Cultivation workaholic Tang Lisan died beneath the tribulation lightning as she ascended, with countless people watching. When she opened her eyes again, it was the day before she was due to join the Shangqing Sect.
Given another chance, if I work myself to the bone again, may I be a dog.
She politely turned down her former-life master, who wept and begged to take her as a disciple, then passed by the fellow disciples she'd worked half to death back then. Carrying a fortune-telling banner, tossing divination coins, and rolling dice to choose her path, she became a carefree fortune-teller.
When hungry, she ate street food. When night fell, she stayed at an inn. When she ran out of money, she read fortunes, then went to the gambling house to cheat at cards. Tang Lisan couldn't help thinking that being an immortal was no better than this. She'd wasted her previous life working herself to the bone at every turn.
But ever since she was caught in a thunderstorm in the wilderness and forced to spend a night in a deserted temple, different "people" began knocking on her door every sixth day, just after midnight.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock-knock.
Tang Lisan was dead tired and thoroughly fed up. She flung open the door.
"It's the middle of the night. You'd better have a good reason."
Theme: Even after spending a fortune, it will come back to you
