The moment Sheng Niannian, head chef of the state banquet, opens her eyes, she finds herself in a cultivation novel as the hapless stand-in who serves as the white moonlight's "blood bank."
They want her to bleed for them? Fine. Fifty thousand top-grade spirit stones per bowl, payment upfront.
They want her to break off her engagement? Sure. She packs up her pots and pans overnight, along with two spirit pigs and a rabbit, and heads straight for the Forbidden Grounds of Ancient and Modern Times, a place so dreaded that the entire sect turns pale at its name. That's where a major villain is imprisoned, one who hasn't slept in five hundred years and casually draws his sword to kill people.
Everyone waits for her to be cleaved in two.
Instead, she clings to the villain's leg and successfully stages a fall, then sets up a huge iron pot.
No one knows why this Sword Venerable, who kills without batting an eye, falls instantly into a pork-like slumber after one hot pot meal. Nor does anyone know what the people in the sect who forced her to bleed really want.
She only knows one thing:
The waters in this cultivation world run deep, and she's here to settle accounts.
The pot is set, the fire is lit. Come on in, honored guest.
