by SpitefulRoots
Wei Liang survived fifteen years of corporate overtime, three apartment moves, and one particularly aggressive performance review. Then she died at her desk and woke up as a bluebell in a cursed crater. She is not pleased. The crater is toxic. The soil is terrible. Something ancient and wrong lives in the center. And a junior cultivator just tried to pick her. She has no cultivation manual. No system. No plan. What she does have is fifteen years of keeping tomatoes alive in a north-facing apartment and a truly unreasonable amount of spite. It will have to be enough. ---
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