I, the Sword Immortal, Just Want to Eat

[No CP + Cultivation + Lighthearted Comedy + Secret Identity]

Xu He, the reincarnation of an ancient sword immortal, has only three goals in this life: eat her fill, sleep well, and never be asked to work.

Everyone in the sect calls her a good-for-nothing.

She holds her bowl and doesn't argue.

That is, until the senior brother picks her to demonstrate swordsmanship and declares, "Hit me once and I'll cover your meals for a month."

Xu He warns him, "I eat a lot."

"Eat all you want!"

She doesn't want to hurt the person paying for her meals, so she reaches out and pats the practice platform.

It collapses.

Steward Zhao clutches his account book, lips trembling. The senior brother stands amid the rubble, still trying to explain that it was his sword technique.

Xu He peeks out from behind her senior sister.

"Senior Brother, are your legs okay?"

"They're fine."

"Then you can still go to the dining hall."

From then on, the senior brother is busy saving face, Steward Zhao is busy protecting the purse strings, and the sect leader is busy investigating her background.

Xu He is busy looking for a bowl.

The sect leader asks, "Just how much are you still hiding?"

She hesitates for a moment, then pulls two steamed buns from her sleeve.

"Do I have to hand these over, too?"