Lan Ruoxing transmigrates from a promising young man of the 21st century into a low-ranking immortal whose recent breakthrough attempt failed.
No problem. Just keep your head down.
Tribulations? Secret realms? Duels? Treasure hunts? Not happening.
Don't make a modern person do dangerous stuff like that, okay?
To keep her steady but otherwise unremarkable job as a servant, Lan Ruoxing starts desperately bending over backward at work.
No tools? She buys them herself.
No way to get things done? She swallows her pride and begs for help.
But things don't go as planned. On her third day, she's reassigned to guard the Demon Venerable.
Lan Ruoxing stares in confusion. Me? Seal the Demon Venerable? Seriously?
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From then on, Lan Ruoxing has to work herself to the bone to keep her job, while putting up with the Demon Venerable's attempts to drive a wedge between her and the immortals.
The Demon Venerable says, "This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Might makes right, and the weak are only fit to offer up their flesh and blood."
Lan Ruoxing pretends she didn't hear him.
The Demon Venerable reveals his eight-pack. "I forged an unrivaled sacred body with the flesh and blood of living beings. I can teach you the method."
Lan Ruoxing turns away and refuses to look.
The Demon Venerable fans the flames. "The immortals are all hypocrites. They preach benevolence and morality, but they're no different from us."
Lan Ruoxing lets out a long sigh. "Ever heard of prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony?"
So we're playing at brainwashing, are we? She wipes her face. Come back to me, memories from the bar exam.
Reading guide:
Two chapters a week, probably a short story of around 200,000 words.
Theme: Stay true to yourself and find your own worth.
