Lazy Cultivator Living Like a Rice Bug

In her dazed state, Tang Wei felt as if her head had been used as a punching bag, the pain severe and her mind clouded. Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound jolted her awake, and she forced her eyes open. Dense mist surrounded her, obscuring her view, but she sensed she was near the edge of a mountain. She twisted her body, surveying the environment.

Another crack drew her gaze, and she realized with shock that she was lying atop a tree. The tree grew at a slant from the mountainside, no thicker than an adult's thigh, and its branches were already splitting; it wouldn’t hold much longer. Had the tree not grown so lushly, she would have been shattered to pieces already. The thought of such a fate made her look down involuntarily. Good heavens! The mist below was so thick she couldn’t see the bottom—terror nearly made her lose control.

“Heaven, please don’t torment me like this! I, Tang Wei, may not have achieved much in life, but I’ve done plenty of good deeds. Isn’t it said that good people are rewarded? I haven’t seen much reward since childhood. I just ask for safety this time.” As she finished her prayer, her hand brushed her jeans pocket—her phone was still there. Hope flickered, imagining she could call for help. But when she fished it out, she discovered there was no signal. She tried different angles, but the result was the same. Her heart sank. One can imagine how Tang Wei felt, only for fate to crush her hope once more.

The crack in the trunk widened—this tree wouldn’t last. She decided she must reach the mountainside, dangerous as it was, for