Everyone in My Sect Says I’m Sick

I'm the most ordinary disciple under the Lotus Venerable of the cultivation world. My sect's values are unconventional, and its morals have fallen apart. I'm so ordinary that I often feel I don't fit in.

Take my master, for example. They tried hanging themself to become a demon, and even wanted to drag me off a cliff with them.

But they think there's something wrong with me.

Everyone else seeks immortality and enlightenment. I just want to go home, turn on the air conditioner, surf the internet, and spend every day eating my fill and waiting to die. I refuse to cultivate.

For a cultivator, that's the greatest sickness of all.

After I was caught trying to run away, everyone in the sect was willing to turn evil if that was what it took to cure me.

Reader's guide:

First-person narration, melodramatic and outrageous, with a dark, vulgar flavor. Every plot point serves the romance. A self-indulgent story written for my own comfort and kinks. No writing advice, please.

Not a strong heroine, not a wish-fulfillment story. The heroine is very, very weak and will not grow stronger.

Even a tiny worm would get bullied in this story.

The author's heart is fragile. Any comments attacking the author will be deleted as soon as I see them.

Theme: Love life, and the world will open up before you