I’m Stirring Up Internal Competition in the Cultivation World

After Qin Shu transmigrates into a novel, she learns that she is a fake who replaced her younger half-sister to cultivate immortality.

After eight years of cultivation, the younger half-sister suddenly enters the Dao as a mortal, exposing her as a fraud in public. Only at that moment is she, who is merely at the third level of qi condensation, coldly expelled from the sect.

Her appearance is stunning, and she is refined into a furnace cauldron by others, dying before three years pass.

Qin Shu looked at the dim light outside the window and fell into thought.

Work hard to cultivate immortality! Raise her cultivation before the younger half-sister enters the Dao! Strive to survive!

When night falls and the other cultivators are asleep, she gets up and secretly cultivates, grinding herself to death to outdo them all.

But by chance she discovers that moonlight seems to boost her cultivation.

Qin Shu cannot help but sigh that if the original owner had been a little more diligent, she would not have died without ever realizing that she was actually a genius.

...

As her cultivation deepens, she is increasingly alarmed to discover that behind the substitute younger half-sister lies another filthy secret.

The unremarkable Brother He from the original story is a hidden big shot, the second senior brother has divine blood, the junior senior sister is a descendant of the Vermilion Bird... and the black little snake she casually picked up is actually an ancient beast.

More and more ancient divine beasts that only exist in the Classic of Mountains and Seas appear around her, and the secret buried deep under the sea will eventually be revealed to the world.

As the five signs of decay of heaven and man approach and chaos runs rampant, the cultivation world, which has gone ten thousand years without a single ascension, finally sees a sliver of hope for ascension.

Qin Shu is just about to roll up her sleeves and make a big show of it when the demon lord Xie Shiyuan, who has followed her for a long time, quietly tugs at her sleeve.

"Madam, I was born handsome. Could I ascend..."