I, the Grind King, Rule the Cultivation World

Ning Xi transmigrated into a cultivation romance novel as the senior disciple, the foil to the love-struck male and female leads.

The senior disciple devoted herself to cultivation and worked tirelessly, but ultimately died beneath the tribulation lightning as she tried to break through. After her death, the leads realized that cultivation couldn't be forced, so they lay flat and ascended right where they were.

Ning Xi: What the heck?! You don't work hard at cultivation, and you think you can ascend on your love-struck brains alone? I'll outwork you all!

In a deep, secluded cave, the original male and female leads were fooling around when they sensed a powerful sword intent inside. Thinking a priceless treasure must be hidden there, they hurried in, thrilled.

Ning Xi, who had just swung her sword at the cave wall, turned around amid the rubble. She raised an eyebrow. "What? Here to challenge me?"

Feeling the overwhelming pressure sweeping toward them, the leads didn't dare make a sound.

At the sect tournament, Ning Xi bested everyone with her sword and stood proudly on the arena, her robes fluttering, her sharp spirit impossible to resist.

Her master stroked his beard and sighed. "The younger generation is formidable. Ah Xi truly is the finest disciple in the sect."

Ning Xi waved a hand casually. "Just basic stuff. No big deal."

In the cultivation world's joint secret realm, Ning Xi charged ahead, leading her fellow disciples to beat the other sects so badly they couldn't fight back and could only flee, yelping.

Her junior brothers and sisters gazed at her with stars in their eyes. "Senior Sister is so cool!! You! Are! My god!!"

Ning Xi smiled and nodded. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years... still east of the river."

#Me, utterly ordinary, a show-off, and my days ruling the cultivation world#

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Yan Yi had admired someone for years.

She was a born genius, breathtakingly beautiful, like the moon in the heavens, far beyond his reach.

He raised his head from the mire, yearning to touch her light from afar.

Until one day, the moon shone upon him.

[Career-focused · Spirited and confident · Show-off heroine × Tragic past · Heroine's number-one fan · Pitiful male lead]

[Reading Guide]:

1. Not a traditional healing story. The male lead always looks up to the heroine and sees her as his emotional support. There's no deeper meaning; I just want to write a humble male lead.

2. Not purely lighthearted. The world's consciousness will come into play later.

[Concept noted on 2022.3.26, may be updated.]

Theme: Strive forward with vigor