An Ordinary Person? Clearly a Genius

#Lighthearted cultivation slice of life + team-based challenge adventures + light mystery, with equal parts comedy and passion#

Fu Li transmigrates into an explicit novel one second, then falls off a cliff and wakes up badly injured, lame, and with no memories the next.

The healer says her symptoms are caused by damage to her spiritual meridians.

She stubbornly insists she's a victim of an unprompted transmigration.

The healer says nothing and simply increases her dosage.

As a newly disabled person who hasn't quite mastered her crutches, Fu Li doesn't want to be the male lead's lackey or the female lead's cannon fodder. To avoid attracting the attention of the original story's main characters, she decides to join a sect that's basically the cultivation world's remedial class. There, she'll help and support the other outcast idiots, happily cultivating together.

But Fu Li discovers that her cultivation buddies only do poorly because they've been using the wrong methods...

The young master of a wealthy family has an exceptional water spirit root, yet instead of becoming a soul cultivator, he insists on studying medicine, a path completely unsuited to him. To this day, he hasn't managed to refine a single decent pill.

Fu Li has a sudden idea. “How about learning about freeze-drying?”

The genius sword cultivator hailed as the most likely to ascend is sick of the rat race, and spends every day trapped in a spiral of self-doubt.

Fu Li has a sudden idea. “Guns are the path for a real man!”

Her senior sister, a love-struck Gu cultivator, keeps getting her heart played with by scumbags and cries for three days and three nights at a time.

Fu Li has a sudden idea. “You take this so seriously. You shouldn't be dating. You should be putting screen protectors on message talismans.”

Sect Master: “There's no shortcut to cultivation for a normal person.”

Fu Li: “But there is for demonic cultivators!”

Sect Master: “Someone, throw her out!”

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#Lighthearted slice of life + the supernatural + light mystery#

Xin Zhao, a second-generation deity, gets into serious trouble one second and is hauled off to face judgment the next.

The Heavenly Emperor gives her two choices:

One: Be banished to the Land of Chaos for 999 years of reflection.

Two: Be demoted to the mortal realm to serve as a City God for one lifetime, make amends, and bring blessings to the region.

Xin Zhao chooses the second without hesitation.

Being a City God should be easy. She can humor people during the day and ghosts at night. A mortal lifetime will be over in no time.

But less than three days after taking office, Xin Zhao regrets it...

Daytime.

“City God, bless me with wealth and prosperity, and may I earn money from every direction. It would be even better if I won the ten-million jackpot tomorrow.”

Xin Zhao looks at the man kneeling below her and his less-than-five-percent share of good karma and fortune. “...”

“God above, please bless me and my boyfriend with everlasting love, so we can grow old together. My friends say he's a player, but I looked it up. It's just that people born under his zodiac sign don't like replying to messages at night.”

Xin Zhao looks at the four red strings hanging over her scumbag boyfriend's head. “...”

“My boss is awful. Please, God, make him get his period!”

Xin Zhao looks at the boss's gender. “...”

Nighttime.

“Your good and bad deeds in life can earn you one wish. I, your lord, will grant it myself.”

“I want to live another five hundred years!”

Xin Zhao: “...Next.”

“I died so suddenly that I didn't get a chance to delete the chat logs on my computer and phone. Could you please wipe them all with one click, Immortal?”

Xin Zhao: “...Next.”

“My silly owner was pretty good to me. I hope she won't have to go hunting anymore, like me, and can stay home every day without worrying about food or drink.”

Xin Zhao: “I can't take another second of this job! Heavenly Emperor, I've changed my mind. Send me to the Land of Chaos!”

Temple keeper: “Immortal, there's a saying in the mortal world: a change of pace does you good.”

Before long, the City God temple is thriving with worshippers. At the same time, bizarre stories about wishes made at the temple begin spreading across social media.

Xin Zhao: “I really am a City God who grants every wish!”

Temple keeper: “...Heavenly Emperor, I've sinned. Please send me to the Land of Chaos!”

Theme: Even a slapdash outfit can turn the whole world upside down