Portable Space: The Master Grower

Yi Yilan was betrayed by both her husband and her best friend, then died a miserable death at her friend's hands.

When she opened her eyes again, modern-day Yi Yilan had become Yi Xiujuan in another world.

Facing her miserable mother-in-law gathered by the bed, her broken younger brother, and her wailing young son, the most important thing was that her husband was dead. Well! Her dreams had all come true in an instant.

The grain jar was empty, and she had no money. What was she going to do?

Thankfully, Heaven had a heart and gave her a miraculous pocket dimension.

It had not only fertile land and a spirit-infused spring, but also pavilions and towers, bridges and streams, immortal birds and divine beasts, and rare flowers and plants.

Yi Xiujuan was delighted!

But it was all just a mirage: she could see it, but she couldn't touch it.

What? To enter the pavilion, she first had to cover that patch of dark soil with plants?

Fine! She'd get to work.

But...

Why was her belly getting bigger by the day?

Oh heavens! This had to be a ghost!

Currently serializing: [Journey to the West] Eighty-One Trials, Eighty-One New Experiences

Zhou Er considered herself a diligent corporate drone, but after her client made her revise a design 81 times, only to say the first draft had been better, she finally snapped.

Not 10 drafts, not 20, but 81! Even Tang Monk's pilgrimage wasn't this bad.

Zhou Er swore she'd really tried to put up with it. But enough was enough, so she... passed out.

She'd only just regained consciousness, and hadn't even opened her eyes when she was hit with a verbal assault. "Crap, who hit me? Have you got a death wish?"

"Wait, where is this? And who is this gorgeous woman glowing in front of me?"

"What?! Just because she insulted the Buddha, now the Buddha wants her to personally go through the Eighty-One Trials?"

"No! I'm sorry!"

So Zhou Er ran. She ran, they chased, and she couldn't escape. After Guanyin Bodhisattva caught her and dragged her back yet again, Zhou Er gave up. So what if it was a pilgrimage? So what if there were 81 trials? So what if she had to take 81 beatings? She... tearfully accepted this nightmarish fate.

But something was off about this Tang Monk! Why did this fussy, girlish way of speaking sound so much like the client who'd given her such a hard time?

After probing from all sides, Zhou Er was sure: it was that jerk. She rubbed her hands together. "Heh heh heh..."

"Dear client, these 81 trials are worth every penny!"

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