After Entering the Classic of Mountains and Seas, I Rely on Raising Male Gods' Affection to Return

The night Liu Qingqing died suddenly while revising the eighteenth draft of her proposal, she opened her eyes and found herself back in the summer when she was seven.

A talking calico cat perched on the wall and told her: this was the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The world was falling apart, and if she gathered twelve Mountain God Pearls within sixty-two days and completed the book, she could go home.

But someone had arrived three days before her. That person didn't talk to the mountain gods. They stole from them.

With a grid notebook tucked under her arm, she followed the cat, all prickly words and soft heart, from mountain to mountain: the ape on Mount Zhaoyao who knew every passerby, the nameless nine-tailed fox that had waited three thousand years on Qingqiu, the little bird on Mount Fajiu that had carried stones for thousands of years...

She had planned to finish this assignment like a KPI and run.

Until she realized that a bookworm was eating the book away, one bite at a time. The words were fading, the mountains were collapsing, and the pen in her hand was the only thing that could keep the gods from disappearing.

"You still have many roads ahead of you. Remember, there's a little bird that has been throwing stones for thousands of years, and it's still throwing them."