I, Songmian, was a copywriter at an ad company in my previous life. After three straight months of overtime, I died of sudden collapse. I woke and somehow entered a cultivation world with a System attached. System: Today's task, wake at 4 a. m. and meditate. Me: It's fine, I already had perfect attendance for three years in my previous life; one day won't hurt. System: ... task adjustment: copy two thousand words and you can get one more hour sleep. So I pulled out the xiaoqing novel from under my pillow and started copying. The system crashed. I thought this life would drift like this until one day I lay in the yard and sunbathed and saw someone at the wall. It was Shen Zhi, the sect master of Qingyun Sect. Known for being the coldest and hardest-working prodigy in all cultivation circles, she was said to sleep only two hours a day. She observed me ten minutes, came back the next day, and the next. On the fourth day she knocked: "Can you teach me your sunbathe technique?" I said, "That's not a technique, I just lie down." She asked, "Will you teach?" Me: "... Alright." She then broke through a ten-year peak of yuan-ying and everybody was shocked. No one knew I had taught her. Then the system went off-task and began giving irrelevant tasks every day: "Go with sect master to canteen and wrest her juicy braised elbow," "Lie beside master and sunbathe," "Hold master's hand, success rate 94%." Me: "Are you a system or a matchmaker?" System: "Detected high safety and emotional bonding between host and master; execution recommended." On the day of heavenly tribulation, Shen Zhi took three rounds of sky-thunder for me and knelt bleeding in the dust. I held her hand: "You told me cultivation was all hustle—have you not had enough?" She wiped her mouth and smiled: "You're enough for me to be exhausted." From then on, Qingyun Sect has two legends: one outer disciple who cultivates by lying down, and one sect master led astray by her. The final alert from the system said: "Mission complete. May you both eat well, sleep well, and your cultivation inexplicably soar." I closed my eyes and lay with Shen Zhi in the yard, and mumbled: "Next life, wherever I'm born, you remember to find me." Shen Zhi did not answer, but her rocking chair swayed slower.