[Blurb]
Song Jiujiu is mildly socially anxious, and her college major is... suona in the traditional Chinese music department.
While she was wondering what she should do after graduation, she inexplicably transmigrated to the cultivation world.
There, she has a powerful background and can lie flat without a care.
Then her senior brother is gravely injured by someone and loses his spiritual roots, while her parents disappear on their way home.
Song Jiujiu has no choice but to leave the mountain.
*
Much later.
A group of young people playing gongs and drums while "leading funeral processions" has appeared in the cultivation world.
On the battlefield beyond the realms, a brilliant new sight has appeared too: a suona loud enough to shake the heavens.
#It's our duty as young people to preserve and pass on the suona tradition!#
[Coming soon: Stop, this isn't normal!]
In response to the Six Realms' latest policy, the Ten Kings of Hell each enter the mortal world and reincarnate to experience the seven emotions and six desires.
Before leaving, they temporarily entrust the entire underworld to Granny Meng, who has not appeared before the ghosts in thousands of years.
In Granny Meng's first month managing the underworld, the Demon Lord appears on the Bridge of Helplessness every day... to ladle soup and send souls on their way.
In the sixth month of Granny Meng's tenure, no one knows how the Ten Kings of Hell are faring in their reincarnations and their experience of the seven emotions and six desires. But Granny Meng and the Demon Lord leave the Bridge of Helplessness together and go to the World Tree, where they permanently tie their red threads of fate for the next tens of thousands of years.
[Coming soon: Selling Dreams to the Entire Cultivation World]
Before the old sect leader of Tianyan Sect passed away, he brought back a little girl he had found at the foot of the mountain and accepted her as his final disciple.
A year later, as he was about to pass away, the old sect leader clutched the new disciple's hand and, coughing, gave his instructions in front of a dozen disciples: "The sect leader, right, her..." He wanted them to take good care of her!
Before he could finish, the old sect leader passed away.
After his death, Nan Xiaoxing became the new sect leader of Tianyan Sect, under the many different gazes of the disciples.
She had nothing except a silver tongue brought from a thousand years in the future and an extraordinary talent for selling people on big dreams.
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To the senior brother who had been the most likely candidate to lead Tianyan Sect:
Nan Xiaoxing: "It makes no difference whether it's you or me. We're working for the future of Tianyan Sect. We'll run the sect together. I'll handle things inside, and you can handle things outside. One day, our sect will surely have a place on this continent!"
Later... Nan Xiaoxing sunbathed and enjoyed the breeze on Tianyan Sect's back mountain, while the senior brother was kept running around by the sect's ever-expanding operations. He didn't set foot in the sect for ten years.
To the second senior brother, who wanted to leave and find another sect after an upheaval within their sect:
Nan Xiaoxing: "Stay. Once the sect has grown, I'll find every pill recipe in the world for you. Whatever you want, we'll get it!"
Once the sect had grown, the pill recipes were found and the Pill Peak was built. The second senior brother was made to sit in front of the furnace every day, where they urged him to "make money to support the sect!"
To the junior sister, a hopeless romantic who was heartbroken and ready to end it all, with no interest in anything else:
Nan Xiaoxing: "See those strong, muscular sword cultivators on the neighboring mountain? Work hard! Once we absorb their mountain, you can pick any kind you like. What's one or two little romances compared to that?"
The night they absorbed the neighboring mountain, Nan Xiaoxing didn't even have to say a word. The junior sister raised her hand and, carrying a sack, headed over there. "Pick? What kind of respectable person still picks? I'll just take them all home in a sack!"
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Much later.
Tianyan Sect flourished. Not only everyone in the sect, but the entire cultivation world had bought into her big dreams, except... the new disciple she had picked up at the foot of the mountain.
The new disciple was useless at everything and ate more than anyone, yet every day she would walk up to Nan Xiaoxing with a perfectly straight face and say confidently, "Master, see those hundreds of pigs on the back mountain? Once I sell them all, I'll buy back those two hundred high-grade spirit stone mines you had your eye on last time!"
Theme: Preserve and pass on the suona tradition
Putting on a Flop for the Paranoid Villain
The Analects, Bricks Solve Everything
Winning Over the Villain, One Splurge at a Time
Give It Up! This Isn't Normal
The Sect Leader Carries Us to Victory by Shamelessly Stealing the Show
The Sword Cultivator Uncle Is Forced to Draw Cards (Cultivation)
When a Salted-Fish Bigwig Has to Teach and Raise Kids in Ancient Times [Infrastructure]
I Worked Hard in the 1970s Just to Become a Couch Potato
I don't accept this ending (?д?;?) Why should Senior Brother Mo and Niu Niu be killed? It's obviously a novel, why do I still have regrets!
I thought it was a happy sand glyph, but the ending was sudden.
I must have obsessive-compulsive disorder. The number of completed words is all integers. Those 0,000 are very comfortable to put together.
There are relatively few emotional scenes, which is good
The ending is a bit too fast. I only saw half of it, which is the exciting part. I'm sad. I can only wait happily for the next one.
I want a side story, I want a sweet side story
There won't be any extra episodes, woo woo woo, when I was chasing it, I didn't expect it to end so quickly. I was still thinking about Jiujiu and Yueyue's sweet daily life, but I still finished it and sprinkled flowers.
Wow, I cried immediately, I really don't want them to die TT
Mo Yidao's death felt meaningless. It was a tragic death.
I always feel that this world is as beautiful as Erzhoumu, and the knife cannot be the story of Zhoumu. I always feel that my senior brother's character will turn dark in a matter of seconds, and Megatron's kid is really full of flags.