Long ago, the Goddess of Xuanyuan Abyss sealed the Demon Abyss, using her life as the lock before vanishing from the world.
She left behind just one sentence: "Wait for me."
Many ages later, modern office worker Luo Qingyu transmigrates to the immortal realm and becomes a ginseng fruit that was left behind in the Peach Orchard.
While everyone else works hard to cultivate and level up, she just wants to enjoy her lazy life in a quiet corner, lying flat and watching the fun. Sunbathing, snacking on seeds, and listening to gossip aren't they wonderful?
Until Divine Lord Lu Ya finds her and casually tosses her over to guard the gate, giving her the good life of "having powerful backing and no job."
Everyone across the three realms knows that Divine Lord Lu Ya is an iceberg that hasn't melted in ten thousand years. He is cold and unsociable, takes no disciples, and dislikes interacting with people. He can't be bothered to get involved unless the sky is falling.
He discovers that this lazy fruit is hiding the "secret" he has waited ages for.
Luo Qingyu used to live by three rules:
If you can lie down, don't sit. If you can snack on seeds, don't cultivate. If you can watch the fun, never get involved.
Later, she only had one thing to say:
Big shot, you should have told me sooner! If you'd said so earlier, I'd have started cultivating long ago. As long as it won't kill me, I'll cultivate until it does.
Luo Qingyu: "I just want to lounge around and drink a cup of tea. Why is that so hard?"
She transmigrated to the immortal realm to slack off, but somehow ended up opening a Chaos Academy and taking in a group of problem students: a greedy dragon, a mortal who's been oppressed, an orphan of mixed blood, and a homeless orphan.
One after another, they all come running to her and call her "Boss."
Divine Lord Lu Ya sits beneath the corridor roof with a teacup in hand, watching her get surrounded and run ragged by a crowd of people.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't get involved?"
"Can I really leave them alone?"
The corners of his mouth lift slightly, and he says no more.
Life may be a little noisy, but it's lively and grounded.
