Changsheng Sect is an obscure little sect in the cultivation world, and everyone there lives by the philosophy of being a lazy fish.
Yun Chaoyan is the sect leader's daughter in this life. She has both parents, money, and looks.
Her only complaint is that the senior disciple her mother brought home is constantly pushing himself to the limit, and insists she do the same.
This exhausting cycle of working hard and collapsing lasted until it came to an abrupt end when she turned sixteen.
Her senior brother had gone missing, and he was suspected to be connected to one of the five top sects.
Chaoyan thought carefully about her time with her senior brother and decided he was actually a pretty good person.
So the lazy fish picked up the sword he'd left behind and charged headlong into the cultivation world's once-in-a-decade Gathering of Young Talents. It was her only way to get close to the top sects.
Just as Chaoyan was preparing to be beaten into a little pancake by her opponents, she was suddenly swept into a place that looked like a forest.
It turned out the rules had changed this year. It wasn't one-on-one, but a huge melee.
She looked at the opponents glaring at her.
The top disciple of the Sword Sect, born with a sword bone; a genius alchemist whose pills were impossible to come by...
They were all famous prodigies and paragons of their generation, names she'd only heard in rumors.
Chaoyan's legs went weak. She nearly fell to her knees.
Senior Brother, please possess me!
A newcomer had appeared at the gathering of the most gifted young cultivators. They said she was a disciple from some little sect.
She wasn't particularly strong, but somehow always managed to clear each round in all sorts of bizarre ways.
Even more absurdly, those proud prodigies who looked down on everyone acted as if they'd been cursed, scrambling to get close to her.
The top disciple of Wanjian Pavilion, born with a sword bone, proud and aloof, with no one in his eyes, personally taught her swordsmanship and protected her life;
The dazzlingly talented junior disciple of Lingyun Sect taught her spells, stood up for her, and pressed his forehead to hers. "Sister, are you this nice to only me?"
The young master of Tianji Pavilion, hailed as a divine son, was curious about the cultivator who had recently become famous. He went over for a look, and ended up willingly divining the secrets of fate for her.
Meanwhile, the person at the center of it all worried every day: "Where's my senior brother?"
They heard she had entered the competition for her senior brother's sake, too.
Everyone gritted their teeth. "He'd better not come back!"
Content warnings:
1. The male lead is undecided.
2. The heroine is not a strong-willed character.
Theme: Even when mired in the mud, keep your heart turned toward the sun
