The Cultivation World's Biggest Victim

[My upcoming story: "The Heartless Demonic Cultivator". The blurb is at the very end~] Cultivators must observe three precepts: avoid arrogance, avoid lust, and avoid the internet. The elders of Lingyun Sword Sect, the light of the righteous path, remind you: cultivators below the Golden Core stage must not spend more than two shichen online each day. Fellow Daoists, keep your disciples in line. Anyone freeloading off the sect master's Wi-Fi will die. Drawing talismans will keep you poor for life; practicing the sword will ruin three generations. Poverty drives Lingli, an outer disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect, to take a desperate risk and embark on the road of no return: earning spirit stones by playing games for clients. One night, she carries a client up the ranking ladder and kills the same enemy five times in a row. Afterwards, she discovers that the noob on the other side was actually the Demon Lord. Lingli: I'm doomed. To stop the Demon Lord from crawling through the internet to take revenge, Lingli cruelly disconnects and becomes hopelessly absorbed in sword practice. Under the shimmering moon, a stranger with a chilling sword intent steps into the bamboo grove where she is practicing. Lingli knocks the sword tassel from his hand with a single slash. The next day, the sect gathers. Lingyun Sword Sect's haughty senior brother stands with his sword, its hilt bare of its life-bound tassel. Lingli: I think I'm done for. Lingli decides to leave this Wi-Fi-less place of sorrow that is Lingyun Sword Sect for a while and travel a thousand miles to meet an online friend in person. At the meeting spot, she runs into the young master of the demon clan while he's in the middle of his heat. Looking at the young master's fluffy ears and fluffy tail, Lingli's hands tremble as she holds the catnip. Lingli: I'm probably finished. The cultivation world's top gossip sheet runs three submissions in a row, taking over the front page and headline. "The Demon Realm Offers a Huge Reward: Let's Talk About the Woman Who Injured Our Lord" "Lost-and-Found Notice from Lingyun Sword Sect: Whoever Picked Up Our Senior Brother's Personal Token, Please Turn Yourself In" "Demon Clan Marriage Notice: The Human Who Felt Up Our Young Master's Tail, Don't Think You Can Avoid Taking Responsibility" Lingli: All I did was take the Demon Lord's head five times, slash the senior brother without a word, and make things worse by giving the young master of the demon clan a really good petting. Lingli: What did I even do wrong! Reading guide: 1. Daily updates at 6 p.m. 2. A carefree, silly cultivation story set in a wonderfully weird world where cultivators are obsessed with the internet. Just have fun reading~ Upcoming story: "The Heartless Demonic Cultivator" Want to cultivate immortality? Go to school first. The 18th graduating class of the Demonic Cultivation Academy is in the middle of its final exams. On her master's assurance, "I could get these questions right with my eyes closed and my feet, so go ahead and draw one," Yin Que receives her exam question: [Infiltrate the righteous path and take the most precious thing belonging to its foremost figure.] Yin Que is bewildered: Who is the foremost figure of the righteous path? She asks for help on the demonic cultivator forum and gets four different answers: The Buddha's Son of Great Brightness Temple, the young master of Pure Sword Manor, the Dao Lord of Thousand Frost Snow Abbey, and the crown prince of the Rui'an Dynasty. Yin Que falls into thought: Which one is my exam question about? To graduate, Yin Que has no choice but to go undercover with each of them and try every option. At an ancient temple lit by green lanterns, the Buddha's Son coughs blood without end. The little demoness he rescued and raised in his meditation room cuts out her core and eagerly presents it to him. Yin Que: Could you trade me your most precious th The Buddha's Son gives her a complicated look. "I know how you feel. Even if the world will not accept us, I will never let you down." The young master of Pure Sword Manor goes down the mountain to exorcise demons and is ambushed, forced to swallow a love potion. He takes the antidote right away, but pretends to be under the potion's influence and becomes devoted to the antidote's key ingredient. The person who serves as the key ingredient feels deeply guilty. The young master uses her to destroy a demonic lair, then reveals the truth on the day of his victory: "I never loved you." Yin Que: It's all right, I forgive you. Could you give me your most preci Young master: So from now on, I'll learn to love you. At Thousand Frost Snow Abbey, the Dao Lord has been entrusted with raising his friend's orphaned daughter. Cold-hearted and unemotional, he considers it a troublesome duty that won't last long. Yin Que is obedient and filial for many years, searching all over the abbey without finding a single thing the Dao Lord cares about. Feeling dejected, she bids farewell to her senior: "I'm old enough to marry now. This is where we part." The Dao Lord closes his eyes, his voice hoarse. "Don't go. I'll give you a wedding procession stretching ten li." In the Rui'an Dynasty, the crown prince hosts a feast at Hongmen and invites the third prince, who harbors treasonous ambitions. The third prince gladly accepts, bringing along his fiancee, who has yet to marry into the family. Yin Que follows her cheap fiance around, eating and drinking at the banquet. When the third prince gives her a fake identity, he says, "This is a dangerous feast. I need you to take a blade for me." But the feast passes peacefully, right through to the end. Yin Que follows the third prince to say goodbye, but the crown prince says, "Sister-in-law, wait." In the cold, drafty Eastern Palace, the crown prince clamps a hand around Yin Que's wrist. "Once Father dies, the realm will be mine. Instead of following a traitor, why not become my crown princess?" With the deadline for her graduation exam approaching, Yin Que's master, who has been waiting in vain for her return, finally realizes he gave her the wrong exam question and hurriedly summons her back to school. Yin Que: Master, save me! Yin Que: My identity's been exposed, and all four exam subjects have come looking for me. What should I do QAQ A little extra: The Buddha's Son / Young Master / Dao Lord / Crown Prince: Were any of the things you said to me true? Yin Que: Every word was absolutely true. I really do want to graduate. If you like it, remember to visit my author page and hit favorite, cuties! Theme: Face life with optimism.