Planting Melons to Become an Immortal

She gets muddled over little things and second-guesses herself over big ones. As an ordinary person, Wen Rui is often told she doesn’t live up to her reputation.

She enrolled in a cultivation university, but, uh, she’s studying in the ordinary people’s department.

“Actually, you’re not an ordinary person. Your spirit marrow has a bit of a problem, though. But a father’s grudge is a daughter’s duty to avenge, so you have to take responsibility for me and find the person who hurt me. Make him try burning his spirit marrow too.” That’s what her dad said.

“Big sis, with your IQ, I think you should just forget it!” Her younger cousin, Wen Xiu, shook his head scornfully.

“You really are hopelessly muddled!” Yan Lanxi rubbed her hair, which had frozen into a solid lump. “I said I wanted the Water Drawing Spell!”

As a cultivator, Wen Rui felt the pressure was enormous.