The Dao Master Is a Bit Salty

Shen Qinghu had been rather vexed lately. She was reincarnated in the womb, but her main soul hadn’t awakened until last year.

This was mostly because the food she’d eaten since childhood contained too little energy, and as a child, she had no way to obtain any high-energy spiritual items. Her main soul had only managed to awaken at the age of fifteen thanks to her mother and elder brother in this life, who would sneak her out to steal food; otherwise, it would have taken even longer.

To think that she, once a renowned Divine King, had ended up in such a pitiful state—how utterly absurd.

Once she woke, her first thought was that reforging her divine body and condensing her soul was her own business. She certainly didn’t want to burden her current parents. So she came up with her own solution: she raised a pondful of savage spirit-fish, their flesh brimming with potent energy, intending to eat them herself. That way, she wouldn’t trouble anyone else.

But before the fishlings had even grown, her future cousin-in-law managed to fall in. Though someone quickly fished him out, he’d nearly been gnawed down to a skeleton. Poor man!

Afterward, her cousin-in-law’s family clung to her relentlessly and insisted she be punished by being sent off to the Eastern Wilderness as a frontier lord.

The problem was, with her delicate physique, wasn’t she just meat for the beasts out there?

Did this mean she truly had to find a new body?

Qinghu scratched her little head, sighing in frustration.

At that moment, her father, Shen Fangxu, ente