We All Transmigrated, and Our Evil Cultivator Squad Turned the Cultivation World Upside Down

[No Romance] [No Frustrating Drama] [Pure爽] Jiang Shanshan transmigrates into a cultivation novel as a useless cannon-fodder character.

The good news: her spatial dimension and supernatural abilities came with her, along with enough supplies to stockpile dozens of cities.

The bad news: she has no comrades, only a bunch of idiots.

From the start, her prodigy fiance shows up to force a marriage on her: he wants her to break off the engagement.

Jiang Shanshan turns around and lists their marriage contract at auction: the relationship is over, so she might as well make use of it.

The entire cultivation world is stunned: Never have they seen such an arrogant mortal!

She only wanted to lie flat and enjoy life with a few handsome lovers.

Then she hears that the chief disciple of Tengyun Sect has gone mad, claims he's Pleasant Goat, and sings, "Arise, all who refuse to be slaves," to everyone he meets.

Jiang Shanshan's eyes grow moist.

That's her comrade for you. He transmigrated as an even more miserable cannon-fodder character than she did, had his Golden Core dug out, and still has the guts to stand up for others!

Rescuing the goat is only right.

But Tengyun Sect is full of experts. How can a mortal without a spiritual root rescue him?

She silently glances at the electromagnetic cannons and laser guns in her spatial dimension, then breaks into a nuclear-grade smile.

After the deed is done, she pops open the celebratory champagne, but halfway through, she can no longer smile.

Her comrades keep appearing one after another, all transmigrated as cannon-fodder foils to the protagonist's group.

Jiang Shanshan is furious.

Give back the Golden Core you took from my comrade.

Dig out the spirit bone you stole from my comrade.

Spit out the luck you stole from my comrade.

Give back the feelings you tricked out of my comrade... Never mind, let that hopeless romantic stay locked up.

The protagonist's group has heaven-defying luck?

Sorry, the rules have changed: you're all experience bags for dropping opportunities into my lap.

A mighty Tribulation Transcending expert begs and pleads: Become my disciple, and the cultivation world's foremost merchant association, people and money alike, will be yours.

From then on, the cultivation world gains a band of lunatics who kill without using spiritual power, scam both the underworld and the righteous sects, and act like unhinged, shameless old monsters.

Who let these demonic cultivators into the cultivation world? I'm losing it!