A Good-for-Nothing Junior Sister, but a High God

[The completed novel is undergoing a major revision. I am not responsible for any text in pirated copies.]

Fed up with tens of thousands of years of nonstop drudgery in the heavenly realm, Qing Ye decided to fake her death and run away. But she was struck by heavenly lightning, which destroyed her immortal body and grievously wounded her soul. She fell into the mortal world and slept for a thousand years.

When she opened her eyes again, she had become a good-for-nothing despised by everyone in the cultivation world.

Qing Ye, once the big shot of the heavenly realm: Who do you despise? Me?

Fortunately, a sect recognized her worth and invited her to join, treating her like a precious treasure. Qing Ye went along, relieved. Then she discovered that the people in this sect were all completely abnormal.

The sickly young senior brother came from a family of sword cultivators, and swung his long sword until he coughed up three pints of blood.

The second senior sister was devoted to the Dao, studying and training day and night without rest. When she looked up, she was still at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.

The eldest senior brother, the sect leader, had every spiritual root and an excellent constitution, yet considered himself mediocre. He spent his days cooking and doing laundry, and became a jack of all trades and master of none.

Qing Ye, who had led countless troops: Enough!

She looked at the young senior brother, coughing blood in the wind:

Do you really have to practice swordsmanship? Why not look at that pile of top-grade pills in your furnace?

The second senior sister, sunk in gloom:

We're people of the demonic path. We don't need to follow the traditional route of cultivation.

The honest, straightforward eldest senior brother:

Come on, put down that spatula. Repeat after me: I'm a genius, and I'm going to ascend.

*

Lingxiao Sect had no money, no people, and no talent. It was widely considered the worst sect in the cultivation world.

That was until the sect selection, when they came across a little female cultivator with nowhere else to go. Her dantian was blocked and her spiritual meridians destroyed. She was a genuine good-for-nothing.

At first, the sect members only wanted to bring someone back to make their sect look more substantial.

Then they realized they'd struck gold.

Under her guidance, the second senior sister, whose cultivation had stalled, advanced several stages in a row. The second senior brother, abandoned by his family, made a name for himself. The mediocre eldest senior brother shone brilliantly...

And the junior sister herself glowed with the golden light of ascension.

Lingxiao Sect: !!!

We've made it, folks!

*

With the sect thriving, Qing Ye was glad to sever all ties with the immortal realm. She was just about to start a happy life of eating her fill and waiting to die.

A long-dormant thread in her divine consciousness suddenly lit up: "Was playing dead fun?"

#Who said that

#I've already 'died,' can you leave me alone?

#Oh, you're a ghost too. Never mind

Reading tips:

A big shot helps a group of underlings rise again and throw their weight around.

The heroine doesn't level up. She's been max level all along.

Cultivation stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Entering Immortality, Transformation, Return to Origin

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My Dead Ex-Husband Became My Dao Companion Again. Please follow~

The day I met Xie Huaiwei, the first spring rain of the year fell upon the mortal world. He lay gravely wounded in a pool of blood, rain soaking through his thin robe and revealing black, gleaming dragon scales beneath his pale skin.

At the time, he didn't know I was a demon hunter.

Saving a demon's life isn't enough to earn its sincere affection.

So I pretended to be pitiful and weak, and feigned affection. Sure enough, he fell for me step by step. We married, slept in the same bed, and were intimate without reserve. Finally, when his feelings were at their strongest, I stabbed him in the heart.

Xie Huaiwei died in my arms, and the overwhelming demonic aura burned my eyes.

I was left half blind and hunted by my enemies. Through the heavy smell of blood, I vaguely saw a tall figure slowly approaching. He drove off those people, then gripped my chin and asked if I needed a Dao companion.

"I'm married."

"So what?"

"I killed him."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Those who cultivate the Heartless Dao think differently from ordinary people. Even marriage is just a way to break through a bottleneck.

His voice was icy, but his lips were hot when he kissed me. His technique was clumsy, and he could even be a little rough when we became more intimate.

We shared a life together. He cultivated his Dao, and I healed my injuries.

It was raining again when I regained my sight.

Overjoyed, I ran to find him. Through the misty rain, a young man in black stood tall and elegant.

He was feeding chickens in the courtyard, looking perfectly at ease, but his features were so familiar that I could barely breathe.

#I killed my husband

#But I didn't know he had two lives

#The main story is told from a third-person perspective

Theme: Love yourself before loving someone else