The Zen-Minded Spirit Chef's Daily Life of Mysticism

Rolling around and begging you to bookmark my next novel: Woke Up to Find the Entire Sect Is Full of Villains: Struggling to Survive in a Shura Field

Also rolling around and begging you to bookmark these upcoming novels:

Fantasy romance: The Dragon Protagonist I Broke Off My Engagement With Can Read Minds: The dragon protagonist I broke off my engagement with is a hopeless romantic.

Fantasy: After Reading Minds, the Dragon Protagonist Keeps Himself Pure for Me: Even the dragon protagonist has to uphold proper conduct for my sake.

This novel is complete. Take your time and enjoy!

Blurb 1:

Ever since Bai Tangsu found a new part-time job, the terrible luck she'd suffered for the first eighteen years of her life completely turned around.

Her grades were poor, so Bai Ze, who knew everything under the sun, tutored her.

When her love rival tried to humiliate her, the peerlessly handsome Nine-Tailed Fox came to back her up.

Her purse was empty, so the wealthy Pixiu volunteered to hand over his entire fortune.

She sincerely felt that this was the beginning of her leaving her bad luck behind and heading toward a happy life.

But she never imagined she was still far too naive.

After that,

She ran into an evil spirit at a class reunion.

She shared a lucky carp post, only to be plagued by strange events.

At a friend's wedding, the bride gave her a sinister smile.

Even taking the bus could lead to a midnight fright.

Bai Tangsu was on the verge of tears.

No, this can't be real.

Blurb 2:

Ever since a human cub who made delicious desserts started working at the shop, the big shots began doting on her every moment of every day.

When the weather turned cold, they brought her a scarf woven from Vermilion Bird feathers.

When it got hot, they brought her a set of thousand-year-old chill jade offered by the Snow Maiden.

The little cub was fragile and adorable. They had to cherish, pamper, and protect her!

Until one day, the cub punched a thousand-year-old vengeful ghost and kicked a ten-thousand-year-old demon.

Then she looked up at them with a sweet smile. “Sorry I'm late. Are you hurt?”

The big shots: “...”

Years later, an unmentionable forum opened a dedicated fan thread for her.

The male demons' cinnabar moles, the female ghosts' moonlight! The tagline: You're sweeter than sugar. (You know what to do.)

Science: I have just one last question for you.

Bai Tangsu: Did you ever believe?

Content warning: The romance and the male lead both show up very late, so don't ship the wrong couple, cuties!

This isn't a light, episodic comedy about the heroine acting silly with a bunch of old monsters.

Nor is it a Mary Sue story where the heroine is in charge of looking pretty while the big shots dote on her.

This is simply a breathlessly absurd story where the heroine handles the plot and the big shots handle the silliness and the pretty faces.

The author is a beginner and the writing is still rather immature. Little angels, please offer suggestions gently.

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Woke Up to Find the Entire Sect Is Full of Villains: Struggling to Survive in a Shura Field

My name is Qian Manman, and I'm a bottom-ranking disciple of the Yutian Sect.

Though my aptitude is poor, my ancestor once saved the maternal aunt of the maternal aunt of the Third Elder, so my life has been fairly comfortable.

I'm not ambitious anyway. I don't seek immortality or ascension. I just want to eat my fill and wait for death.

Then one day, I inexplicably gained what seemed to be an incredible skill:

I could see everyone's real name and judge whether they were good or evil by the color of their names.

To my horror, I discovered

The usually refined, courteous, and well-mannered genius eldest senior brother: blood red.

The irritable second elder, who devoted himself to upholding justice and despised evil: blood red.

The saintly junior uncle, frail and sickly, who spent most of his time in seclusion recuperating: blood red.

Weak and helpless, I was so frightened that I quickly clung to my younger junior brother, who had suffered a tragic childhood and endless abuse, yet remained kind and resilient.

I never expected the little junior brother to smile sweetly at me, and then have the name above his head turn so red it was almost black.

Me: ???

Theme: Love can level mountains and seas.