I’m a Divine Chicken. What Can I Do for You?

[The female lead is an unapologetic believer in loving freely, and she'll return the feelings of anyone who loves her. So there will be more than one male lead, but don't expect a chicken to promise forever. She wants to become the Heavenly Emperor, okay?]

Tu Jin transmigrated to the cultivation world.

The bad news was that she'd become a chicken. A fluffy little yellow chick, freshly hatched.

The good news was that she was a spirit chicken, with delicious meat packed with spiritual energy and a single fire spirit root. A top delicacy praised throughout the cultivation world. Roasted, she'd surely be chewy, springy, juicy, and delicious.

Tu Jin: ...Should I just do a live demonstration of stewing myself in an iron pot?

In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak. Tu Jin wanted to escape her fate as an ingredient, but human cultivation techniques weren't suited to her. Fortunately, she discovered that the spirit chicken lineage carried a trace of divine beast blood. Maybe... she could cultivate by eating?

Tu Jin: Folks, this is my moment! Time to take flight!

She flapped her little wings, stretched her little legs, and went from a delicacy of the immortal realm to a cultivator by eating her way to the top!

Tu Jin focused on her cultivation. Once she grew powerful, she attracted plenty of admirers of the opposite sex.

The arrogant little cat demon who'd grown up with her, the aloof and revered first master of an immortal sect, a rakish and wealthy fellow disciple uncle, her natural enemy, a giant black-scaled flood dragon, and the young emperor, supreme ruler of the mortal realm...

They watched her shed her old self and be reborn in flames, but in the end, none of them could catch her or make her stay.

Afterward, Tu Jin hitched up her skirt and ran, laughing coldly. “With no man in my heart, my cultivation comes naturally!”

What did she truly want? What she truly wanted was to stand at the summit of the gods, looking down on them and the Heavenly Dao:

“So what if I used to be a chicken? Never underestimate the myriad things beneath the heavens. Anyone can stir up this world!”

Theme: Life is like rowing upstream. If you don't move forward, you'll fall behind.