Before she transmigrated, Miao Tiancheng was a struggling artist, painting cultivation comics every day.
As the saying goes: You work until dawn, then the King of Hell calls the roll. The military register has twelve volumes, and every volume has my name.
After she transmigrated, Miao Tiancheng was a poor orphan, so hungry every day that she couldn't sleep. She scraped by drawing illustrations for a bookstore.
When she was selected by an immortal sect, she looked at her master, dressed in black with a face as cold as stone, and thought: He looks like an old-fashioned stickler. I'd better keep those comics I've drawn well hidden, or I might give the old man a heart attack.
Who knew the first thing that stone-faced master would say was:
"So, in the end, does Xiao Hei leave with Xiao Jin or Xiao Hong?"
Miao Tiancheng: Good grief! How did my brand-new master already read my comics?!
Wait, should I tell him that Xiao Lan is going to appear later, and Xiao Lan is Xiao Hong's destined partner?
Would my master disappear if I told him?
As it turned out, her master was reliable. He wouldn't kick her out of the sect over something like that.
He would just wait around the clock, twenty-four hours a day, to read the first draft.
Miao Tiancheng drew and drew, and drew some more. She drew until time and the world blurred away, until all of Jiuzhou had become her readership, and until she had survived eighty-one heavenly tribulations. Only when the divine light of the Heavenly Dao came to usher her away did she finally come to her senses.
Had she become an immortal through drawing comics?
Miao Tiancheng: Thanks for asking. Honestly, at the time, I thought I'd finally drawn myself to death.
* A feel-good female protagonist story, probably no angst
* CP: Qiu Guipu x Miao Tiancheng
Theme: Keep drawing until you drop, and you'll grow stronger in the end
