting on this old man's coffin lid."