You Ruined My Foundation? I’ll Ascend by Swinging a Spatula!

After Xie Zhao died, she transmigrated into the body of an unfortunate girl. Not only had her face been ruined, but her path to immortality had been cut off. The real heiress casually slapped her. Before Xie Zhao could even cry, all her former senior brothers surrounded her and demanded an apology because she had hurt the real heiress’s hand. One line, “You’ve stolen Ying’er’s identity for so long. You owe her all of this,” was enough to dismiss everything Xie Zhao had suffered. In the main hall of the Xuanqing Sect, the sect leader gave her two choices. “Admit you were wrong, or get out.” Her second senior brother declared, “Don’t worry, she wouldn’t dare leave.” As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhao stood up, handed over her sect token, and walked out. Her second senior brother added, “She’ll definitely be back within three days.” * A new restaurant opened in Lotus Isle, near the five great sects. Business was booming, and it made a fortune every day. Everyone was drawn in, from the cold-faced Immortal Venerable at the Great Ascension stage to the promising new disciples at the Qi Refining stage, even a demon dragon that had been asleep for many years. One day, Xie Zhao spotted a sneaky figure while she was busy. She stepped forward and knocked off his bamboo hat. Underneath was her second senior brother, his cheeks stuffed full of food. Xie Zhao: “...” Second Senior Brother: “...”