A Survival Guide for the Cultivation World's Biggest Menace

[Don't read this, it's an embarrassing old work] Mo Tang was infamous throughout the cultivation world as a menace. She was at the Great Ascension stage and a seventh-grade talisman master. If someone rubbed her the wrong way, she'd slap them with a Thunderbolt Talisman, then flee with a Ten-Thousand-Mile Teleportation Talisman. They couldn't beat her, and they couldn't catch her. Then one day, the menace Mo Tang died. After death, she discovered that she had become a soul floating up into the sky, and no one could see her. So Mo Tang watched as the stingy Ancestor of the Southern Border held a ten-day banquet to celebrate her death. Shenling, the fairy of the Xiaoyao Sect, opened a lecture hall and gave away a century's worth of wisdom. And then there was the Demon King of the Northern Border... Mo Tang: "...You little bastards, I've memorized every one of your names!" - Mo Tang floated around for over a hundred years, watching helplessly as the demons invaded and the cultivation world fell. She shut her eyes, only to be reborn a month after the menace's death, in a body that was barely alive. Mo Tang: Hahaha, I'm back. Sure, she'd still die when the cultivation world fell a hundred years later, but first she had to get revenge, then make those jerks die! Mo Tang strode forward furiously, but after three steps, she spat out a huge mouthful of blood and began to stagger along. She'd almost forgotten. This body was too weak. - Yan Shichu was the sect master of the Tianji Sect. His actions were bizarre and unpredictable, and he was a master of vanishing without a trace. He'd always thought he was strange enough. Until he met a woman. That day, The woman sat there with a sinister grin, wiping her sword. Her eyes glinted viciously as she muttered, "This time, I'm going to beat the old geezer to tears. And they're holding a banquet? Does the sect have too many treasures? Maybe I'll go take a look!" With that, the woman stood up and swung her sword at a bamboo stalk. The bamboo stayed intact. The sword broke. Yan Shichu: "...Tsk." Few people could make swordplay look that bad. Another day, The woman's swordplay looked halfway decent. She raised her sword and swung, sending more than three hundred talismans flying from her sleeves. They stuck all over her opponent, leaving him unrecognizable. Her opponent didn't move a muscle. The woman spat out a huge mouthful of blood. Her opponent was stunned. Another day, The woman stood outside the Tianji Sect and waved her wine flask at Yan Shichu. "Yan Shichu, come out and drink!" His eyes darkened. He curved his lips into a smile and walked over. "Let's go." A guide to the story: 1. The heroine starts off battered and bruised. Progression fantasy, long-form. 2. The male lead is ridiculously powerful and won't show up until later. Coming soon: [The Narrator Is... Me?] Mo Shuang caught the wave of the times and transmigrated into a fantasy novel about an overpowered hero. But she wasn't the heroine, the villainess, or even a cannon fodder character. She was the narrator. The protagonist encountered a cannon fodder character and was humiliated and bullied. Mo Shuang was still working hard to cultivate and achieve immortality when a flash of white light appeared before her eyes. Suddenly, she was standing between the protagonist and the cannon fodder, holding a book. "Dongfang Aotian's gaze turned cold, and the skies shifted. The cannon fodder was so terrified that his soul nearly left his body." Mo Shuang: "..." The protagonist and heroine entered a secret realm, facing life and death. Mo Shuang was staring at a huge pork knuckle, drooling, when white light flashed before her eyes and she appeared behind the hero and heroine, holding a script. "At last, Dongfang Aotian realized who mattered most to him. The two embraced, their hearts filled with nothing but each other." Mo Shuang: I wish I could go blind. Later, she learned that the higher her cultivation, the more she could make things up, and she smiled. The male lead met his beloved again, his eyes reddening as he reached out, unable to contain himself. Mo Shuang: "The person Dongfang Aotian could never forget was still Leng Yun Xianzi's personal guard! The moment they met, he could barely contain his excitement." The male lead's hand veered aside, and he grabbed the heroine's guard, trembling. The heroine: ? The guard: ? Mo Shuang: Hehe. - Yao Su was the senior disciple of Biyun Peak, exceptionally gifted and peerless with a sword. Noble and cold as ice, he was respected by everyone. Recently, he'd noticed someone: his junior sister Mo Shuang, who had only recently joined the sect. According to Mo Shuang herself, she was cursed. Every so often, the Heavenly Dao would make her disappear and send her to the abyss. He'd witnessed it a few times. Then, One day, as he left the house, he saw his junior sister appear out of thin air in front of a man. Holding a book, she read with a look of disdain: "Dongfang Aotian furrowed his brow and swung his sword. His opponent did thirty somersaults to dodge... Ah, maybe it was three." Yao Su watched as the man's opponent did thirty somersaults, landed dizzy and disoriented, and was defeated by a single sword strike. Yao Su: Oh, wow. Even more incredible, it seemed nobody else could see his junior sister. Theme: Repay kindness with gratitude