The Stand-In Is Too Impressive

Her father was paralyzed, so Hua Wuxie inherited his trade. She was busy slaughtering pigs in the steaming-hot backyard when a group of immortal cultivators suddenly swooped down from the sky and carried her off.

The young master of the Lan clan's younger sister, a junior disciple in the immortal realm, had died unexpectedly. Hua Wuxie was about the same age and looked just like her, so the Lan clan head brought her to the immortal realm to enjoy a life of comfort.

Hua Wuxie: Oh, a stand-in. I get it.

With no more hard work slaughtering pigs to pay off debts, her father got a second chance at love and married the widow Wang from the village.

She was quite happy staying in the immortal realm, where she got to live her dream life as a carefree couch potato.

She ate, drank, and slept, fed chickens, tended flowers, and watched dogs fight. Her most strenuous activity was running errands and delivering messages for her fellow disciples.

When her fellow disciples took her along to exorcise evil spirits and earn spirit stones, she just brought along the fat chicken she'd raised and acted as their cheerleader, all talk and no action.

The Lan clan was poor, pinching every spirit stone until it split in two. As a lowly little immortal realm, it was often bullied by the great immortal realms. But the fellow disciples were close, and the atmosphere was harmonious. It was the perfect retirement haven, chosen by fate.

One day, fiends attacked. The fellow disciples were driven back step by step, and the little immortal realm was in danger.

Hua Wuxie grabbed the fat chicken she'd been raising and removed the bell seal on her wrist, a wooden bead. Instantly, baleful energy surged into the sky.