Jiang Wan, a corporate wage slave, dies suddenly at her desk after working overtime. When she opens her eyes, she has traveled to a primordial world where spiritual energy is so overwhelming it can make cultivators explode.
In her previous life, she worked herself to death without getting a moment's rest. In this life, she resolves to get all the sleep she wants, eat as much as she likes, and leave everything else to fate.
She settles on a mountain, takes in a half-starved little mutt to guard the place, and spends her free time tinkering with home-style cooking.
Who could have guessed that the aroma of her food could soothe the toxic buildup of spiritual energy, that the warning line she casually drew would be revered as a supreme Dao domain, that the rock she slept on would cultivate into a Great Emperor, and that even the Heavenly Tribulation sent by the Heavenly Dao couldn't find someone who supposedly didn't exist?
She only wants to eat well, sleep well, and cuddle fluffy animals. But in the eyes of the entire primordial world:
When the Lady sleeps soundly, she is comprehending the Dao. When she lifts a hand to cook, she is using divine powers. As for the ferocious beasts no one can defeat, her "mutt" on guard duty simply swallows them whole.
Primordial gods and demons come to her door to demand an explanation, then kneel and beg to stay and chop vegetables. Ambitious prodigies cultivate desperately for thirty thousand years, only to watch her laid-back daily life and have their Dao hearts crumble on the spot. Even the Heavenly Dao is won over by a bowl of home cooking and becomes her personal informant.
The whole primordial world kneels and calls her a hidden Primordial Chaos expert. Jiang Wan looks utterly bewildered.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I really haven't worked hard. The spiritual energy just burrows into my body on its own."
Theme: Reject the rat race
