The Immortal Venerable Scolds Me for Being a Disappointment Every Day

Su Wuling transmigrated.

She became a mixed spiritual root who had spent three years stuck at the first level of Qi Refining, the laughingstock of her sect.

The good news was that a ten-thousand-year-old immortal sovereign lived in her sea of consciousness.

The bad news was that this immortal sovereign's daily routine consisted of:

“With a spiritual root like yours, even a dog wouldn't want you.”

“Run faster! Even a Red-Fanged Rat can catch you?”

“The disciples I taught back then could fly during the Qi Refining stage...”

Su Wuling endured it.

Until the immortal sovereign said, “Go get close to Fu Buyou and obtain the paired-heart jade pendant on him.”

Su Wuling bristled. “You want me to become a bootlicker for that scheming, sharp-tongued man with a heart smaller than a needlepoint? Even a dog wouldn't do it!”

The immortal sovereign sighed languidly. “What a pity, what a pity. You could have reached Foundation Establishment in one month.”

Su Wuling: “...Fine! If a dog won't do it, then I will! I love doing this sort of thing!”

“I want to improve so badly, Senior!”

Later, she overturned the entire immortal-cultivation world with a single sword.

Everyone interviewed her. “What is the secret to your success?”

Su Wuling thought for a moment. “Maybe... I'm just rather lucky?”

Deep within her sea of consciousness, the ten-thousand-year-old immortal sovereign snorted. “Nonsense. It is because I taught you well.”

Later still, Fu Buyou cornered her against a wall and asked her coldly, “Didn't you say you only wanted to improve?”

Su Wuling gave a cheeky grin. “I've finished improving. Now I want to enter your heart.”