Quick Transmigration: Max-Level Space, Ruthless Immortal Maiden Gets Stuff for Free

Xianxia · Time Travel · Survival · Apocalypse · Farming

Lin Zhan, a heavenly immortal and a once-in-a-thousand-years genius of the Xuanmen, ascended and was taken in as a disciple by the number one immortal lord in Heaven.

That was supposed to be the peak of life.

Until, while helping Lao Jun watch the alchemy furnace, the furnace exploded and she was gone.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the apocalypse, her powers intact, with a patch of hair blasted off by the explosion.

Her master sent her a message: her fate was marked by a calamity, and she had to travel through three thousand worlds before she could return to the immortal ranks.

Lin Zhan said blankly, “I’m reporting you for illegal alchemy.”

Her master panicked and sent over a max-level space overnight. It had boundless spiritual soil, where anything planted would ripen in a single night; a spiritual spring that could bring the dead back to life; and a palace with three thousand rooms, complete with pill rooms, tool rooms, and a kitchen. It also came with Xuanwu as a mount—an ancient divine beast that could instant-teleport across the globe and take human form as a boy, arguing with her every day.

“Shaved-hair senior sister, your hairline still hasn’t grown back.”

“Shut up, you little turtle.”

Apocalypse? While others struggled to survive, she stockpiled supplies. She emptied supermarkets, emptied docks, and hauled away building materials, clothes, appliances, medicine, seeds... taking the world’s warehouses into her own pocket.

But that was only the first world.

The three thousand worlds were still ahead. The entertainment industry, the 1970s, ancient times, interstellar space, post-apocalyptic wastelands, a magic world... no matter what world it was, Lin Zhan would push her shopping cart right in.

“Make way, delivery’s here.”

When her master was caught red-handed stealing her spicy strips, he shrank into a corner and muttered, “Zhan’er, in the next world this master would like to eat wagyu...”

“Let’s see how you perform.”

The three-thousand-world zero-cost shopping spree of the craziest immortal in Heaven is officially underway.