I Really Was Sent Up Here

Chang Wuyou, the first person to become an immortal in a mortal body. There are many legends about her. But Wuyou, already in the heavens, has a hard time putting it into words: I really was sent up here by them. Would anyone believe me? Chang Wuyou, courtesy name An Yi. Her parents had only one wish for her: that she live a peaceful, carefree life. After all, Wuyou was the only child in the family without a spiritual vein. She did not ask for much. She only wanted to live happily with her family. Until one day, her entire family was slaughtered, leaving only her. Covered in blood, Chang Wuyou stumbled away in a daze. There was only one thought in her mind: revenge. The demonic sects had been wiped out for over a hundred years. Cultivators did as they pleased, and mortal lives were worth no more than ants. Chang Wuyou gathered a few people and somehow managed to put together a demonic sect. A few poor little demonic cultivators followed their sect leader, who had no spiritual vein, hiding from place to place every day. Chang Wuyou wanted more than revenge. She also wanted mortals to be able to live with dignity. At the time, they had no idea that it would be another 157 years before they became famous, emerged as the saviors of mortals, and sent their mortal sect leader soaring to immortality. Reader's note: The author has never cultivated immortality, so there are many original ideas. There will be sections where the female lead develops infrastructure alongside mortals. Later on, she will turn the cultivation world upside down for their sake. Updates at 9 p.m. Fantasy pre-release, My Ancestor and the Cat Live in Harmony: The young ancestor raised a cat. The cat was quite old, and even lazier than the ancestor. The person and cat lived together on the mountain for a whole year. The sect elders said no one was allowed to bother the young ancestor. The young ancestor had failed her tribulation and injured her spiritual vein, so she could live however she pleased. Three years later, the young ancestor's ward opened. A pretty little girl with red lips and white teeth stepped out. The little girl opened her mouth and said, "Meow, meow, meow." For the young ancestor's sake, the sect gritted its teeth and accepted this meowing auntie-master. He had thought his fate was already set. He had merely raised a poor little creature just like himself on a whim. Only later did he realize that the one he had raised was the variable in his destiny. Theme: Everyone is equal, and everyone deserves a happy life.