Wu Yiyi is a sorrel plant. Many years ago, a lightning struck her and she turned into a human.
But she told no one.
She stayed in the Cangwu Mountain Cultivation Sect for decades and became the "Senior Sister" - not because she was great, but because she came early. She feels good about being fed and clothed every day when she goes to class. As for cultivating immortality? That's someone else's business.
She just wants to guard the ancestral temple, play the harp, read story books, and be a fairy bastard.
Until she discovered that this seemingly peaceful sect was completely rotten underneath. The teachers formed small circles, excluded talented people, and deceived superiors and subordinates. From top to bottom, few people really cared about the word "cultivate immortality."
And she happened to be the oldest, lowest-ranked, and least-existent disciple in the entire sect.
She is a grass. She should keep messing around.
But she didn't.
This is a story about "Why do bastards stop being bastards?" Not relaxed, not too sweet, a little cold, a little stubborn. It talks about: When you find that the place you have been in for decades is deteriorating little by little, do you pretend not to see it, or do you stand up and say "no".
If you are tired of watching "The Rise of Genius" and "Golden Finger Cheating" stories about cultivating immortals, maybe you can watch Wu Yiyi. She has no talent or background. Her only advantage is that she has lived long enough - long enough to see everyone clearly and enough of herself.
Who should watch it: If you like a heroine who has flaws, is a bit lazy, but never loses control at critical moments - then Wu Yiyi may be your cup of tea.
Concept: Even if it is a grass, there is a bottom line of grass