[Cultivation with wild ideas + transmigrate with special powers + fun-loving heroine + growth-oriented power fantasy + everyone loves her + one-sided crushes]
She transmigrates into the cultivation world as its most miserable trash with a useless spiritual root, and on her very first day, gets shoved into the mud.
Han Yue spits out blood and politely speaks up: "Hey, could you scrape the old mud off your soles? The stench is making my alchemy poison flow backward."
Everyone: ???
Later, they realize there's something off about this useless spiritual root.
She blows up dust to kill demon beasts, uses thermodynamics to save the pill furnace, and dismantles spells with sound waves.
At the outer sect's monthly trial, she takes down three opponents in three moves: one gets blown up, one eats dirt, and one lands flat on his back like a turtle.
The Valley Master of the Pill Dao chases after her, shouting, "Girl, hurry up and call me Master! I'm definitely taking you as my disciple!"
Han Yue: "Master, stop shaking me. Keep it up and my brain will turn into a pill."
She is an interstellar esper and shameless thug (crossed out) war god, stranded in the cultivation world. The word "give up" isn't in her dictionary.
She turns the tables, wrecks schemes, makes a name for herself in the grand competition, and turns the Guiyuan Realm upside down along the way.
The geniuses who once wouldn't give her a second glance now keep flocking to her side.
The haughty young master of the Talisman Dao is so shaken that he questions his entire existence, yet turns around and shields her from attacks both open and hidden.
The upright and impartial sword cultivator, heir to his sect, learns to bend the rules for her.
And the two little foxes she picked up on a whim transform into handsome men, one gentle and one roguish, and cling to her, refusing to leave.
Han Yue thinks seriously: Are they all trying to steal my trash pills?
Then she changes her mind: No, men only slow down how fast I can draw my sword.
The cultivation world is full of dangers.
She believes neither in heaven nor fate. She calculates the myriad things: all things under heaven can be fully unraveled!
