Crossover: The Planar General Store

[Story blurb] Su Ling opened a general store, but she wasn’t very business-minded. Compared with running the shop, she much preferred... Helping the Great Sage borrow the Plantain Fan Helping a girl who accidentally transmigrated into a desert get home Helping Peach Blossom Island’s heir overcome her obsession with romance Watching the chaos at Li Garden Seeing decades-long rivals team up to beat up a ninety-year-old man She was busy to death every day. How was she supposed to find time to run a shop? Here’s another upcoming story, also featuring a female lead with no romance. The Plain and Simple Life of a Second-Generation Cultivator I transmigrated, and my father was a stubborn old bachelor who insisted on living in the snowy mountains. Why do I call him a bachelor? Because I’ve never seen my mother since I was born. People say she abandoned her husband and daughter. But my father says, “Don’t listen to their nonsense. Your mother just ascended.” Yeah, right. If she really ascended, why has nobody ever praised her? You must have been abandoned, and you dragged me down with you. Later, I heard that my mother had ascended right here in these mountains. That was why my father refused to set foot beyond them again, becoming a stone statue gazing longingly after his wife. There was an imposing sect at the foot of the mountain. They say it’s the greatest sect under heaven. When I turned eighteen, the sect leader climbed the mountain and respectfully greeted my father. “Grand Martial Uncle.” My father gazed at the sky and grunted impatiently. The sect leader then turned to me. “Greetings, Martial Uncle.” I shook all over in shock, then naturally went on to live the outrageously lavish life of a spoiled heir. But one day, as I was drinking, a refined and handsome male cultivator suddenly came to assassinate me, shouting that he would rid the cultivation world of evil. I hurriedly asked my disciples and grand-disciples, “What’s going on?” The sect leader’s little disciple subdued him with a grappling move, tied him up in a suggestive pose, and presented him to me. “I heard he’s the dream man of countless female cultivators, so I specially invited him to perform a sword dance for Grand Martial Uncle.” “Oh, is that so?” With my grand-disciple’s explanation, I lay back down, reassured. “Keep the music playing and the dancing going!” As for the fact that I can cultivate both immortality and demonic powers, which would shock everyone if it got out, of course I have to keep it a secret. Why struggle when I can lie down? Theme: Freedom